Writing a Diary in Douluo, and All the Heroines Gave Themselves Away

Qian Renxue repeated those words silently in her heart, a faint smile both bitter and sweet rising to her lips.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, firmly burying that intense longing deep in her heart before tightening her grip on the vermilion brush again.

Brother Xiong must stay safe.

Once I have waded through and settled Heaven Dou's muddy waters, I will wear women's clothes and stand openly and proudly beside Brother Xiong.

Meanwhile, Bibi Dong, who was racing toward Spirit City, also saw the Diary update.

"Lifetime after lifetime, a hundred years without worry? Utterly laughable!"

Bibi Dong gave a disdainful snort amid the biting wind, her exquisite face full of lofty mockery. "A man's mouth is a lying devil."

All those vows sworn to the seas and mountains were nothing but flowers in a mirror and the moon on water before this cruel world, before absolute interest and power-lies that burst at a touch.

She recalled that sanctimonious beast Qian Xunji, and that coward Yu Xiaogang, powerless when she was at her most desperate. She had suffered the deepest, filthiest betrayal and harm in this world, so she forced herself never to believe that pure affection still existed. Yet... although Bibi Dong frantically belittled Xiong Shaoqing's devotion in her heart, trying to armor herself with that layer of icy mockery, those words, "Even if the road ahead is filled with poisoned hidden weapons, I will protect them," were like an exceedingly fine yet sharp thorn, piercing viciously into her heart, already riddled with wounds. If there had been such a man back then, willing to stand before her and protect her even if he was covered in wounds, how could she have fallen into that boundless abyss of darkness? "A boring trick."

Bibi Dong bit her lower lip hard, forcibly suppressing that trace of secret jealousy and aching bitterness she would not even admit to herself. The Six-Winged Purple Light Wings behind her suddenly erupted in dazzling light. As if fleeing some emotion even she feared, she accelerated like a madwoman and vanished into the endless night. The following day, on Shrek Academy's training ground, Tang San, Dai Mubai, and Ma Hongjun had fully recovered from their injuries after several days of rest and the assistance of Oscar's recovery Big Sausages. Now, the five students stood ready to set off for Suotuo City. "Great! I can finally go check out the Great Soul Arena with you this time."

Oscar rubbed his hands excitedly, eager to try his hand. "With this genius's sausages, you're guaranteed to have plenty of Soul Power and crush everyone in your path."

Ning Rongrong had also changed into an exquisite turquoise dress and stood with her hands behind her back. Although she wore some of the haughty pride of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's young mistress, her eyes also held anticipation for Suotuo City's bustling streets. "I happen to want to do some shopping in the city, so I'll watch your actual combat while I'm at it."

"If necessary, my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda could reluctantly give you a little enhancement."

Seeing the two take it for granted that they would accompany them, Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun exchanged a discreet glance, their brows creasing almost imperceptibly. Tang San, standing at the front, wore a gentle smile like a spring breeze and nodded repeatedly in agreement, but deep inside, he felt as sick as if he had swallowed an entire greenbottle fly, irritated to the extreme. These two troublesome burdens could have come at any other time, yet they had to interfere just when I was about to kill Xiong Shaoqing. Tang San cursed furiously inwardly without revealing a trace on his face. His Godly Zhuge Crossbow was coated in deadly poison that sealed the throat upon contact with blood. Once he ambushed Xiong Shaoqing outside the black market, it would inevitably be a brutal, one-sided slaughter. Such underhanded methods that could not bear the light must never be seen by outsiders like Oscar and Ning Rongrong. Oscar was one thing, but Ning Rongrong was the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's cherished pearl. If he accidentally dragged this spoiled young mistress into it, and Xiong Shaoqing injured her in a dying counterattack, drawing an investigation from Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, things would become troublesome. He had to find a legitimate excuse to send them away completely. Tang San's mind raced. His gaze swept over Oscar's flirtatious glances and Ning Rongrong's exquisite, expensive dress, and a plan immediately came to him. Half an hour later, they arrived at Suotuo City's bustling gates. "Mubai, Fatty," Tang San suddenly stopped. "Matches at the Great Soul Arena generally don't start until evening. We still have some time this afternoon."

