Who Writes a Diary? A Serious Person Writes... Writes! I'm Writing a Diary!

Lin Ye lay there for a full hour, his mind still replaying the words of the Haotian Sect martial soul examiner.

"Lin Ye, Iron Rod Martial Soul, Innate Soul Power 2.5."

A single, short sentence had effectively sentenced his post-transmigration life to death.

He had transmigrated into the world of the Peerless Tang Clan on the Douluo Continent, and when he first opened his eyes, he had even felt lucky.

Although he hadn't transmigrated as some young sect master or peerless genius, he was at least the son of an outer sect manager of the Haotian Sect.

In this reclusive sect, he had food and drink, and he didn't have to do dirty or tiring work like the low-level servants. Compared to those transmigrators who started in hellish difficulty, he was already much better off.

But this relief shattered into dust the moment his Soul Power was measured.

This was the Douluo Continent, a world where strength was everything.

In a sect like the Haotian Sect, without strength, his status as a manager's son was nothing more than a thin layer of window paper that could be poked through with a single finger. Once his father retired, he wouldn't even be able to maintain his current stable life.

What made his scalp tingle even more was that he hadn't transmigrated into just anywhere; he had landed in Douluo II, the Peerless Tang Clan.

Lin Ye closed his eyes, feeling a sense of powerlessness surging from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

Douluo I at least had plenty of room for maneuvering, but this Peerless Tang Clan was an era where Tang Buddha covered the sky with one hand!

Whether you were a protagonist with heaven-defying talent, an Ultimate Douluo with heaven-reaching cultivation, or even the common masses of the entire continent, everyone was just a piece on his chessboard and a toy in his hands.

A small fry like him with Innate Soul Power 2.5? Forget about getting involved in the plot; he feared that when the Sun Moon Continent collided and the Holy Spirit Cult caused chaos, a mere shockwave would scatter his ashes to the wind.

"No, others transmigrate with either Innate Full Soul Power or Twin Martial Souls, or at the very least, they have reliable parents. Why did I get a start like this?"

Lin Ye rolled over and ranted frantically at the wall, "It's been half a month. Other transmigrators' golden fingers have already arrived, so where is mine? Surely I'm not meant to just rot away in the Haotian Sect, waiting to be wiped out by the aftermath of the plot?"

[Ding! Diary Assistant System bound successfully!]

A cold, mechanical voice suddenly exploded in his mind. Lin Ye bounced off the bed, his eyes wide as saucers.

A golden finger?!

[This system is a Diary Assistant System. Once the host completes a diary entry each day, rewards of corresponding levels will be issued based on the content's completeness, emotional authenticity, and information density.

Rewards include, but are not limited to, Soul Power increases, Martial Soul evolution, Soul Ring age increases, Soul Skills, Soul Bones, cultivation techniques, and secrets of the continent.]

As soon as the system's introduction finished, Lin Ye rolled his eyes and ranted frantically in his heart: "Writing a diary? What serious person writes a diary? Even a dog wouldn't write one!"

But the next second, he sat up straight, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw, his voice even trembling slightly: "Wait a minute? Are there rewards?"

[Ding! As long as the diary entry is completed, you will 100% receive the corresponding reward.]

"Then that's fine!"

Lin Ye instantly changed his tune, rubbing his hands in wild ecstasy, nearly jumping off the bed. "Then I must write! Not only must I write, but I must write quickly and write a lot! I need to write with rhythm... uh.

Anyway, isn't it just writing a diary? What's the big deal! As long as I can get rewards, I'll write eight or ten entries a day."

As soon as he finished speaking, a diary with a pitch-black cover and a heavy texture appeared out of thin air on the wooden table in front of him.

When he touched it, a diary appeared in his mind, shimmering with golden light; the special effects were quite magnificent.

[Ding! The system's exclusive diary has been issued. The host can use their thoughts to write in the diary.]

It was a good thing he didn't have to use a pen, or he would have been exhausted.

[Family, who understands? I've transmigrated.

I've transmigrated to the Douluo Continent, and it's the unlucky era of the Peerless Tang Clan.

Let me talk about my current situation first: I'm the son of an outer sect manager of the Haotian Sect. To put it nicely, I'm a sect disciple; to put it bluntly, I'm just an ordinary person slightly better than a servant.

I just measured my Martial Soul and Soul Power today: Iron Rod Martial Soul, Innate Soul Power 2.5. A pure trash start. It's questionable whether I'll even be able to reach the threshold of a Soul Scholar in this lifetime.

Originally, I held onto a bit of luck, thinking that even without talent, I could rely on my knowledge of the plot to live a stable life in this world.

But forget it, this is the Peerless Tang Clan! This is an era where Tang Buddha covers the sky with one hand!

Whether you are an ordinary person or a top expert, everyone is a toy in his hands. A small fry like me will probably be wiped out by the aftermath of the plot within a few years.

I've been transmigrated for half a month, and I was almost ready to lie flat and wait for death, but my golden finger finally arrived. It's a diary system; I get rewards for writing a diary.

How should I put it? What serious person writes a diary? Even a dog wouldn't write one.

Wait, there are rewards? Then that's fine.

From today on, I am the number one diarist on the Douluo Continent. If I don't write a diary for one day, I'll feel uncomfortable all over. Whoever tries to stop me from writing a diary, I'll fight them!

Finally, I'll make a wish. I hope the rewards are powerful. I'm not asking to reach the sky in one step; just let me raise my Innate Soul Power so I can cultivate normally!]

After reading it over a few times, Lin Ye felt very satisfied, looking forward to the diary reward settlement later today, hoping it would drop a golden legend for him.

