The most infuriating part was that this guy actually wanted to...
Together?
Although Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong were like fire and water, just imagining that scene made her feel all wrong.
That sense of shame was even worse than being cursed to her face.
"Who's your wife?! Who's going to go with you..."
Qian Renxue bit her lip and muttered angrily, "This young mistress has peerless talent. How could I possibly be unable to take it... Bah! Why am I even thinking about this?!"
She hurriedly picked up the teacup on the table and gulped down a mouthful of cold tea, trying to quell the inexplicable heat rising in her chest.
What kind of demonic technique was this Dragon Elephant Prajna Art?
How could it make someone so... improper?
Still, although Qian Renxue cursed him aloud, her gaze kept drifting toward those lines of text.
"Unyieldingly masculine, huh..."
"Hmph. Let's see you say that after you've got what it takes to make your way in this world."
Spirit City, Pope Palace.
Seated high upon her throne, Bibi Dong gripped her scepter in her jade-white hand, her knuckles faintly whitening.
She had been studying whether the Diary had any hidden functions when its newly updated contents caught her completely off guard.
[Wonder just how alluring Bibi Dong still is?]
[Put those two together...]
Those few lines were like several flaming knives, stabbing viciously into Bibi Dong's heart.
Shame!
Rage!
This Qin Feng was simply audacious beyond belief!
It was bad enough that he compared her with that little girl, Dugu Yan. Now he even wanted to lay hands on Qian Renxue?
He even wanted to... have them both?
"You insolent bastard!"
Bibi Dong's stunning face was wreathed in frost, but the blush she could not quite conceal betrayed the turmoil within her.
She was the dignified Pope, ruler of all the Soul Masters in the world. When had anyone ever teased her in such a frivolous tone?
And he called her alluring?
Was he indirectly saying she was old?
"Do I look old?"
Bibi Dong unconsciously touched her cheek. Her skin was still firm and smooth; time had left no trace on her.
"You blind little brat!"
Bibi Dong cursed him fiercely in her heart.
Yet for some reason, compared to her earlier anger, this time she felt a strange emotion stirring within her as well.
Although Qin Feng was a shameless flirt, he didn't seem to fear or despise her like everyone else did.
That undisguised expression of desire somehow seemed... genuine?
Just as Bibi Dong was lost in thought, a mechanical, icy voice suddenly rang in her mind.
[Ding! Congratulations. You have been mentioned the most times in the Diary Copy and have caused the strongest emotional reactions.]
[Exclusive reward: One 100,000-Year God-Bestowed Soul Ring!]
[Exclusive reward: Soul Power Level increased by one level!]
[Exclusive reward: Soul Power recovery speed increased by ten percent (permanent)!]
Bibi Dong froze.
A reward?
She could get rewards too?
Before she could react, a radiant golden light descended out of nowhere and instantly merged into her body.
Boom!
An immense surge of Soul Power erupted inside her, so overwhelming it was almost suffocating.
Bibi Dong's Soul Power had already reached level ninety-nine. Driven by this force, it actually began to stir once more!
Although she still had a long way to go before reaching level one hundred and becoming a god, this sudden improvement was undeniably real!
And a sphere radiating a crimson glow quietly appeared in her hand.
A God-Bestowed Soul Ring!
This was a treasure that could only be obtained during a divine trial. It required no Soul Beast to be slain, and granted a Soul Ring best suited to the recipient's limits. It could even reach the 100,000-year level!
Bibi Dong stared at the Soul Ring in her hand, her breathing growing ragged.
Faced with this tremendous surprise, her shame and indignation vanished in an instant.
The Diary Copy wasn't some curse. It was clearly a treasure trove without end!
As long as Qin Feng kept writing his Diary, as long as she continued to be mentioned...
A glint flashed in Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes.
If that was the case, what did it matter if she was cursed a few times? What did it matter if he teased her a little?
As long as she could grow stronger, as long as she could change that miserable future, Bibi Dong could endure anything!
Just then, Bibi Dong noticed that a new option seemed to have appeared on the last page of the Diary.
Three faint little characters were written there—
[Message Board].
Bibi Dong's heart stirred, and she tentatively sent her divine sense toward it.
The next moment, a prompt visible only to her appeared:
[Spend Soul Power to leave a message on the Message Board?]
A playful smile slowly curled Bibi Dong's lips.
She could leave messages?
And anonymously, too?
"Qin Feng, is it..."
"If you're so fond of making things up about me in your Diary, then it would be downright rude of me not to return the favor, wouldn't it?"
At the same time, information known only to its holder flowed into Bibi Dong's mind.
Those who possessed a Diary Copy could not only see Qin Feng's updates in real time but also communicate anonymously on the Message Board.
"Choose a name, huh..."
Bibi Dong lightly tapped her jade-white finger, moving her divine sense.
Since it was anonymous, the name naturally had to sound imposing and domineering—without making the rules behind the Diary a laughingstock.
She finished typing.
[Pope].
Looking at the four gleaming golden characters, Bibi Dong nodded in satisfaction.
Then, remembering Qin Feng's earlier boast in the Diary about the Spirit Hall's destruction, she could no longer suppress her pride. With a thought, she turned it into words and sent her first message.
[Pope: The mighty Spirit Hall has countless Titled Douluo. This Pope possesses boundless power, and with that old codger Qian Daoliu holding down the fort, there's no way we'll be destroyed!]
The words appeared like a stone tossed into a still lake.
Almost at the same time, another line of text promptly appeared.
[Poison Fairy: I didn't know we could leave messages, too. How interesting!]
Bibi Dong narrowed her phoenix eyes. Poison Fairy?
Judging from the name and tone, it was probably Dugu Yan.
It seemed the Diary Copies really were distributed just as the rules had said: anyone mentioned by that brat would receive one.
Before Bibi Dong could think any further, the appearance of a third ID instantly darkened her expression.
[I Have No Mother: Pope? Bibi Dong, you're so stupid. Anyone can tell you're Bibi Dong.]
The mockery in those words practically leaped off the page.
Bibi Dong's grip on her scepter tightened sharply.
"Presumptuous!"
Her furious shout echoed through the empty hall, making the guards outside shudder.
Bibi Dong glared at the ID [I Have No Mother], her chest heaving.
Bibi Dong's anger surged, and she fired back at once.
[Pope: You're the stupid one! If you've got the guts, give us your real name. Hiding behind an alias is nothing to brag about!]