"Some parts of my hidden weapons are worn, so I need to visit the smithy in the west of the city and the outskirts of the underground black market to hunt for some special metals."

"Will you come with me?"

Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun caught his meaning and immediately nodded. "No problem. Let's go together."

"The black market? A smithy?"

At that, Ning Rongrong's delicate brows immediately knitted, her exquisite little face full of resistance. "Places like that are filthy and chaotic, full of smithing coal dust and the stink of sweat. I'm not going to such a low-class place."

Oscar scratched his head too. "Third Brother, that really isn't a suitable place for a girl."

Looking at the two, Tang San curved his lips into a perfectly measured wry smile, tinged with concern, like the perfect big brother who considered his teammates in everything. "Rongrong is right. I didn't think this through."

Tang San spoke gently. "The west of the city really is a place where fish and dragons mingle, with people from every walk of life. If Rongrong's pretty dress got dirty, or someone offended you, that would be my fault."

Tang San shifted the conversation and turned to Oscar. "Little Ao, you're our team's only food-type support, and the most thoughtful."

"I'm entrusting Rongrong's safety to you."

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Chapter 76: Ning Rongrong fell for the trap

"Huh? En... entrusting her to me?" Oscar froze, then wild joy surged into his heart.

This was a once-in-a-thousand-years chance for a date alone!

"Exactly." Tang San patted Oscar's shoulder, delivering his manipulative words with earnest gravity. "We're a team. A support-type Soul Master's observation and adaptability are just as important."

"Take Rongrong shopping along the upscale commercial street in the south of the city and buy some things girls like. Mubai is our captain, so naturally, the captain will cover the shopping expenses. Right, Mubai?"

How shrewd Dai Mubai was. He immediately pulled out a purse containing over a hundred Gold Soul Coins and generously tossed it to Oscar. "Spend it however you like. Take good care of Rongrong. If she loses a single hair, you'll answer to me."

Holding the heavy purse, Oscar was so moved he nearly burst into tears, thinking Third Brother and Boss Dai were practically living bodhisattvas.

Ning Rongrong had never wanted to visit a filthy, chaotic place. Hearing that she could buy whatever she wanted on an upscale shopping street without spending her own money instantly soothed her young mistress's temper.

She nodded in satisfaction. "At least you're considerate. Oscar, hurry up and follow me."

"Coming, coming!" Oscar eagerly trotted after her.

Watching their backs gradually disappear at the end of the bustling street, Tang San's gentle, jade-like smile vanished in an instant, replaced by a vicious chill like a venomous snake emerging from its lair.

Two idiots. A little sweetness was all it took to send them away.

Tang San snorted contemptuously inwardly. He most despised people so easily manipulated by material things and affection, but this suited him perfectly.

They wouldn't go to the Soul Fighting Arena until 9:15 p.m. The timing worked out perfectly.

Tang San touched the Twenty-Four Bridges Bright Moon Night at his waist, a sick excitement flickering in his eyes. The underground black market auction began at 7:15 p.m.

I'll scout and lay out the formation on the route he has to take now. Once I've killed Xiong Shaoqing, I'll meet Oscar and Ning Rongrong at the Soul Fighting Arena without anyone knowing.

This day next year will be the anniversary of Xiong Shaoqing's death!

"Third Brother, that trick of luring the tiger away from its mountain was brilliant." Ma Hongjun gave him a thumbs-up. "Now no one will get in the way."

"Let's go." Tang San touched the Twenty-Four Bridges Bright Moon Night at his waist, sensing the cold, lethal Godly Zhuge Crossbow inside, killing intent churning in his eyes.

Elsewhere, Xiong Shaoqing took Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing to Suotuo City's most famous Rare and Spirit Beast Garden.

"Wow, Big Brother, look, look! What's that white, soft Soul Beast that looks like a cloud?"

Xiao Wu excitedly pointed at a snow-white Cloud-Cluster Rabbit munching a carrot inside an enclosure, both eyes shining.

Zhu Zhuqing, meanwhile, stared fixedly at a Shadow Spirit Cat cub lazily sunning itself on a tree trunk. Although she tried her utmost to maintain her cool demeanor, her slightly trembling cat ears and repeated backward glances had long since betrayed her desire to go pet it.

