"Xue... Xue'er, wife?"
A strange blush appeared on Qian Renxue's face, disguised as a man's.
Even through the disguise, he could sense her embarrassment.
She had spent her whole life dressed as a man. Forget romance—she didn't even have a friend she could confide in.
She was an innocent young woman.
Being called "wife" by a strange man out of nowhere hit harder than learning that Spirit Hall would be destroyed.
"You lecher! Who's your wife?!"
"!!!"
Qian Renxue muttered angrily, her face burning with shame, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from those lines.
"An unfulfilled regret..."
Seeing Qin Feng lament the fate that awaited her, Qian Renxue felt a tender string in her heart plucked.
Someone cared about her.
Someone thought her fate was unfair.
For Qian Renxue, who had grown up starved of affection, the feeling was so unfamiliar—and so warm.
Then she saw the last line about Bibi Dong.
"Spank Bibi Dong?"
Qian Renxue froze.
What did that mean?
Was he going to hit her with a whip?
"He said Bibi Dong had done her a favor. Why would he spank her?"
Innocent Qian Renxue blinked, completely missing the lewd implications.
She just thought that if she really could see that haughty woman get spanked and taught a lesson, it might... feel pretty satisfying?
"Hmph. If you really can teach that woman a lesson, then... I suppose I wouldn't mind letting you call me 'wife' once."
Spirit City, Pope Palace.
Crack!
The scepter in Bibi Dong's hand cracked as she crushed it in her grip.
"Pervert!!"
An angry cry rang through the hall.
Bibi Dong was no longer even remotely dignified as the pope. Her stunning face had turned bright red with utter humiliation.
Her chest heaved, and her usually majestic eyes blazed with fury.
Damn Qin Feng!
He actually had his sights set on her daughter!
Calling Xue'er his wife?
As if he were worthy!
If he'd merely set his sights on Qian Renxue, Bibi Dong would have been furious, at most.
But those few lines that followed had made her see red.
If it had been the inexperienced Qian Renxue, she might not have understood. But Bibi Dong had been around the block. How could she fail to grasp what he meant by "spank"?
That was no simple whipping.
That was clearly...
"Shameless! Disgusting!"
Bibi Dong felt heat rush to her cheeks and burn all the way to her ears.
Ever since she had become pope, every man who saw her had treated her with the utmost respect, barely daring to breathe too loudly.
Yet Qin Feng had dared to write such outrageous, filthy words in his diary!
What Bibi Dong couldn't stand most was that line—
[Spank her in front of Gangzi.]
Those few words seemed bewitched, refusing to leave her mind.
She imagined the scene: Yu Xiaogang watching from the side while she, the dignified pope, was pinned beneath Qin Feng...
"Mm..."
Bibi Dong's legs pressed together on instinct, and a strange sensation unlike anything she'd ever felt washed through her.
It was humiliation and anger, yet mixed with a shiver she couldn't quite explain.
This was nothing less than trampling on her dignity!
But...
Why, beneath her anger, was there a trace of panic?
"So, you're Qin Feng..."
Bibi Dong took a deep breath, forcing down the turmoil surging inside her.
A dangerous light flickered in her beautiful eyes—the look of a hunter who had spotted her prey.
"You want to spank me?"
"Then let's see if you have what it takes."
"And who exactly is that Little Scumbag? If you don't write it down, I'll turn the whole world upside down to find you!"
Just as Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue were caught up in their own thoughts, fresh writing appeared in the diary.
[Now that I'm in this Douluo Continent, I'm going to fight my way to the top and change these tragedies!]
[So what if Tang San becomes a God King? I've got a system. It's not like I'm afraid of him!]
[That's enough for today's diary. I have to go prepare for that whatever-it-is assessment. What a hassle.]
The writing ended abruptly.
Heaven Dou Royal Academy, faculty dormitory building.
The air suddenly grew scorching hot in a cramped single dorm room.
Qin Feng sat cross-legged on the bed, eyes shut, as the Soul Power around him churned violently.
Just moments ago, the system notification that had been silent for ages in his mind had erupted like a string of firecrackers.
[ Ding! Detected intense emotional fluctuations caused by the diary. Congratulations, Host, you have received a reward! ]
Qin Feng's heart skipped a beat.
Emotional fluctuations?
He had no idea what was going on with the diary. He assumed the system was using the quality of what he wrote to simulate how readers might react.
After all, who wrote a diary and actually gave it to people to read?
What kind of normal person lets others read their diary?
This system was pretty thoughtful.
Immediately afterward, a string of rewards flashed across his vision.
[Congratulations, Host, you have received: a second Martial Soul evolution!] [Congratulations, Host, you have received: Soul Power Level increased to Rank 42!] [Congratulations, Host, you have received: Fourth Soul Ring (30,000 years)!] [Congratulations, Host, you have received: Divine cultivation technique Dragon Elephant Prajna Art!] [Congratulations, Host, you have received: Space-time ninjutsu Flying Thunder God Technique!]
Qin Feng's eyes snapped open, a flash of wild delight in his pupils.
A massive haul!
He'd written just one diary entry, and the rewards were already this incredible?
Before he could savor his joy, a warm, overbearing force surged from his dantian and raced through his limbs and bones.
The power wasn't violent, but it carried the ancient, boundless aura of ages past.
The ordinary Green Lotus Martial Soul hovering behind him began to tremble violently.
Its azure light flared, illuminating the dim room like daylight.
Amid the radiance, the Green Lotus's petals unfurled one by one. Their color shifted from bright green to a deep, dusky blue, as if they contained the primordial chaos from the beginning of the world.
Streams of chaotic energy swirled faintly around the lotus pedestal, radiating a heart-stopping pressure.
The Chaos Green Lotus!
The supreme treasure said to have given birth to the great god Pangu. Though it had appeared only as a Martial Soul, its quality had long surpassed the so-called "divine Martial Souls" of Douluo Continent.
Compared to it, the Clear Sky Hammer and the Six-Winged Angel were nothing more than fireflies trying to outshine the moon.
"..."
Qin Feng felt utterly refreshed. Every cell in his body seemed to cheer, ravenously devouring the energy of evolution.
At the same time, rings of light rose beneath his feet, one after another.
Yellow, yellow, purple.
Then a deep black ring, like a black hole, quietly appeared and settled firmly on the outside.
Black!
A Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring!
And not just that—it was a full thirty thousand years old!