Writing a diary in Douluo: Bibi Dong went mad

Bibi Dong had no idea how many times she had smashed Yu Xiaogang with the chair before the Great Soul Arena's manager arrived with his guards and hurried forward to pull her away.

After all, this was Suotuo City's Great Soul Arena. If someone died in a deathmatch, that was no big deal. Both parties had signed contracts, and dying only meant their skills had fallen short.

But if someone was beaten to death outside the ring, that would be a slap in the face to Suotuo City's Great Soul Arena. How could they tolerate that? They therefore intended to hold Bibi Dong accountable.

Watching this unfold, everyone from Spirit Hall felt as though countless alpacas were stampeding through their minds. Holy shit! What was going on? Why had the young lady suddenly gone mad?

Just minutes ago, she had been tenderly wiping the blood from the corners of that man Yu Xiaogang's mouth.

Now she was swinging a chair and had nearly battered him to death. The contrast was so enormous that they could not take it in for a moment.

All along, Bibi Dong's gentle, kind image had been deeply ingrained in the hearts of everyone from Spirit Hall.

Naturally, such an enormous contrast struck them far harder than it did the other spectators.

Even Chrysanthemum Douluo could not make sense of Bibi Dong's outburst. She had swung that chair in full arcs and smashed it down on him again and again. Clearly, it could not simply be because this man named Yu Xiaogang had picked up her discarded silk handkerchief and sniffed it repeatedly.

Given the young lady's usual generosity of spirit, even if some man really did pick up her discarded silk handkerchief and sniff it over and over, she would not lose her temper. At most, she would smile and say nothing.

Chrysanthemum Douluo felt that this inexplicable barrage of blows carried at least a little personal resentment. As for precisely what grudge was involved, he had no idea.

The young lady had always grown up in Spirit City. She should never even have met this fellow named Yu Xiaogang.

Why had she suddenly lashed out, looking as though she wanted nothing more than to kill him? He was as bewildered as a ten-foot monk unable to reach his own head.

Seeing the Great Soul Arena's manager aggressively lead his guards over and forcibly pull Bibi Dong away, the Spirit Hall group could no longer remain seated and surged forward.

Chrysanthemum Douluo displayed his Spirit Hall Elder Token, immediately making the Great Soul Arena's manager's expression turn ugly.

He had long known Yu Xiaogang's identity: the second son of Yu Yuanzhen, patriarch of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, one of the Upper Three Sects. That was already quite an impressive background.

Even though his aptitude was poor and his Soul Power pitifully low, he was still a direct descendant of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

That was why, when Yu Xiaogang wanted to enter the ring despite being below rank twenty, the Great Soul Arena had turned a blind eye and granted his request.

Otherwise, with strength below rank twenty, he would not even have qualified to enter the ring and pit himself against a Soul Elder.

But now, the woman who had beaten this direct descendant of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had an even more terrifying background. She actually belonged to Spirit Hall, and her standing there was exceptional.

As the strongest force on the Douluo Continent, Spirit Hall's position would have been difficult to shake even if the Upper Three Sects joined forces.

Since they came from Spirit Hall, the Great Soul Arena's manager had to weigh the consequences even if he wanted to fly into a rage.

After his expression remained dark for a while, the manager finally told them that there was to be no next time, or they would be barred from the Great Soul Arena for life.

Bibi Dong curled her lips, retrieved the bloodstained silk handkerchief from the unconscious Yu Xiaogang's hand, and threw it into a rubbish bin after returning to Spirit Hall's reserved VIP seats.

The Great Soul Arena's manager hurriedly summoned several healing-type Soul Masters to treat Yu Xiaogang's injuries. Whatever happened, they could not simply watch him die inside the Great Soul Arena.

Earlier, countless spectators had been filled with envy and jealousy because a good-for-nothing like Yu Xiaogang had actually received the personal attention of such a beautiful woman, who had wiped the blood from his mouth.

Yet in less than a few minutes, that peerless beauty had suddenly turned into a hot-tempered hellion and nearly sent him to his grave.

How terrifying. Beautiful as this woman was, her temper was frightening beyond belief. That senseless barrage probably left him with at least ten broken ribs.

Even with healing-type Soul Masters in the Great Soul Arena treating him, a complete recovery in a short time certainly would not be easy. Only someone from the Ye Family with the Nine Heart Begonia Martial Soul could guarantee that his injuries would heal in an extremely short time.

But the appearance fees for Ye Family members with Nine Heart Begonia were not low. The Great Soul Arena certainly would not be willing to spend a fortune in Gold Soul Coins to hire them, so this fellow named Yu Xiaogang would inevitably have to spend several days recuperating in bed.

Even now, Zhao Ling still could not understand what had happened. Why had the innocent, adorable, gentle, kindhearted young Bibi Dong suddenly lashed out and beaten Yu Xiaogang so badly that even his father probably would not recognize him?