Deep within the Haotian Sect, in an exquisite boudoir guarded by layers of formations.

Wang Dong'er was sitting in front of her vanity, her fingertips twirling her light pink hair ribbon. Looking at herself in the mirror, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl upward.

In three more days, she would set off for Shrek Academy.

She had stayed in the Haotian Sect for too long, so long that she had almost forgotten what the outside world looked like.

The elders always said the outside was dangerous and protected her tightly, but the more they did so, the more she yearned for the world outside.

Especially the legendary Shrek Academy, that was the holy land in the hearts of all Soul Masters across the continent. It only accepted monsters and never ordinary people. She had long wanted to see for herself whether it was truly as formidable as the legends claimed.

She was currently bowing her head, packing her luggage for Shrek. After folding a few changes of clothes and placing them into her Soul Guidance Device, she was still daydreaming about her life after arriving at Shrek. Would she meet interesting classmates? Could she pass Shrek's rigorous examinations?

But just then, something that made her skin crawl occurred.

On the empty vanity, a Golden Diary appeared out of thin air. It lay there quietly, as if it had always belonged there.

Wang Dong'er tensed up instantly, her Soul Power surging throughout her body. Her beautiful eyes were filled with vigilance.

She knew better than anyone how strict the security of the Haotian Sect was. Furthermore, her living quarters were protected by countless sect-guarding formations. Let alone a person, even a fly could not have flown in without making a sound.

Yet, this diary had appeared before her out of thin air, without triggering any formations or making a single noise.

Her first instinct was to call the guards outside, but before she could speak, the Golden Diary suddenly transformed into a gentle yet irresistible golden light. Before she could react, it dove straight into her mind.

Wang Dong'er felt a buzz in her head. Within her sea of consciousness, a shimmering golden diary was suspended. The handwriting on the cover was incredibly clear, as if it had been engraved specifically for her—[Lin Ye Diary Copy - Wang Dong'er Exclusive Edition].

Lin Ye?

Wang Dong'er was completely bewildered. Her beautiful brows furrowed tightly, her mind filled with question marks.

Who was this person?

She had lived in the Haotian Sect for so long and had never heard this name.

As a hidden sect with ten thousand years of heritage, the Haotian Sect maintained the most complete sect system. There were at least eighty to one hundred thousand disciples and members from top to bottom.

Who was this person, and why did his diary appear in her boudoir out of thin air, enter her sea of consciousness, and become her exclusive copy?

Carrying a belly full of confusion and lingering vigilance, Wang Dong'er tried to use her consciousness to gently touch the suspended diary.

The diary flipped open in response. The handwriting on it, stroke by stroke, was clearly reflected in her mind. It was the very entry Lin Ye had just written.

Wang Dong'er read it word for word. The more she read, the tighter her brows furrowed, and the heavier the confusion on her face became.

[Family, who understands? I have transmigrated.]

Transmigrated? What did this mean? Did it mean passing through some place?

She had never heard this term before; even the ancient books in the sect contained no such concept.

Looking further down, she saw "Iron Rod Martial Soul, Innate Soul Power 2.5, son of an Outer City manager," and she finally let out a sigh of relief.

So, he was a member of the Haotian Sect, just the son of an Outer City manager. It was normal that she didn't know him.

But immediately after, the next sentence made her freeze once again.

[Transmigrated is fine, but why not transmigrate to Douluo I? Even if I transmigrated to the Soul Ring era, I could have relied on my foresight to make a living. Instead, you put me in Douluo II, the Peerless Tang Clan?!]

Douluo I? Douluo II? What kind of strange designations were these?

And the Peerless Tang Clan?

Of course, she knew of the Tang Sect. The Haotian Sect and the Tang Sect shared the same lineage. While they weren't exactly inseparable, they were on friendly terms.

However, the current Tang Sect had long since lost the glory of ten thousand years ago. It had completely fallen into ruin, with its sect grounds lost and only a few people barely maintaining it in the Heaven Soul Empire. It couldn't even be considered a third-rate sect.

Yet, this Lin Ye called this era the "Peerless Tang Clan"?

Could it be... that the future Tang Sect would rise again and become something worthy of the word "peerless"?

Wang Dong'er's heart skipped a beat. She continued reading, but the following content made her eyes widen in utter disbelief.

[This is the Peerless Tang Clan! This is an era where Tang Buddha covers the sky with one hand! Whether you are a protagonist with extraordinary talent, an Ultimate Douluo with heaven-defying cultivation, or even the common masses of the entire continent, everyone is a plaything in his hands, a pawn on his chessboard!]

Tang Buddha?

The surname Tang?

Wang Dong'er subconsciously pressed her hand against her chest. An inexplicable, indescribable sense of familiarity welled up in her heart.

She always felt that she should have a deep connection with this surname, but her elders never allowed her to bring it up. Even her current name was Wang Dong'er.

But who exactly was this "Tang Buddha"?

Covers the sky with one hand? Everyone on the continent was his plaything?

How could this be? Even the three famous Ultimate Douluo on the continent today couldn't possibly achieve such a feat, could they?

She read this diary entry three times, but the question marks in her mind did not decrease; instead, they piled up even higher.

Transmigration, Peerless Tang Clan, Tang Buddha, system... these terms she had never heard before, along with the insights into the future revealed between Lin Ye's lines, filled her heart with intense curiosity.

Who exactly was this person named Lin Ye?

Was what he said just gibberish, or... was it truly something that would happen in the future?

Wang Dong'er's consciousness remained tightly locked onto the shimmering golden diary. Her fingertips curled slightly, her heart filled with trepidation.