Writing a Diary in Douluo: Bibi Dong Went Crazy

They were lofty Soul Ancestor experts. How could they possibly take an interest in families like theirs?

After tying up the villagers, Ah Yin returned to her house and packed her things.

Zhao Ling plucked a Blue Silver Emperor vine, then walked up to Granny Shen and gave her a savage grin.

Granny Shen was badly frightened and wanted to scream, but a rag was immediately stuffed into her mouth.

Then he swung the Blue Silver Emperor vine with a whistling rush, lashing her again and again.

Every lash left a bloody welt. Tears and snot streamed down her face from the pain, and she wanted to scream but could not.

The villagers were all terrified. They lowered their heads, not daring to look at Zhao Ling for fear he would vent his anger on them.

Finally, under the villagers' terrified gazes, Ah Yin left the village with Zhao Ling. Only then did the Blue Silver Emperor vines binding the villagers loosen and restore their freedom.

Zhao Ling's refusal to quibble with the villagers greatly reassured Ah Yin and won him much of her favor.

She had heard before that Titled Douluo experts all had strange tempers and might kill someone over a single disagreement.

But now, seeing Zhao Ling's gentle, refined manner, she felt she had not misjudged him.

Not only was this man good-looking, he was also cultured and easygoing. Perhaps he was someone she could entrust the rest of her life to.

Oh, why was I thinking about that? How embarrassing! We've only known each other for a few days. Why was I already thinking about marriage?

Her pretty face flushed involuntarily. She stole a glance at Zhao Ling, only to find that he was not looking at her, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

At that moment, Zhao Ling was examining his earlier diary reward: a new Martial Soul, the Death God Demon Scythe.

It looked deeply unnerving. The entire scythe was over two meters long, and its blade emitted a crimson glow.

At the very top of its long handle sat an eerie skull. The skull even seemed to wear a strange smile, giving Zhao Ling himself the creeps when he looked at it.

Moreover, judging by the strength of the Death God Demon Scythe's Innate Soul Power, it had actually reached rank twenty, no less than the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul Qian Renxue had awakened in the original story.

Zhao Ling had never expected the system to give him another Martial Soul. This new Martial Soul also seemed incredibly powerful, not at all inferior even to his original Netherworld Demon-Suppressing Pagoda.

He was already looking forward to how imposing he would look standing before others once he had acquired all the Soul Rings for this Death God Demon Scythe.

Still, although he had the Martial Soul now, its Soul Rings would not be so easy to obtain. If he wanted every one of them to be over a hundred thousand years old, he would probably have to seek a solution in the deep sea.

Zhao Ling shook his head, tossing the question of what Soul Rings to give the Death God Demon Scythe far beyond the clouds. His eyes flicked almost imperceptibly toward Ah Yin, who had left with him, and his heart instantly filled with delight.

He had thought whisking Ah Yin away would not be easy. Yet now, this stunning beauty who was such a feast for the eyes had actually joined him on the road to Suotuo City. It was simply wonderful.

A few hours earlier, Bibi Dong, who had spent two days traveling by carriage, suddenly saw the diary update. Her delicate brows rose, and she opened her diary copy with a thought.

Reading the latest entries, she pursed her lips. It seemed that fellow Zhao Ling had finally gotten his wish and whisked away the woman named Ah Yin. He was now heading toward Suotuo City.

It seemed she would meet the two of them before long. Bibi Dong felt a faint anticipation. Just what did this fellow Zhao Ling look like? Surely he could not look too bad?

If he was truly too hideous to look at, would that not be awkward? Still, that probably was not the case. Wasn't that woman named Ah Yin quite beautiful? Hadn't he managed to whisk her away all the same?

Of course, what she most wanted to know was not exactly what Zhao Ling looked like. What she wanted to know most was what her future fate would be.

That fellow Zhao Ling had always hinted without explaining things fully. He had only said that she would fall out with her teacher because she fell in love with someone named Yu Xiaogang, ultimately plunging into an endless abyss.

Based on her understanding of her teacher, even if she fell out with him, he would not do much against her. At most, he would lock her up for a while and release her once she recognized her mistake.

How could she possibly turn completely dark and descend into an abyss of depravity because of that? She desperately wanted to obtain the answer from Zhao Ling now. At that thought, Bibi Dong's gaze grew distant.