This plot was wrong. Or were Bibi Dong and Yu Xiaogang supposed to get acquainted through a beating? Was Yu Xiaogang a masochist who liked being hammered by Bibi Dong, liking her more the harder she hit him, and feeling nothing for her unless she beat him?

Unreasonable. Completely unreasonable. Where exactly had things gone wrong? No matter how Zhao Ling thought it over, he could not work out the cause. Could my transmigration have caused a butterfly effect?

But since transmigrating, I haven't even wandered around Spirit City, much less gone out of my way to hit on Bibi Dong. How could there have been a butterfly effect? This... this makes no sense...

Chapter 16: That look was so disgusting

While Zhao Ling was deep in thought, Ah Yin glanced at him, amusement filling her beautiful eyes.

She understood that this fellow's state of mind had probably been blown apart. According to the diary, Bibi Dong should currently have been a gentle, kind, innocent, romantic young woman.

Yet the sight of her leaping high into the air and smashing a chair down on Yu Xiaogang's head must have shattered Zhao Ling's entire worldview.

She felt that things were getting interesting. She could even be practically certain that this woman named Bibi Dong possessed Zhao Ling's Diary Copy, just as she did.

It was precisely because she had seen the revelations in Zhao Ling's Diary Copy that she had become so at odds with its contents.

She was supposed to fall in love with Yu Xiaogang, yet she had instead knocked him to the ground without hesitation. Interesting. Truly fascinating.

She had a faint suspicion that, as more and more of the diary's contents were revealed, more and more events might stray beyond Zhao Ling's expectations.

Not just Bibi Dong, but herself as well, and perhaps even others. That made her look forward to it all the more.

The several healing-type Soul Masters hired by the Great Soul Arena spent hours treating Yu Xiaogang before most of his injuries were finally healed. The rest would require slow recuperation.

When Yu Xiaogang slowly regained consciousness, he instinctively checked for the silk handkerchief he had been clutching. Finding his hand empty, he immediately felt that he had let Bibi Dong down.

That angelically beautiful young woman had clearly given him that silk handkerchief, yet because he had fainted, he had failed to protect her gift. How could he explain himself to her?

Damn it! Which sneaky bastard had blindsided me while I wasn't paying attention and stolen the handkerchief that beauty gave me? Damn it! Who was it?!

Anger now rose in Yu Xiaogang's heart, and he wished he could tear the sneaky bastard who had stolen his handkerchief apart with his bare hands.

He wanted to ask the onlookers who had ambushed him, but no one paid him any attention. Seeing that he was awake, the Great Soul Arena's manager waved for someone to carry him away to recuperate.

He was a direct descendant of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, one of the Upper Three Sects. Even if his terribly mediocre aptitude left him out of favor with his clan, the consequences would be unthinkable if anything happened to him inside the Great Soul Arena.

Just as Yu Xiaogang was being carried away, he spotted that lovely figure in the VIP seats occupied by Spirit Hall's people, and immediately felt himself melting.

What a beautiful, gentle woman. He felt happy just looking at Bibi Dong like this.

For some reason, from the very first moment he saw Bibi Dong, he had felt that he had to grow old with this woman. Before this, he had never felt that way about any woman.

He thought that perhaps this was love. Once the feeling came, there was no stopping it. However, having just lost the silk handkerchief she had given him, he felt a little too ashamed to face her.

So he made up his mind: once his injuries healed, he would definitely go and apologize to her. Otherwise, if he missed his chance with this beauty, he would never forgive himself.

Meanwhile, Yu Xiaogang's gaze made Bibi Dong's hair stand on end. Was... was there something wrong with this man?

I nearly smashed him to death with a chair just now. Shouldn't his eyes be filled with hatred and venom when he looks at me?

Why does the way he looks at me seem so tender and affectionate? Disgusting. That look is so disgusting.

Bibi Dong hurriedly turned her head away, unwilling to look at Yu Xiaogang as he was carried off. She felt that if she kept meeting his eyes, she would be unable to stop herself from grabbing a stool and smashing it down on his head again.

Watching the stunning young woman turn her head elsewhere, not daring to meet his eyes, Yu Xiaogang merely assumed she was shy and afraid to look at him. He believed that the young woman also held affection for him.

His eyes brimmed with endless tenderness as he looked at Bibi Dong. I, Yu Xiaogang, will definitely pursue this girl. No matter how many difficulties I have to overcome, no matter how great a price I have to pay, I won't hesitate.

Even if Father refuses to let me marry her, I will never give up. Even if I'm expelled from the clan, I absolutely won't let her down.

At that moment, he had even decided what to name his future children with this stunning young woman...

In the end, Yu Xiaogang was carried away. His naked, utterly undisguised, burning gaze left Bibi Dong with the urge to keep beating him.

