Hu Liena was now completely won over by Su Chen's strength. She hurried over to his side, took his arm, and asked:
"Su Chen, what kind of Self-Created Soul Skill is that? It's incredible!"
Her pair of foxlike eyes blinked enticingly, as if to say, "Could you teach me?"
Su Chen felt the softness against his arm and grew a little flustered.
"Well... my Soul Skill is rather unusual to cultivate. Even if I taught you, you probably wouldn't be able to bring out much of its power anytime soon. You should focus on cultivating your Soul Power first."
"Of course, I'll teach you when I have time."
What man could resist such temptation?
Teach her!
He absolutely had to!
Wind God Leg, Heaven Frost Fist, Cloud-Rowing Palm—those were certainly powerful, but without decades of practice, there was no way anyone could reach Su Chen's level.
And if you spent decades training, you could make great progress in Soul Power, too.
So what was powerful wasn't any martial art. It was—cheats!!!
Of course.
Su Chen had to admit, she was very soft and springy.
Fei Yanyan finally settled down. He looked at Su Chen without the disgust he'd shown before, even though Hu Liena was clinging to Su Chen's arm and acting so close to him.
"You're strong!"
"But I won't give up. One day, I'll become a Titled Douluo. Then I'll defeat you and take Nana back."
As he spoke, he clenched his fist, as if... he truly believed that becoming a Titled Douluo would let him beat Su Chen.
Su Chen gazed at Yan with an approving look and said solemnly, "Women will only slow down your cultivation. With no woman in your heart, your cultivation will come naturally."
"Keep it up!"
Xie Yue walked over and asked:
"Su Chen, someone as powerful as you can't possibly have only fifteen levels of Soul Power, can you?"
"Is your Martial Soul really a chicken?"
For a moment,
at Xie Yue's words, everyone turned to look at Su Chen, their eyes filled with anticipation.
Come on, show us your chicken Martial Soul!
Su Chen paused, giving Xie Yue a strange look, then released his Martial Soul.
In an instant,
a gigantic Kunpeng appeared behind Su Chen. The sky and earth darkened all around them; it was no exaggeration to say it blotted out the sun. The others froze, their faces filled with disbelief.
"What rank is this Martial Soul?"
"How can it be so huge? Just appearing normally, it's already much larger than an ordinary person's Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul Avatar..."
"Why do I feel like it already has the effects of a Martial Soul Avatar?"
"He really is a level-sixteen Soul Master, but... his First Soul Ring is already purple."
Listening to them, Su Chen felt a little awkward... It had been yellow before. Wasn't that just because the system had boosted it by a thousand years last night?
"My Martial Soul used to be a chicken, but it mutated the day before yesterday and became an ancient Kunpeng."
"You might not have heard of Kunpeng, but it doesn't matter! Just remember: chicken is Kun, and Kun is chicken."
The others nodded thoughtfully, committing it to memory. Then they had a quick bite to eat and continued on their way.
In the carriage,
Hu Liena grew bolder, openly pressing herself closer to Su Chen. Su Chen hardly dared to move.
There was no other reason.
She had originally come to win Su Chen over, and now that he was so strong and so handsome, Hu Liena declared, "For the sake of Spirit Hall, I must offer myself!"
"Long live Spirit Hall!"
Yan watched enviously from the side. After being taught a lesson that morning, he'd finally settled down. His eyes held nothing but envy now, with little of his earlier anger remaining.
Su Chen was so restless he could hardly sit still. The girl's unique fragrance filled his nose, and he could feel her soft body against his. It was torture!
Damn it.
I'm eighteen, full of vigor, and I just cultivated the Nine Yang Divine Skill last night. My yang energy's practically standing straight up.
Forget it.
I'll start writing my diary to distract myself.
[Today is another day full of energy!]
[Yesterday I said Yan was a simp, because he kept jumping up and down in front of me over Hu Liena. So I gave him a beating first thing this morning. The kid finally settled down, but Hu Liena certainly didn't.]
[This Little Fox was already boy-crazy, and after seeing how strong I am today, I'm afraid she'll never be able to look at another man again.]
[Ha! Woman, I have to admit, you've got a much better eye than your teacher, Bibi Dong.]
Hu Liena pretended to be asleep, leaning against Su Chen's shoulder the whole time. Now that she saw the contents of Su Chen's diary, her cheeks flushed and she smiled.
Right?
Of course I have a better eye than my teacher.
At Spirit Hall,
Bibi Dong, who hadn't slept all night, saw the contents of the Diary Copy and smiled.
That's good. Nana will be happy.
However,
that smile lasted only a few seconds before Bibi Dong's face went completely pale.
[Huh? Today's theme is weird, too. The diary's about Bibi Dong. Good grief! Am I writing a diary, or a biography?]
[Forget it. Who cares what the theme is? As long as it gets me generous rewards, I'd even set aside my dignity and write smut.]
[Today, let's write about the life of Bibi Dong, a legendary Pope of the Douluo Continent!]
As Bibi Dong read the diary, all the color drained from her face. Just as she'd expected! Qian Renxue had turned the blade on her after all.
This foolish woman!
At this point, did she still not understand how dangerous the side effect of this "lucky reader" was? She'd actually wasted it on me.
Wouldn't Little Scumbag have been a better choice?
Bibi Dong rubbed her forehead. At this point, she could only face everything in her past with composure.
Of course, she'd also noticed something: ever since she acquired the Diary Copy, she was no longer under the control of the Rakshasa God's evil thoughts. She wasn't as extreme, either.
At the Crown Prince Mansion,
Qian Renxue, who had likewise been awake all night, saw the contents of the Diary Copy and sat bolt upright in bed.
...Remembering that her emotions might get out of control, Qian Renxue went to the window and called out:
"Grandfather Ci Xue, I'm feeling unwell today. Have someone cancel all my appointments, and don't let anyone disturb me."
With that,
Qian Renxue left the room and opened the door to a secret chamber in a side room before stepping inside.
The chamber was pitch-black.
Qian Renxue wasn't the Secret Room Douluo; this chamber wasn't meant to imprison anyone. It was simply where she went to let out her grief and cry.
On all those nights when she couldn't bear to go on, she would sob and scream in this chamber until every suppressed emotion had poured out of her.
Bibi Dong's life had its happy, joyful moments, but Qian Renxue's life had been a tragedy from beginning to end.
Meanwhile,
Hu Liena also sat upright, wanting to learn all about her teacher Bibi Dong's life.
At the same time,
the women who possessed Diary Copies were just as curious: what had the life of Bibi Dong, Spirit Hall's legendary Pope, really been like?
Surely she hadn't been born cold and noble?