That was Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor poison.
It was hailed as the deadliest poison in the world, a venom even Titled Douluo were helpless against. And Qin Feng had really cured it?
Although Qin Feng had said earlier that he would detoxify it, seeing the words "cured" with her own eyes still hit her like a thunderbolt.
Qin Feng paid none of them any mind. He yawned.
[All right, I've been at it all day—capturing Soul Beasts, refining medicine, and dealing with that whole bunch of people. I'm exhausted.]
[Time to sleep. Gotta keep this sorry life of mine safe.]
As the diary closed, the system's notification rang out right on cue in his mind.
"Ding! The host has finished updating today's diary." "Calculating rewards..." "Congratulations, host! Your Soul Power has increased by eight levels! Current level: Soul King, level 55!" "Congratulations, host! You have obtained an eighty-thousand-year God-Bestowed Soul Ring!" "Congratulations, host! You have obtained a divine artifact: Five Thunder Drums (With this thunder, shatter the darkness)!" "Congratulations, host! You have obtained the <Compendium of Martial Soul Theory Revision and Evolution>!"
The dazed look in Qin Feng's eyes cleared in an instant.
A warm current swept through his body. His Soul Power, which had been at level 47, shot upward like a rocket.
Forty-eight, forty-nine, fifty...
It finally stopped at level 55.
The feeling of explosive power coursing through his body made him clench his fist.
A crisp pop rang through the air.
A purple thunder drum, only the size of his palm, appeared in his hand. Fine arcs of lightning coiled around it, and it radiated a savage aura that seemed capable of destroying the heavens and earth.
This was Sikong Zhen's weapon: the Five Thunder Drums.
And there was the eighty-thousand-year Soul Ring, gleaming with profound black light, as well as that brick-thick compendium of theory.
Qin Feng grinned from ear to ear.
What a haul.
He stowed everything in the System Space, then flopped down and went straight to sleep.
The real world was quiet, but the Message Board in the Diary Copy had erupted into chaos.
Since Qin Feng had mentioned so few names in today's diary, no reward mechanism tied to specific items had been triggered.
The system had decided to randomly select one lucky holder and grant them a reward.
At that, all the women who had been lurking silently came out of the woodwork.
[Pope: That reward should be mine!] [I Have No Mother: As if you deserve it! Bibi Dong, don't think you're so precious. You're just a vile woman!] [Pope: !!! Just wait until I find you!] [Gentle Fire Dragon: What exactly will the reward be?] The Message Board was in an uproar. Nobody would back down. After all, they had all seen how generous the previous rewards were. They were the kind of things that could truly change a person's fate. A few breaths later, a system notification appeared. [Congratulations to the holder My Cat Is Big And White for receiving today's random lucky reward.]
Heaven Dou City, Blue Tyrant Academy.
The night was as calm as water.
In the girls' dormitory, Zhu Zhuqing sat by the window.
She wore a black, form-fitting leather outfit that accentuated curves astonishing for someone her age.
Especially her long, straight legs, which gleamed like ivory in the moonlight, their cool allure tinged with deadly temptation.
Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu were sprawled on a bed not far away, chatting as they swung their feet.
Ning Rongrong's skin was as white as snow, and she looked like a delicate porcelain doll.
Xiao Wu wore pink pajamas, her scorpion braid hanging down her back. Her long legs were crossed, making her look both playful and full of energy.
Three stunning young women, each with a different style, gathered in one room. They looked like a painting one could never tire of admiring.
Just then, Zhu Zhuqing sprang to her feet.
Her face, usually so cool and composed, was now filled with astonishment.
An exceptionally pure shadow energy surged into her body out of nowhere. Her Hell Spirit Cat Martial Soul possessed her automatically and let out a pleased, lilting cry.
Her Soul Power soared!
Her aptitude evolved!
And a top-tier combat technique called the Nether Shadow Killing Technique appeared in her mind.