At that moment, Suotuo City's Great Soul Arena was packed with people. Countless men and women watched the life-and-death arena with feverish eyes as matches decided not only victory and defeat, but life and death.

The battle was fiercely deadlocked. In this life-and-death arena, only the winner earned the right to keep living. The loser did not even have that right.

"Awooo... Fourth Soul Skill, Gale Wolf Claw! Die!" The contestant, whose eyes had reddened from fighting, unleashed his strongest Soul Skill.

His opponent also wore a ferocious expression and unleashed his own strongest Soul Skill. "Fourth Soul Skill, Demon Ape Shatters the Mountain..."

The two Soul Ancestors, crazed with bloodlust, immediately charged furiously at each other. Covered in wounds, they no longer concerned themselves with any calculations. They only wanted to kill the other in a single blow.

They could no longer spare a thought for whether they would die at the other's hands. Their attacks struck almost simultaneously, and both spat out a mouthful of blood.

One suffered a wound in his abdomen that gushed blood, while the other's shoulder blade and breastbone were shattered. They fell almost simultaneously, and the light in their eyes gradually faded.

The battle that ended in mutual destruction sent the entire arena into thunderous cheers, as though the two contestants who had died together were not people at all, merely tools for entertaining everyone present.

The spectators' blood was stirred by such a boiling-hot battle. Many wished they could go up and fight themselves.

At that moment, a young man who looked fifteen or sixteen, with short black hair parted three-to-seven and an ordinary face but a rather distinguished bearing, was clenching his fists in excitement.

Watching that heated fight, he too felt an urge to step onto the arena and battle. Unfortunately, despite already being fifteen or sixteen, his Soul Power had yet to reach rank twenty.

Without even the strength of a Soul Grandmaster, he had no right to go up and compete against those experts. Yet he yearned for it. He yearned to experience such an exhilarating battle himself.

Even if he had to use his family's connections, he wanted to enter the arena and compete, to prove to his father, his elder brother, and his entire family that he was not trash...

Chapter 11: Since when was he this brave?

Two days later, Zhao Ling finally arrived in Suotuo City with Ah Yin.

With Ah Yin's current strength, keeping up with Zhao Ling's traveling speed would have been unrealistic. After all, at sixteen, she only had rank forty-seven Soul Power.

To reach Suotuo City as quickly as possible, Zhao Ling spent some Silver Soul Coins to hire a carriage. They raced through the starry nights and finally reached Suotuo City within two days.

After getting out of the carriage, Ah Yin looked around with novelty filling her beautiful eyes as she watched the endless stream of people coming and going.

Although she had spent quite a few years mingling in the human world, she had essentially spent them all in that small village and a nearby junior Soul Master Academy.

She had never once entered a city on the scale of Suotuo City or Barak City. Now, looking at the unending flow of pedestrians and the bustling commercial streets, her eyes lit up.

Zhao Ling, however, was somewhat worried that Bibi Dong might already have met that fellow Yu Xiaogang. If they had already met, then even his frantic rush here would have brought him a step too late.

A gentle smile appeared on Zhao Ling's face, and he raised his hand to stroke Ah Yin's head lightly.

In that brief instant, Ah Yin felt the Soul Power within her strangely withdraw, even making her feel she had lost control over it.

At the same time, Zhao Ling clearly sensed that Ah Yin's original Soul Beast presence had also been sealed away. Now, from head to toe and inside and out, Ah Yin looked no different from an ordinary human woman.

Ah Yin hurriedly raised her head and looked at Zhao Ling questioningly, unable to understand what he was trying to do.

He clearly had not shown any greed for her Soul Ring or Soul Bone in his diary. Had he now revealed his true colors?

Faced with her puzzled gaze, Zhao Ling's kindly smile remained unchanged as he gently explained.

"Ah Yin, I recognized you as a Soul Beast the moment I first saw you. Don't worry. I've only temporarily sealed your Soul Power and your Soul Beast presence.

"With me protecting you, certainly no one in Suotuo City could lay a hand on you. Still, just in case, it's better to seal your Soul Beast presence, so that a sudden encounter with a Titled Douluo doesn't expose your identity and bring undeserved disaster upon you..."

