As Long As I Have No Morals, You Can't Kidnap Me!

Holy Son Hall.

Su Yun had no idea he had been dancing on the edge of the grave.

He was lounging on a soft couch draped in snow-fox fur, legs crossed in an utterly unrefined posture, tossing a crystal-clear grape into his mouth.

"Ptoo!"

Spitting out the grape skin, Su Yun stretched contentedly.

"Diary entry finished, complaints aired—time for my paycheck, right? System?"

No sooner had the words left his lips than that crisp, mechanical voice arrived right on cue.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the first diary entry. Causality judgment in progress...]

[Detected extreme emotional fluctuations (anger, shock, killing intent, fear) from key character "Bibi Dong." Judgment: S-rank feedback.]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining the Super Newbie Gift Pack!]

[Reward 1: Martial Soul Evolution—Judgment Angel (God-tier).]

[Reward 2: Innate Spirit Power increased to level 20 (includes first and second spirit rings; age: thousand-year, ten-thousand-year).]

[Reward 3: Passive Skill: Charm Aura MAX (Although you are already handsome, we are committed to making you devastatingly, inhumanly handsome).]

Su Yun froze for a moment, then erupted in ecstasy.

Holy crap!

The system is reliable—when it comes to cheats, it really delivers!

Before he could even react, a warm current surged from his dantian, rushing through his limbs and bones like a breached dam.

It hurt!

But it felt amazing!

It was as if every single cell in his body had been tossed into Taishang Laojun's Eight-Trigram Furnace to be reforged.

Su Yun couldn't help but let out a muffled groan as his robes billowed without a breeze.

Immediately after, a brilliant, extreme golden light erupted from within him.

It wasn't ordinary light, but a golden holy radiance carrying the aura of divinity, majesty, and judgment.

Behind him, light and shadow intertwined, slowly condensing into a massive phantom of an angel.

But this angel was different from the Seraphim of the Qian family; it held a giant sword wreathed in golden flames in one hand, and a golden scale in the other.

Judgment Angel!

Master of adjudication, judge of all sins!

Two spirit rings slowly rose from beneath his feet.

The first, deep purple—thousand-year!

The second, black—ten-thousand-year!

A ten-thousand-year spirit ring as a starter?

If that waste Yu Xiaogang, who was still obsessing over the 423-year limit for a first spirit ring, saw this, wouldn't he just find a block of tofu to smash his head against right then and there?

Su Yun clenched his fists, feeling the surging, oceanic power within him, and a crooked, "Dragon King" smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"So this is innate level twenty? This is a God-tier Martial Soul?"

"I'm set!"

"As long as I keep a low profile, develop steadily, and don't get cocky, by the time I reach Titled Douluo, Tang San, the Clear Sky Sect—they'll all just be leeks waiting to be harvested!"

Just as Su Yun was lost in the thrill of his newfound strength.

BOOM!

The holy, magnificent aura was simply too vast; it uncontrollably shattered the roof of the Holy Son Hall, transforming into a golden pillar of light that pierced the heavens.

The entire Spirit City was instantly stirred.

Countless spirit masters looked up, staring in shock toward the direction of Pope Mountain.

"Is that the aura of an angel?"

"No, it's even more overbearing than the Great Elder's angel aura!"

"Who awakened it?"

Inside the Pope Palace.

Bibi Dong, who had been preparing to head to the Holy Son Hall, stopped dead in her tracks.

She turned her head abruptly, her gaze piercing through the thick walls toward the nearby Holy Son Hall.

That aura—holy, vast, and it even made the Rakshasa Divine Sense within her feel a flicker of instinctive fear?

"Su Yun?"

The look of shock and suspicion in Bibi Dong's eyes deepened.

Could that spineless, useless waste of space actually be hiding such power?

Was that arrogant, lecherous, and scheming fellow from the diary his true face?

"Good, very good."

Bibi Dong took a deep breath, a cold, inscrutable smile appearing on her face.

"You've hidden yourself well, my dear disciple."

"I originally intended to kill you outright to prevent future trouble, but now it seems keeping you alive might be more interesting than killing you."

With a flick of her long sleeves, she transformed into a streak of purple light and vanished from the spot in an instant.

Holy Son Hall.

Su Yun had just reined in his aura and was still savoring the thrill of the power he had just wielded.

Suddenly, the doors to the great hall were pushed open without a sound.

There were no footsteps, but a suffocating pressure surged in like a physical force.

Every hair on Su Yun's body stood on end.

He turned his head stiffly, only to see a woman of peerless elegance standing at the entrance.