This reward... was far too generous!
It was generous enough to leave even the usually composed Zhu Zhuqing at a loss.
"Zhuqing, what's wrong?"
Ning Rongrong sensed something was off, jumped down from the bed, and hurried over to Zhu Zhuqing.
The moment she got close, Ning Rongrong's eyes widened.
"Your Soul Power... how did it suddenly increase so much?"
"And your aura... it's become terrifying."
Xiao Wu came over too, sniffing the air with envy written all over her face.
"It's the diary reward, isn't it?"
"Must be!"
Zhu Zhuqing took a deep breath, slowly withdrew her Martial Soul, and nodded.
"Mm."
"I got a combat technique and a boost to my Soul Power."
Hearing this, Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu could hardly contain their envy.
Ning Rongrong pouted, looking a little aggrieved.
"This is so unfair. Why did it have to go to you?"
"That Qin Feng is so annoying. Would it kill him to mention us more often?"
"If he wrote about us more in his diary, we'd have a much better chance of getting rewards."
"Could the Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda really become a reality? If it can, that would mean so much to our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!"
Xiao Wu nodded again and again.
"Exactly! And he said he'd give me a carrot and that'd be enough. It makes me so mad!"
"Rongrong, looks like we'll have to find a way to show up in front of Qin Feng."
"We need to make him notice us."
The three young women exchanged glances. None of them said it outright, but they were all hatching the same little schemes.
The next morning.
At Heaven Dou Royal Academy, in the Education Committee's main hall.
The atmosphere was solemn and serious.
The three chief committee members, Meng Shenji, Bai Baoshan, and Zhilin, sat upright. Yet they couldn't hide their astonishment.
In the middle of the hall, Qin Feng stood tall and straight in a simple white outfit.
Facing him stood a refined and gentle young man with handsome features.
It was the crown prince of the Heaven Dou Empire, Xue Qinghe.
Or rather, Qian Renxue in disguise.
Xue Qinghe held a golden scroll and wore his trademark gentle smile as he cupped his hands toward Qin Feng.
"Brother Qin Feng, my father has heard of your talent and issued a decree."
"Qin Feng is hereby named a viscount of the Heaven Dou Empire and granted the title of Grand Tutor to the Crown Prince."
"From now on, I'll be relying on Teacher Qin Feng to guide me in my cultivation and studies."
At those words, the three committee members nearly pulled their beards out.
Meng Shenji couldn't help speaking up.
"Your Highness, isn't this... a bit hasty?"
"Qin Feng may be exceptionally talented, but he is still young. The position of Grand Tutor to the Crown Prince is that of the emperor's own teacher!"
Xue Qinghe turned to the three committee members. His tone remained gentle, but it brooked no argument.
"There's something the three committee members don't know."
"Yesterday, Qin Feng not only defeated that so-called Shrek Team in actual combat, he also thoroughly refuted Yu Xiaogang, the man hailed as the 'Grandmaster,' on matters of theory."
"The Ten Core Competitiveness Theories that Yu Xiaogang is so proud of were nothing but a joke riddled with flaws in front of Qin Feng."
"With such a talent, skilled in both letters and arms, he is more than qualified to be my teacher."
The three committee members exchanged glances, their shock beyond words.
Defeating Shrek was one thing; they had seen Qin Feng's strength for themselves.
But besting Yu Xiaogang in theory?
Yu Xiaogang, whose reputation in the Soul Master World might be poor, but who did have a solid grasp of theory?
The way the three looked at Qin Feng changed completely.
He wasn't just a genius. He was a monster.
On one side of the hall stood Yu Tianheng, Dugu Yan, Ye Lingling, and the others, who had come to observe.
Yu Tianheng's expression darkened when he heard Yu Xiaogang had been humiliated. But after glancing at Qin Feng, he lowered his head again.
The shadow of last night still lingered. He didn't dare cause trouble.