Ah Yin stared unblinkingly into Zhao Ling's sincere, star-bright eyes. The diary entries and her experiences with him over the past few days told her that Zhao Ling was not lying. Everything was for her protection.

After a moment of silence, she nodded and replied with smiling eyes.

"Mm. Although I don't know why, I believe you won't hurt me..."

As Ah Yin said this, her beautiful eyes were filled with resolve. Zhao Ling's heart blossomed with joy at the sight, and he nodded repeatedly.

"Mm, Ah Yin, thank you for trusting me. I'm very happy that you can trust me like this. Come on, Ah Yin. I'll take you somewhere fun."

With that, the two headed toward Suotuo City's grandest building-the Great Soul Arena.

What Zhao Ling failed to notice was the slight upward curve of Ah Yin's lips. She had just played a little trick, deliberately saying, "Although I don't know why, I believe you won't hurt me."

She understood that when Zhao Ling openly told her, face-to-face, that he had long recognized her identity as a Soul Beast, he was also waiting to see her response. If she showed too much wariness now, it might create a rift between them.

Conversely, saying, "Although I don't know why, I believe you won't hurt me," would definitely send Zhao Ling, who was interested in her, into raptures.

This indescribable trust was something many men hoped to receive, especially from a woman as beautiful as her.

After paying for tickets and entering the Great Soul Arena's hall, the rising and falling shouts from the packed crowds around the platforms and below the arenas poured into Ah Yin's and Zhao Ling's ears.

"Wow... It's actually so lively here..." Walking along a corridor, the two looked past the railing at the distant, jostling crowds whose shouts shook the sky. Ah Yin's beautiful eyes could not help lighting up.

She gazed into the distance and finally saw the fierce battles erupting across the arenas, setting her blood boiling.

Seeing that Ah Yin's interest had been stirred, Zhao Ling explained, "This is a place specifically provided for Soul Masters to compete, and it's also somewhere humans who aren't Soul Masters can watch Soul Masters fight.

"Generally speaking, humans who aren't Soul Masters don't have a chance to see battles between Soul Masters. Their admiration and yearning for the strong made them wish for such a place for matches, and the Great Soul Arena came into being to meet that need."

The two walked shoulder to shoulder toward the spectator area. Zhao Ling kept glancing around, hoping to find a beauty resembling Bibi Dong in the jostling crowd, which made him look rather distracted.

Ah Yin pursed her lips in dissatisfaction. A great beauty like herself was standing so close to him, yet his eyes kept wandering everywhere, and he looked completely distracted.

If she had not feared exposing the fact that she possessed a diary copy, she really would have liked to tie Zhao Ling up and whip him.

Over the past two days, while traveling by carriage, Ah Yin had wanted to ask some indirect questions about herself, Tang Hao, and even that pitiful child.

Strangely, however, every time the words reached her lips, they vanished without a trace, as though some mysterious power was preventing her from asking Zhao Ling about these things.

This left Ah Yin rather depressed. He clearly knew many things about her future that could serve as valuable lessons for her, yet that mysterious power simply would not let her have her wish. She was helpless too.

The two strolled leisurely between the arenas, looking at one and then another. They seemed to be searching for more exciting battles, but both knew perfectly well what was really going on.

When they reached the seventh arena, Zhao Ling looked at one contestant's Martial Soul-or, more precisely, at a Martial Soul that looked like a dog, had a pig's build, four short, thick legs, and a bump on its head-and froze.

Th-this Soul Beast looks like Luo Sanpao, doesn't it? Could it be... Zhao Ling looked in surprise at the Martial Soul's owner: fifteen or sixteen, with short black hair parted three-to-seven, an ordinary face, and a rather distinguished bearing.

A strange expression appeared on Zhao Ling's face. Could this fellow be Yu Xiaogang when he was young???

H-how did this fellow dare? His Soul Power looks like it's only just reached rank twenty, and he doesn't even have a Second Soul Ring, yet he's entered the arena? What the hell is going on?

Although his opponent was not particularly strong, he was at least a rank thirty-one Soul Elder, over ten ranks above Yu Xiaogang. The two were not opponents on the same level at all.

