"Bad taste in clothes?!"
Liu Erlong looked down at what she was wearing. She had carefully picked out those clothes. What was wrong with them?
"Bad taste in men?"
"Liking Grandmaster... that's true love! You wouldn't understand, brat!"
Liu Erlong flew into a rage, her fiery temper flaring up in an instant. Soul Power surged in her palm, and she nearly set the diary ablaze.
"He even dares to call Xiaogang useless?"
She was about to explode, but then she saw the lines that followed.
She froze mid-motion.
"His theoretical debates... completely inferior to Qin Feng's?"
Liu Erlong stared in disbelief. That did seem to be the truth.
What came next shocked her even more.
"Plagiarism?! He plagiarized from Spirit Hall?"
Liu Erlong's eyes widened, as if she were seeing Yu Xiaogang for the first time.
She loved Yu Xiaogang, but what she truly admired most was his wisdom and talent.
She had always believed Xiaogang was a misunderstood genius.
But the diary stated plainly that all those theories had been plagiarized?
"How could that be..."
Liu Erlong wanted to argue, but Yu Xiaogang's actions over the years involuntarily surfaced in her mind.
Aside from those theories, he really did seem to have... no achievements worth mentioning.
And he had indeed spent a long time in Spirit Hall back then. He had even been the former boyfriend of Pope Bibi Dong.
If he had gotten those materials from Spirit Hall...
The story made perfect sense!
"Yu Xiaogang... have you been lying to me this whole time?"
The pen tip swept across the page, leaving behind ink marks.
After writing about Liu Erlong, Qin Feng's urge to vent hadn't diminished. If anything, it had only grown stronger.
Since he'd brought up the useless Yu Xiaogang, he naturally couldn't leave out the other woman he'd thoroughly ruined.
The current Pope of Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong.
[Actually, compared to Liu Erlong, that idiot Bibi Dong is just as bad. She acts like a lunatic.]
[Back then, she was Spirit Hall's exceptionally talented Holy Maiden, with a boundless future ahead of her. She even had Twin Martial Souls. And what did she do?]
[She gave up her lofty position as Spirit Hall's Holy Maiden just to date the useless Yu Xiaogang, who couldn't even break through level thirty. She even wanted to abandon her sect and elope with him. What a complete clown!]
Qin Feng shook his head, a trace of mockery curling his lips.
[What even was Yu Xiaogang?]
[An outcast from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. Once he got to Spirit Hall, he used Bibi Dong's authority as Holy Maiden to pore over countless secret texts that only someone of the pope's rank could access.]
[And what did he do in the end? He stole Spirit Hall's theories, cobbled together that so-called Ten Core Competitiveness Theories, then turned around, sold Bibi Dong out, and ran off.]
[If it was true love, why would he back down over a little threat from Qian Xunji?]
[In plain terms, he was a coward and a thief.]
[Yu Xiaogang wasn't worthy of Bibi Dong or Liu Erlong. I'll say it again, Gangzi, you can't handle them. Leave them to me!]
Pope Palace, bedchamber.
Bibi Dong's mood had finally settled somewhat, but after reading those lines, it stirred again.
She stared at the words "idiot woman" in the diary.
If anyone else had dared call her that, they would already have been reduced to a pool of bloody mush.
But as she read Qin Feng's analysis, her fingers tightened slightly around her scepter.
"A clown...?"
Bibi Dong murmured, her voice echoing through the vast hall.
Thinking back to her younger self, she had defied her teacher for the sake of so-called love and given up the honor of being Holy Maiden.
Back then, she really had been a fool with her head in the clouds.
Even when Yu Xiaogang left Spirit Hall with those theories and made a name for himself in the Soul Master World, she had actually felt proud of him.
Now that Qin Feng had torn open the wound so bluntly, Bibi Dong felt her face burn with humiliation.
"Was that useless man really making me stupid?"
A cold glint flickered in Bibi Dong's eyes.
She had always thought she owed Yu Xiaogang something, that Spirit Hall had wronged him.
But looking at it from the outside now, Yu Xiaogang had eaten, drunk, and taken things for free at Spirit Hall, then simply walked away. How was he the victim?
He had clearly been the one to benefit from it all.
"Yu Xiaogang..."
Bibi Dong repeated his name. There was none of her former affection in her voice, only a chilling coldness.
If she could settle the score from all those decades ago right in front of Yu Xiaogang—and get some revenge for the way he had used her—that would indeed be a delightful prospect.
As for Qin Feng's final words, "Leave them to me"...
Bibi Dong gave a cold snort. "Keep dreaming."
Academy.
Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, and Xiao Wu sat around a table, reading the diary's description of Yu Xiaogang. Disdain deepened on their faces.
"Disgusting."
Ning Rongrong curled her lip, looking utterly repulsed. "Using a woman's feelings to trick her out of information? A man like that has no class."
"And he deceived both of them," Zhu Zhuqing added coldly. "He tricked Bibi Dong into giving him information, then came here to cheat Liu Erlong out of her feelings and the academy."
Xiao Wu puffed out her cheeks in anger. "I used to call him Grandmaster. What an insult to the word!"
The three exchanged glances. Their opinion of Yu Xiaogang had plummeted to rock bottom.
Meanwhile, Qin Feng's pen kept moving.
After writing about all that unpleasantness, his mood shifted quickly. His mind turned to the figure he'd seen that day at Heaven Dou Royal Academy.
[Still, something nice did happen when I went to Heaven Dou Royal Academy today.]
[I got to see my wife, Qian Renxue.]
[Though she's still disguised as Xue Qinghe, Crown Prince of the Heaven Dou Empire, I saw right through her disguise at a glance.]
[What a shame she's stuck as a man right now.]
[She has such a beautiful, dignified, and holy face, as well as a full, perfect figure. Yet for the sake of some so-called Nation-Stealing Plan, she has to disguise herself as a man day after day.]
[What a waste! It's a downright crime!]
[Every time I think of her having to live under that thick disguise, unable to wear pretty dresses or show off her beauty, my heart aches.]
[It really breaks my heart! I want to hold my dear Xue'er in my arms and cherish her.]
Heaven Dou Imperial Palace, Crown Prince Mansion.
Night had fallen, yet the Crown Prince's bedchamber was still brightly lit.
Behind the screen, steam swirled.
Qian Renxue had just finished bathing. She wore only a loose golden silk robe, and her damp golden hair fell casually over her shoulders.
Barefoot on the soft carpet, she held the black diary in her hand.
She gripped it tightly, her usually cool face now flushed crimson.
The feeling was strange.
It was like someone had glimpsed the deepest secrets of her heart—embarrassing, yet thrilling.
"Who's your wife..."
Qian Renxue bit her lip. As she looked at her reflection in the mirror, her face as lovely as a peach blossom, her gaze grew hazy.
For more than a decade, she had grown accustomed to hearing "Your Highness," "Crown Prince," and even the cold "mission" from Bibi Dong.
No one had ever addressed her with words as blunt, or as brazenly flirtatious, as Qin Feng's.