Bibi Dong.

She stood against the light, her expression obscured, save for those pale purple eyes—deep as an ancient, thousand-year-old well—staring fixedly at him.

In her hand, she seemed to be holding a black notebook?

What the hell?!

Su Yun's heart skipped a beat.

What was that?

Why did that thing look so familiar?

It couldn't be my diary, could it?

That wasn't right; didn't the system say that no one but him could see the diary?

Su Yun's brain raced, but on the surface, he immediately put on a look of utter terror and reverence, dropping to one knee with a practiced motion that was almost heartbreaking to witness.

"Disciple Su Yun pays his respects to Teacher!"

"I was unaware of your arrival and failed to welcome you properly; I deserve to die for my negligence!"

For this acting, these lines, and this speed of kneeling, the Oscars owed him a golden statue.

Bibi Dong did not speak, simply watching him perform.

Looking at the youth before her with his respectful expression and clear (feigned) eyes, then thinking back to the troll in the diary who kept calling her an "old woman" and a "love-struck fool."

The intense contrast made Bibi Dong feel a sense of absurd amusement.

She walked slowly into the hall, her high heels clicking crisply against the marble floor, each sound feeling like a strike against Su Yun's heart.

Bibi Dong stopped in front of Su Yun, looking down at him from her superior position, and spoke calmly, her voice betraying neither joy nor anger:

"Rise."

"Was that aura from just now yours?"

Su Yun kept his head low, not daring to meet her eyes (mostly for fear of his guilt being exposed, and partly to avoid being dazzled by that surging, wicked cleavage), and replied respectfully:

"Reporting to Teacher, this disciple was fortunate enough to have an epiphany, and my martial soul seems to have mutated."

"Mutated?"

Bibi Dong chuckled, the sound laced with a hint of playfulness and a touch of danger.

She leaned down slightly, extending a slender finger to lift Su Yun's chin, forcing him to meet her gaze.

The distance between them was incredibly close; Su Yun could even smell the cold sandalwood on her, along with a faint, lingering scent of her skin.

Bibi Dong stared into his eyes, her red lips parting slightly as she breathed out like an orchid:

"Is it just a mutation?"

"I had thought that perhaps you had obtained some extraordinary opportunity, to the point where even This Seat's secrets were laid bare to you."

Su Yun's pupils constricted.

It's over.

This woman's words had a hidden meaning!

She definitely knew something!

Just as Su Yun broke into a cold sweat, frantically thinking of how to weave a lie, Bibi Dong suddenly let go.

She straightened up, resuming her high-and-mighty Pope persona, as if the probing from a moment ago had been nothing more than an illusion.

"Since your martial soul has evolved, you must cultivate diligently."

"In a few days, you will make a trip to Notting City."

Su Yun was stunned.

"Notting City?"

Bibi Dong turned around, her back to him, a cold arc curling at the corner of her lips.

"Go and see that Yu Xiaogang—oh, excuse me, that 'Grandmaster'—who has so thoroughly bewitched you."

"This Seat would like to see for herself if he is truly the waste that some people claim him to be."

Having said that, Bibi Dong did not linger and strode away.

Su Yun remained kneeling on the spot, his face a mask of confusion.

Some people?

Which people?

Me?

Wait, why does that black notebook in her hand look more and more like my diary?!

Su Yun swallowed hard and tentatively shouted in his mind:

[System, are you sure that only I can see the diary?]

System: [...]

Su Yun:

Speak up! Don't play dead!

Watching Bibi Dong's retreating figure, Su Yun suddenly felt that this "soft rice" was starting to chip his teeth.

This isn't a winning hand to start the game; this is a crematorium!

Su Yun thought with grief and indignation.

If I have no morals, you can't kidnap me?

Bullshit!

Now, as long as Bibi Dong has that diary, she can kidnap me whenever she wants!

"No, it seems I need to step up my game."

Su Yun climbed up from the floor, his eyes gradually turning firm (and devious).

"Since I've been found out, I might as well bluff to the end!"

"Bibi Dong, just you wait. I'll see if I can't talk you into a limp!"

He pulled out the diary again, picked up his pen, and wrote the second entry:

[Scared the life out of me. Just now, that look in Dong'er's eyes—I actually thought she was going to murder her own disciple.]

[But then again, seeing her up close, Teacher's skin is truly flawless...]

Bibi Dong, who had just stepped out of the Holy Son Hall, suddenly stumbled.

As if sensing something, she took out the diary and glanced at it, the veins on her forehead throbbing rhythmically.

"Su! Yun!"

"You just wait for This Seat!"