Xiong Shaoqing stood with his hands behind his back, his black clothes setting off his tall, straight figure like an unscalable solitary peak.

His gaze was deep and icy as he looked down at those soft, adorable Soul Beasts and coldly pronounced, "Playthings erode ambition."

In reality, however, his goofy, lecherous soul had already begun rolling all over the floor inside him.

Holy shit, Zhu Zhuqing's little expression as she wants to pet the cat but holds herself back is such an adorable contrast!

And Xiao Wu-she's clearly a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soft Bone Rabbit, so what's with her drooling over another ordinary rabbit?

This scene is so damn soothing.

Xiong Shaoqing forcibly suppressed the urge to rush over, scoop the Shadow Spirit Cat cub into his arms, and bury his face in it. Expressionlessly, he walked to the sales counter and casually tossed out a bag of Gold Soul Coins, his voice cold enough to shed ice. "I'll buy these two."

Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing instantly cheered.

Holding the tiny Shadow Spirit Cat, Zhu Zhuqing revealed an exceptionally rare, breathtaking smile on her cool face. She walked up to Xiong Shaoqing. "Shaoqing... thank you..."

Looking at Zhu Zhuqing's exquisite face, her smile blooming like a flower, Xiong Shaoqing felt his blood pressure about to soar again.

He forcibly averted his gaze and replied stiffly, "They're only two pets. Since you like them, keep them."

Before long, inside the Listening Snow Inn, Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing huddled together, doting on and playing with their newly purchased Cloud-Cluster Rabbit and Shadow Spirit Cat cub.

Xiong Shaoqing stood by the window, listening to the laughter behind him, still presenting that cold, aloof back with his hands clasped behind him.

"Big Brother, look! This little rabbit's cheeks puff out as it eats carrots. It's so cute!" Xiao Wu exclaimed excitedly, holding the rabbit by its ears.

Zhu Zhuqing held the pitch-black little spirit cat in her arms, her slender fingers gently combing its fur. She looked up at the figure by the window, a hint of tenderness in her cool voice. "Shaoqing, this kitten is very well-behaved. Would you like to pet it too?"

At her words, Xiong Shaoqing stiffened slightly, then gave a disdainful snort. "Childish. They're merely little spirit beasts whose intelligence hasn't matured. What's there to pet? Play with them yourselves."

With that, he swept his sleeve and strode straight into the inner room.

Yet the instant he turned around, the groundhog inside Xiong Shaoqing's heart began screaming wildly.

Holy shit, that look when the Shadow Spirit Cat tilted its head just now! So soft, so cute, I want to bury my face in it!

But no! I'm playing a God King who's weathered countless vicissitudes. If I crouch on the floor chuckling as I pet cats and rabbits, where would my dignity go? Do I want to keep my face or not?

Xiong Shaoqing sat gloomily on the bed, took a deep breath, and summoned the Destiny Diary.

He began today's work.

[The Rare and Spirit Beast Garden in Suotuo City truly is a place that wears away one's will.]

[That Shadow Spirit Cat cub's fur did look soft. When Zhu Zhuqing asked whether I wanted to pet it, I almost couldn't stop myself from reaching out.]

[Fortunately, I held back in the end. As a dignified God King cultivating anew in another lifetime, how improper would it be to crouch before these two girls and tease such soft little beasts? If word got out, where could I put this old face of mine?]

[Still, seeing them smile so happily, I felt the money was well spent.]

[I just don't know how many more days this peaceful life can last.]

[That brat Tang San has gone completely quiet since his crushing defeat at the Great Soul Arena. A biting dog doesn't bark. The longer that venomous snake lies dormant, the harder it is to know when he'll suddenly leap out and bite.]

[There's a Netherworld Dark Fragrance Bamboo at the black market in the west of the city tonight. I must compete for it for Zhu Zhuqing. Level 38 cultivation still isn't enough. I must hurry and cultivate, or how will I deal with those hidden arrows that are impossible to guard against?]

The golden writing slowly unfurled in their minds.

