Diary Rewards Explode! Bibi Dong's Defense Shattered!

"Xue... Xue'er, my wife?"

A strange flush appeared on Qian Renxue's face, which was currently disguised as a man's.

Even through the disguise, one could feel her current shyness.

She had grown up presenting herself as a man; let alone romance, she didn't even have a friend she could confide in.

She was a pure, untouched maiden.

Being suddenly called "wife" by a strange man had an impact even greater than learning that Martial Soul Hall had been destroyed.

"You lecher! Who is your wife!"

"!!!"

Qian Renxue cursed in shame and anger, yet her gaze could not tear itself away from those lines of text.

"A lingering regret..."

Seeing Qin Feng's pity for her fate, a soft string in Qian Renxue's heart seemed to have been plucked.

Someone cared about her.

Someone felt that her fate was unjust.

For Qian Renxue, who had lacked love since childhood, this feeling was both incredibly foreign and warm.

Immediately after, she saw the final sentence regarding Bibi Dong.

"Whip Bibi Dong?"

Qian Renxue was stunned for a moment.

What did this mean?

Whip her with a lash?

"And doing it in front of Yu Xiaogang? Isn't he her benefactor? Why would one whip her?"

The innocent Qian Renxue blinked, completely failing to understand the suggestive nature of these words.

She only felt that if she could really see that arrogant woman being whipped and taught a lesson, it would... actually be quite satisfying?

"Hmph, if you can really teach that woman a lesson for me, letting you call me wife... wouldn't be impossible."

Martial Soul City, Pope Palace.

Crack!

The scepter in Bibi Dong's hand was actually crushed until a crack appeared.

"You lecherous scoundrel!!"

A sharp cry filled with rage echoed through the great hall.

Bibi Dong no longer possessed a shred of the Pope's dignity; her beautiful face was flushed a deep red—a red born of extreme shame.

Her chest heaved violently, and those beautiful eyes, usually filled with majesty, were now practically spitting fire.

This damned Qin Feng!

He actually dared to covet her daughter!

Calling Xue'er his wife?

Does he deserve to?

If he were merely coveting Qian Renxue, Bibi Dong would be angry at most.

But those subsequent words caused blood to rush straight to Bibi Dong's head.

If it were a novice like Qian Renxue, she might not understand, but Bibi Dong was an experienced woman; how could she not grasp the meaning behind the word "whip"?

This was no simple lashing.

This was clearly...

"Filthy! Shameless!"

Bibi Dong felt her cheeks burning, the heat spreading all the way to her ears.

Ever since she ascended to the position of Pope, which man hadn't been respectful and fearful in her presence, not even daring to breathe loudly?

Yet this Qin Feng dared to write such rebellious, such unbearable words in his diary!

What Bibi Dong found most intolerable was that sentence—

[Whip her in front of Gangzi].

These words seemed to possess a magical power, refusing to leave Bibi Dong's mind.

She imagined the scene: Yu Xiaogang watching from the side, while she, the dignified Pope, was pinned down by this Qin Feng...

"Ngh..."

Bibi Dong instinctively pressed her legs together, a strange, unprecedented sensation coursing through her entire body.

It was shame, it was fury, yet it was also laced with a tremor that was impossible to name.

This was nothing short of a trampling of her dignity!

But...

Why, beneath the anger, was there a flicker of panic?

"Qin Feng, is it..."

Bibi Dong took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the churning restlessness within her.

Her beautiful eyes shimmered with a dangerous light—the gaze of a hunter locking onto prey.

"You want to spank This Seat?"

"That depends on whether you have the ability to do so."

"And as for that Little Scoundrel, if you dare not write down who he is, This Seat will dig three feet into the earth to hunt you down!"

Just as Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue were lost in their own thoughts, new handwriting appeared on the diary once more.

[Since I've come to this Douluo Continent, I will climb step by step to the very pinnacle and change the endings of these tragedies!]

[So what if he is the God King Tang San? I have a system; I'm not necessarily afraid of him!]

[That's all for today's diary entry. I need to go prepare for that assessment; what a hassle.]

The handwriting came to an abrupt halt.

Heaven Dou Royal Academy, faculty dormitory building.

Inside a modest single room, the air suddenly turned scorching hot.

Qin Feng sat cross-legged on his bed, eyes tightly shut, the soul power fluctuations around him appearing extremely unstable.

Just moments ago, the system notification sound that had been silent for so long in his mind had erupted like a rapid-fire cannon.

[Ding! Detected intense emotional fluctuations from the diary. Congratulations to the host for obtaining rewards!]

Qin Feng's heart skipped a beat.

Emotional fluctuations?

He didn't know the true nature of this diary, assuming the system simply simulated the emotional reactions of others based on the brilliance of what he wrote.

After all, who actually lets others read their diary?

What kind of decent person shows their diary to others?

This system was quite thoughtful.

Immediately following, a long list of rewards began to refresh frantically across his retinas.

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining: Martial Soul secondary evolution opportunity!]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining: Soul Power Level increased to forty-two!]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining: Fourth Soul Ring (30,000-year age)!]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining: God-tier cultivation technique Dragon Elephant Prajna Art!]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining: Space-time ninjutsu Flying Thunder God!]

Qin Feng snapped his eyes open, a flash of wild joy in his pupils.

A massive haul!

He had only written one diary entry, yet the rewards were this bountiful?

Before he could even savor the joy, a warm and overbearing power surged instantly from his dantian, coursing wildly through his limbs and bones.

This power was not violent, yet it was filled with an ancient and vast aura.

The ordinary Green Lotus Martial Soul that had been hovering behind him began to tremble violently.

The cyan light flared, illuminating the dim room as if it were broad daylight.

Within the radiance, the petals of the lotus unfolded one by one, their color shifting from emerald green to a deep, profound cyan, as if containing the chaotic energy from the dawn of creation.

Above the lotus pedestal, wisps of chaotic energy swirled, radiating a heart-stopping pressure.

Chaos Green Lotus!

The supreme treasure of legend that birthed the Great God Pangu; although it appeared here only as a Martial Soul, its quality far surpassed anything known as a "God-tier Martial Soul" on the Douluo Continent.

Compared to it, the Clear Sky Hammer or the Six-Winged Angel were like Fire Fly trying to compete with the brilliance of the moon.

"..."

Qin Feng felt completely at ease, every cell in his body cheering and greedily devouring this evolutionary energy.

At the same time, light rings rose beneath his feet one after another.

Yellow, yellow, purple.

Following that, a black light ring, deep as a black hole, quietly emerged and settled firmly as the outermost layer.

Black!

A ten-thousand-year soul ring!

And it was a full thirty thousand years!