This Foolish Woman

Hu Liena was completely won over by Su Chen's strength. She trotted to his side, grabbed his arm, and asked, "Su Chen, what kind of self-created soul skill is this? It's just too incredible!"

Her fox-like eyes blinked, looking exceptionally alluring, as if she were saying, "Can you teach me?"

Su Chen felt the softness against his arm and felt a bit uneasy.

"This... the cultivation for my soul skill is quite unique. Even if I taught you, I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to unleash much power for a while. You should focus on cultivating your soul power first."

"Of course, I'll teach you when I have time in the future."

What kind of official could withstand such temptation?

Teach!

Must teach!

The Wind God Leg, Heaven Frost Fist, and Cloud-Rowing Palm were indeed powerful, but without decades of cultivation, it was impossible to achieve Su Chen's level of strength.

If one spent decades practicing martial arts, they could have achieved quite a lot in terms of soul power instead.

Therefore, it wasn't the martial arts that were powerful; what was powerful was—the cheat!!!

Of course.

Su Chen had to praise it; it was very supple.

Yan was well-behaved now. He looked at Su Chen without his previous disgust, even as Hu Liena held Su Chen's arm and acted intimately with him.

"You are very strong!"

"But I won't give up. One day, I will advance to become a Titled Douluo, and when that time comes, I will definitely defeat you and win Nana back."

He clenched his fists as he spoke, as if... he truly believed that becoming a Titled Douluo would be enough to defeat Su Chen.

Su Chen looked at Yan with a gratified expression and said solemnly, "Women will only slow down your cultivation speed. With no women in your heart, your cultivation will naturally become divine."

"Keep it up!"

Xie Yue walked over at this moment and asked, "Su Chen, with such strength, I assume your soul power can't be just level fifteen, right?"

"Is your martial soul really a chicken?"

For a moment.

Following Xie Yue's words, everyone present turned their gazes toward Su Chen, their eyes filled with anticipation.

Hurry, show us your chicken martial soul!

Su Chen paused, gave Xie Yue a strange look, and then released his martial soul.

In an instant.

A massive Kunpeng appeared in the sky behind Su Chen. The surrounding world darkened in a heartbeat; it was no exaggeration to say it blotted out the sun. The expressions of those present froze, revealing looks of disbelief.

"What grade of martial soul is this?"

"How can it be so big? Just its normal appearance is already much larger than an ordinary person's seventh soul skill, the Avatar of the Martial Soul..."

"Why do I feel like this already has the effect of an Avatar of the Martial Soul?"

"It really is a level sixteen soul master, but... his first soul ring is already purple."

Su Chen listened to their comments, feeling inevitably awkward... It was originally yellow, but didn't the system upgrade it by a thousand years last night?

"My martial soul used to be a chicken, but it mutated the day before yesterday and transformed into an ancient Kunpeng."

"You might not have heard of the Kunpeng, but that's okay! You just need to remember: the chicken is the Kun, and the Kun is the chicken."

They nodded thoughtfully as they took note of this, then had a quick meal and continued on their journey.

Inside the carriage.

Hu Liena was even more proactive and bold, openly pressing herself against Su Chen, leaving him not daring to move a muscle.

There was no other reason.

She had originally come to win Su Chen over, and now that Su Chen was so strong and so handsome, Hu Liena decided: "For the sake of Spirit Hall, I must sacrifice myself!"

"Long live Spirit Hall!"

Yan watched from the side with envy. He had been well-behaved since being taught a lesson that morning; his eyes held nothing but envy, and there wasn't much anger left.

Su Chen felt restless. Smelling the girl's unique fragrance and feeling the soft touch against his body was truly agonizing!

Damn it.

I'm at the prime age of eighteen, and after cultivating the Nine Yang Divine Skill last night, my yang energy is practically standing at attention.

Forget it.

Time to start writing in my diary to distract myself.

[Today is another day full of vitality!]

[I mentioned yesterday that Yan is a bootlicker because he kept jumping around in front of me because of Hu Liena. I taught him a lesson early this morning, and the kid is well-behaved now, but Hu Liena is the one who isn't.]

This little fox is already a lovesick fool; after witnessing my strength today, I'm afraid she'll never be able to look at another man again.

Heh! Woman, I have to admit, you have much better taste than your teacher, Bibi Dong.

Hu Liena, pretending to be asleep, had been leaning on Su Chen's shoulder the entire time. Now, seeing the contents of Su Chen's diary, her small face flushed slightly, and a smile appeared.

That's right!

Of course my taste is better than my teacher's.

Spirit Hall.

Bibi Dong, who hadn't slept all night, saw the contents of the diary copy and a smile appeared on her face.

That's good, Nana will be happy.

However.

This smile didn't last more than a few seconds before Bibi Dong's entire face turned deathly pale.

[Huh? This is strange today too. The theme of the diary is about Bibi Dong. Good grief! Am I writing a diary, or am I writing a biography?]

[Forget it, whatever the theme is, as long as it gives me generous rewards, I can even cast aside my integrity to write erotica.]

[Today, let us write about the life of the legendary Pope of the Douluo Continent, Bibi Dong!]

Bibi Dong stared at the contents of the diary, her face drained of all color. Just as she had expected! Qian Renxue was still swinging the butcher's knife at her.

You foolish woman!

Even now, do you still not realize how great the side effects of this "lucky audience" are? You actually wasted it on me.

Wouldn't it have been better to ask the Little Bastard?

Bibi Dong rubbed her forehead. At this point, she could only face everything from her past with composure.

Of course, she also discovered one thing: since possessing the diary copy, she was no longer controlled by the evil thoughts of the Rakshasa God, and she was no longer as extreme as before.

Crown Prince Mansion.

Qian Renxue, who had also been awake all night, sat bolt upright in bed after seeing the contents of the diary copy.

...Thinking that her emotions might spiral out of control, Qian Renxue walked to the window and called out:

"Grandpa Ci Xue, I am feeling unwell today. Send someone to cancel all my appointments, and do not let anyone disturb me."

With those words, Qian Renxue left the room, entered a side chamber, and opened a secret room to step inside.

The secret room was pitch black.

Qian Renxue was not the "Secret Room Douluo"; this secret room was not used to imprison anyone, but merely a place to vent her sorrow and weep.

On many nights when she couldn't hold on any longer, she would come to this secret room to cry and scream until all the suppressed emotions in her heart were completely released.

If one were to say that Bibi Dong's life still held moments of happiness and joy, then Qian Renxue's life was a tragedy from beginning to end.

On this side.

Hu Liena also sat up straight, eager to understand the life of her teacher, Bibi Dong, in detail.

At the same time.

The women who possessed copies of the diary were also curious: what was the life of the legendary Pope of Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong, really like?

Surely, she wasn't born cold and noble, was she?