In the neighboring room, Xiao Wu read the diary and could not help bursting into a giggle. Covering her mouth, she snickered. "Big Brother cares far too much about saving face. If he wants to pet it, he should just pet it, but he insists on keeping up his God King airs. Still, he's actually been worrying about our safety all along."

Chapter 77: A trip to the black market

Zhu Zhuqing's hands trembled, and she nearly dropped the kitten in her arms onto the floor.

"Shaoqing..." Zhu Zhuqing lowered her head to look at the little black cat in her arms, her heartbeat becoming somewhat erratic.

That man, normally cold as frost, was going to the perilous black market entirely to seek heavenly treasures for her Martial Soul.

Those words about having to hurry and cultivate to face hidden arrows gave her an unparalleled sense of security.

Far away in Heaven Dou City, Qian Renxue read the Diary's words, "How improper" and "Where could I put this old face," and could not suppress her smile, yet her eyes were filled with profound yearning.

This Xiong Shaoqing truly was an extraordinarily interesting man.

As for Bibi Dong, still on the road, she gave a cold, derisive laugh upon seeing this Diary entry.

God King airs? It was merely a man's hypocritical pride at work.

Running to a filthy place like the black market to wade into muddy waters for a woman-utterly foolish.

Bibi Dong mocked him inwardly, trying to use an icy mask to conceal that awkward trace of aching bitterness and jealousy in her heart.

If someone had been willing to shield me behind him like this back then, fighting and competing for me, how could I have fallen into that abyss of eternal damnation?

At that moment, inside his room at the inn, a system notification suddenly exploded in Xiong Shaoqing's mind.

[Ding! Detected intense fluttering emotions, empathy, and heartache from three goddesses. Bond Points have triggered chained critical hits!]

[Emotional resonance has crossed spatial barriers. Feedback mechanism activated in overclocked mode.]

[Congratulations, host. Received a massive feedback infusion of pure Soul Power.]

[Host's Soul Power increased by one level.]

[Current Soul Power: Level 39.]

Holy shit, Level 39!

Xiong Shaoqing abruptly clenched his fists, excited beyond measure.

Level 39! That honest confession about suffering to save face was incredible.

Now he was only a step away from Level 40. Once he reached Level 40, he could unlock the system shop.

The shop contained the complete set of related technologies, including the First-Generation Spirit Transmission Contract Array and Soul Spirit Conversion Fluid.

There were two currencies for exchanging goods. The first was Bond Points, obtained by increasing the absolute loyalty and dependence of copy holders.

The second was Face-Slapping Points, obtained by plundering the Child of Fortune and other villains, crushing their opportunities and mental states.

Once he opened that new chapter, his rate of growing stronger could increase further.

Then he would no longer have to maintain this cold, aloof persona, and could openly bed the goddesses sooner.

Xiong Shaoqing took a deep breath, suppressed the wild joy in his heart, put on the expression of a cold-faced King of Hell again, and opened the door, looking toward Zhu Zhuqing as she played with the spirit cat cub.

"Zhu Zhuqing, Xiao Wu, get ready. Come with me to the underground black market in the west of the city at 7:15 p.m."

"The underground black market?" Xiao Wu paused. "Big Brother, all sorts of fish and dragons mingle there. What are we going there for?"

Although she knew perfectly well why Xiong Shaoqing was taking them there, she could only act. After all, she could not let him realize they had secretly read his Diary.

Zhu Zhuqing looked at Xiao Wu, a hint of teasing in her eyes.

Sister Xiao Wu's acting really is flawless.

Xiong Shaoqing held one hand behind his back, his tone as cold and unapproachable as ever, as though discussing something insignificant. "To get the Netherworld Dark Fragrance Bamboo."

At those words, Zhu Zhuqing's arms tightened abruptly around the spirit cat, and a mist of tears instantly rose in her cool eyes.

Although she had already read it in the Diary, hearing him personally speak those resounding words in the most matter-of-fact tone still shook her beyond measure.

The night was deep.

Compared with the bustle of the South Market, western Suotuo City was filled with an oppressive, sinister atmosphere.

The streets were narrow and dark. Most passersby wore cloaks or masks concealing their faces, and a faint smell of blood and decay permeated the air.