Why did Yu Xiaogang enter the arena? Wasn't this lighting a lantern in a latrine-looking for death? Since when was he this brave?

Chapter 12: If you're sick, get treatment

At that moment, Yu Xiaogang was already covered in wounds. His opponent's attacks landed on him one after another, leaving him able only to cover his head and endure them.

Perhaps because he was far too bored, Yu Xiaogang's opponent earnestly tried to persuade him even as he attacked.

"Hey, kid, just get down already. You're too weak. Your Soul Power isn't even rank twenty. Where on earth did you get the courage to sign up and step into the arena? Please stop wasting everyone's time."

Yu Xiaogang, however, shook his head repeatedly and replied through tightly clenched teeth.

"I won't get down. I want a fair match against you. I'm a Soul Master too. I'm not trash! Luo Sanpao, First Soul Skill, fart like thunder, Earth-Shattering Luo Sanpao..."

Yu Xiaogang's forceful response set the blood of the spectators watching around the platform boiling, and they shouted.

"Well done! That's how it should be! Whether your opponent is stronger than you or not, you should have the courage to fight."

"Brother, kick his ass! Show him what you're made of."

"Hit him! Hit his stomach! Beat him to death!"

After watching so many battles between opponents of the same level, or battles where the strong bullied the weak, the spectators had grown tired of them.

But seeing a Soul Master below rank twenty challenge a rank thirty-one Soul Elder, and solemnly insist on a fair fight at that, stirred the spectators' sympathy. They all cheered enthusiastically for Yu Xiaogang.

Even though they knew very well that defeating his opponent with strength below rank twenty would be as difficult as ascending to heaven, they still hoped a miracle would happen.

Yet Yu Xiaogang had only just finished unleashing one Soul Skill when his opponent's storm of attacks made him cough repeatedly and spit out a mouthful of blood, leaving the spectators' mouths twitching wildly.

The resolve in Yu Xiaogang's eyes had not changed. He had long since made up his mind: he would fight.

Even if it was only a battle for the lowest-level Iron Soul Badge, he would fight to the end. He had to defeat his opponent no matter what. He had to prove to his father and his family that he was absolutely not trash!!!

In a nearby VIP section, Bibi Dong, Chrysanthemum Douluo, and the other Spirit Hall members were also watching the match with interest.

One of the outstanding young talents among them commented thoughtfully, "This young man named Yu Xiaogang does have a pure heart. Although he's weak, he dares to challenge a rank thirty-one Soul Elder while below rank twenty himself. That takes tremendous courage."

His words soon sparked discussion among the other young talents.

"His courage may be commendable, but his strength is far too lacking. He looks at least fifteen or sixteen, doesn't he? Yet he hasn't even reached rank twenty. If I were him, I'd have bashed myself to death against a block of tofu long ago."

"Don't you find it annoying how this fellow keeps clinging on in the arena? Losing is clearly inevitable, yet he shamelessly insists on staying there and holding out. Isn't that boring?"

"Exactly. In Iron Soul Badge matches, both sides need to be at least Soul Elders for there to be much worth watching. But this fellow Yu Xiaogang insists on sticking around in the arena. His opponent is clearly holding back out of consideration for something and hasn't struck hard. Otherwise, he would have been thrown off the platform long ago."

Listening to her companions' discussion, Bibi Dong said nothing. She merely glanced indifferently at Yu Xiaogang, who was still being beaten, and sneered inwardly.

This fellow who doesn't know the height of heaven or the depth of earth was the person I would have fallen for? Had water gotten into my brain? Had a donkey kicked it? Or had it been caught in a door?

What exactly is so good about this fellow? Being trash is one thing, but he could at least be handsome. How could someone so ordinary-looking actually win my heart???

Since when were my standards so low? I could even take a fancy to trash like this? She now seriously suspected that fellow Zhao Ling of smearing and slandering her in his diary.

Speaking of Zhao Ling, Bibi Dong was very curious whether he had arrived yet, so she swept her gaze across the venue. But everywhere she looked, there was a dense, shifting sea of heads. Even someone familiar would have been difficult to distinguish.

Let alone picking out someone who might be that fellow Zhao Ling from the sea of people. After looking around once, she withdrew her gaze. Forget it. She would stop searching and wait for him to appear on his own.