"Hmph, he's just putting on an act."
Yu Feng shook his head, tossing the ridiculous thought out of his mind.
So what if a Soul Grandmaster at level twenty-nine had broken through to level thirty?
He, Yu Feng, was a Soul Elder at level thirty-six!
Once they stepped onto the Soul Fighting Arena, with the Wind Bell Bird's speed and attacks, taking this kid down would be as easy as crushing an ant.
Inside the bathroom, mist swirled through the air.
Warm water streamed over his body, washing away the layer of black grime and revealing the jade-smooth yet resilient skin beneath.
Qin Feng let out a comfortable sigh.
The feeling of being reborn was simply wonderful.
As he enjoyed the hot water washing over him, he summoned the System Diary in his mind.
Since this diary could bring him such generous rewards, he naturally had to keep writing diligently.
And he didn't even need to put pen to paper. With just a thought, the words appeared on their own. It couldn't have been more convenient.
[That feels so good. A bath to wash all this bad luck right off me.]
[What's with that bird-brain, coming over here and acting like a big shot? And telling me to hold out for the time it takes an incense stick to burn?]
[What a joke. Those few rotten sweet potatoes and stinking bird eggs think they can be my opponents?]
[I won't even need an incense stick. Once I get on that platform, if I don't knock him flat in three moves, I'll write my name, Qin Feng, backward!]
[They're all targeting me because I accidentally bumped into Dugu Yan that day, aren't they?]
[That Yu Tianheng is such a narrow-minded green-haired turtle, guarding against this and that all day. He ought to take a good look at himself. If Dugu Yan could fall for him, she'd have to be blind.]
[But, to be fair, Dugu Yan really is a stunner.]
[That day, I only caught a fleeting glimpse of her, but the girl's figure was incredible. Purple hair, green eyes, alluring and aloof. And especially the figure beneath that blue dress—full yet firm, with a graceful, curving shape.]
[Especially the curve of her waist and hips. Tsk, tsk, tsk... Ahem, I'm getting carried away.]
[What a shame. The girl's got a fiery temper and holds a grudge, too.]
[Women really are the most troublesome creatures in the world. No matter how pretty they are, they've got hearts no bigger than a pinhead.]
As he wrote that, Qin Feng's lips curled into a mischievous grin.
He was the only one who could read the diary, so what was wrong with letting loose a little?
He could at least vent some of his frustration at being targeted.
At Heaven Dou Royal Academy, on the plaza in front of the main teaching building,
a group of students in luxurious uniforms had gathered. They were the members of the Heaven Dou Royal Team.
A tall, stunningly beautiful woman idly twirled a lock of hair around her fingertip.
She had short, dark purple hair and unusual emerald-green eyes, giving her an alluring yet dangerous beauty.
It was Dugu Yan.
Ye Lingling stood beside her, holding a book and quietly keeping to herself, almost as unobtrusive as air.
Suddenly, Dugu Yan's expression changed.
A black notebook appeared out of nowhere in the air before her. Everyone else around her seemed not to notice it at all.
Dugu Yan reached out instinctively and took it, then opened it.
"Qin Feng?"
The moment she saw the name, her brows drew together.
So this kid was a transmigrator?
She didn't know exactly what "transmigrator" meant, but from the context, she could more or less guess that he'd come from another world.
The contents of the first few pages had already shocked her enough. Especially his predictions about Spirit Hall's fall and Bibi Dong's death. They'd made her wonder if the kid was crazy.
But now...
As the latest words appeared, a flush spread across Dugu Yan's usually cool, lovely face, quickly followed by an ashen look of embarrassment and fury.
"Stunner... incredible figure..."
"Full... firm..."
One brazen phrase after another assailed Dugu Yan's nerves like demonic noise.
That bastard!
He looked so honest on the surface, but behind her back, he was actually this...
"You shameless lecher!"
Dugu Yan gritted her teeth, her fingers whitening around the diary as she gripped it tighter.
"Yanzi? What's wrong?"
Ye Lingling sensed that something was off with her friend and looked up. She froze.
Dugu Yan, usually so proud and aloof, was now red as a ripe apple. Even her normally pale neck had taken on a pink hue.
And her expression looked part embarrassed, part murderous, with a chillingly fierce glint in her eyes.
"N-nothing!"
Dugu Yan took a deep breath, forcing her voice to stay calm.
"I just suddenly feel a little hot."
Ye Lingling blinked, glancing at the sun, which wasn't particularly glaring, then at Dugu Yan's earlobes, red enough to drip blood. She was baffled.
Hot?
What month was it?
Dugu Yan couldn't spare a thought for Ye Lingling just then. Her mind was full of the outrageous things in Qin Feng's diary.
"So your name's Qin Feng..."
"You say I'm petty? You say I hold a grudge?"
Dugu Yan narrowed her beautiful eyes, a dangerous glint flashing within them.
"Fine. Today, I'll prove you right!"
"When the test starts, if I don't rip that foul mouth right off your face, then I'm no Dugu Yan!"
Meanwhile,
in a secret chamber at the Crown Prince Residence in Heaven Dou City,
"Xue Qinghe" had already dismissed everyone and resumed her original languid, easygoing posture.
She held the black diary in her hands, her gaze fixed on its latest entry.
She'd been amused when Qin Feng had cursed Yu Tianheng as a "green-haired turtle," but when she saw the lines below, her smile froze on her face.
[If Dugu Yan is already so beautiful and alluring, I wonder how charming Bibi Dong must still be?]
[I heard that even though that woman's no longer young, she's taken excellent care of herself. That mature woman's allure, tsk, tsk...]
[And then there's my beloved wife, Xue'er.]
[Though I haven't seen her true face yet, since she's the most beautiful woman in Douluo, she must be ten thousand times better than Dugu Yan.]
[Sigh. I just got the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art, a supremely masculine cultivation technique. I feel like I've got way too much yang energy now. I'm practically bursting with it.]
[If I really marry my beloved Xue'er someday, I'm afraid she might not be able to handle it on her own...]
[Maybe... I could take them both at once... Ahem, stop right there. I'm an honorable man.]
Smack!
Qian Renxue slammed the diary down on the table. A completely incongruous blush appeared on the handsome "crown prince's" face.
"This... this lecher!"
Qian Renxue felt her face burning.
What did he mean, "way too much yang energy"?
What did he mean, "might not be able to handle it"?
What kind of nonsense was Qin Feng thinking about all day?
Qian Renxue was the heir to the Angel God, sacred and untouchable, yet this guy dared to make suggestive jokes about her in his diary—and even roll the wheels right over her face!