She simply could not understand. Was this fellow an idiot? How could he not realize that I was the one who had beaten him nearly to death?

She took several deep breaths and turned to Chrysanthemum Douluo. "Elder Ju, how is everyone's registration coming along? How long until it's our turn?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo glanced back at a subordinate, who brought over the match schedule. After handing Bibi Dong her schedule, he addressed everyone solemnly.

"Today is our first day in Suotuo City, so our main focus will be learning about the fighters' strength. Starting tomorrow, you can enter the ring.

"I must remind you beforehand that Soul Fighting Arena matches fall into three categories. The first is sparring, which only permits an exchange of skills. The second is deathmatches, which can be used to settle irreconcilable disputes.

"The final category is wager matches. With the Great Soul Arena acting as referee, both sides send out an equal number of Soul Masters to compete, and the eventual winner receives everything stipulated in the wager."

Chrysanthemum Douluo paused and took out several kinds of badges to show everyone.

"Soul Fighting badges come in eight grades: the Iron Soul Badge, Bronze Soul Fighting Badge, Silver Soul Badge, Gold Soul Fighting Badge, Purple Gold Soul Fighting Badge, Sapphire Soul Fighting Badge, Ruby Soul Fighting Badge, and Diamond Soul Fighting Badge.

"At your current age and strength, it would already be remarkable to hack your way through the thorns and brambles and obtain a Silver Douluo Badge. If you can obtain a Gold Douluo Badge, even His Holiness the Pope would probably be delighted."

After hearing Chrysanthemum Douluo's explanation, everyone from Spirit Hall nodded. Lofty ambition blazed in Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes.

"A Gold Douluo Badge, hmph... Perhaps that would be a rare achievement for others, but for me, a Gold Douluo Badge is only the beginning."

Chrysanthemum Douluo was not surprised by Bibi Dong's determination. After all, she was His Holiness the Pope's prized disciple and possessed the gift of twin Martial Souls, a rarity like phoenix feathers and qilin horns even throughout Spirit Hall's history. Becoming pope was only a matter of time.

Alongside Bibi Dong's high spirits, the other outstanding young members of Spirit Hall were equally confident.

They had all been painstakingly trained by Spirit Hall. To them, those ring competitors from who knew which academy in some forgotten corner were nothing special.

Chapter 17: Damage transfer

That evening, Zhao Ling and Ah Yin had just left the Great Soul Arena, both so hungry their bellies practically clung to their backbones. They hurriedly found a restaurant to get some dinner.

Unexpectedly, they had barely entered before Bibi Dong and Chrysanthemum Douluo followed with a group of Spirit Hall's outstanding young members and sat at the next table.

Perhaps sensing the terrifying presence of a Titled Douluo emanating from Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ah Yin stiffened all over, terrified that he would see through her.

If a Titled Douluo discovered her identity, she hardly needed to think to know what fate awaited her.

Seeing Ah Yin's nervousness, Zhao Ling gently raised his hand and patted her delicate hand, reassuring her.

"Don't be nervous. I've used a secret art on you. Even if that fellow is a Titled Douluo, he can forget about seeing through it."

Naturally, Ah Yin did not understand why Zhao Ling was so confident that the secret art he had used on her would prevent even a Titled Douluo from seeing through her. But recalling the miraculous things that had happened to him, she chose to believe him and relaxed a little.

After more than an hour, all the dishes finally arrived. Ah Yin and Zhao Ling began feasting heartily, much to Bibi Dong's displeasure.

Why does this woman named Ah Yin get to eat at the same table as Zhao Ling? Why doesn't Zhao Ling invite me to eat with him? I'm clearly no less beautiful than she is...

Of course, she only grumbled inwardly. She would not actually run over and join Zhao Ling for dinner, since she had quite a few companions beside her.

Right now, she only wanted to learn from Zhao Ling exactly what tragic experiences she had suffered. She did not want that tragedy to repeat itself.

However, she could not find an excuse to strike up a conversation. She could hardly just walk up and ask Zhao Ling what would happen to her in the future. Would that not expose the fact that she possessed a diary copy?

The inscrutable look Bibi Dong directed at the pair made Chrysanthemum Douluo beside her frown.

What is going on? Earlier, the young lady took a silk handkerchief to wipe the blood from that good-for-nothing Yu Xiaogang's mouth, only to smash him into serious injury with a chair a few minutes later.

Now she seems to have set her sights on two strangers eating at the next table. Is she going to fly into another rage and give them a vicious beating?

The young lady was never this violent before. How has she become so violent less than a day after arriving in Suotuo City? Could that fellow Yu Xiaogang and these two at the next table have a grudge with her?

"Y-young lady... please stay calm. This isn't Spirit City, after all..." Chrysanthemum Douluo reminded Bibi Dong tentatively.

"Stay calm about what?" Bibi Dong looked startled. I don't seem to be planning to do anything. Why should I calm down?

"You've been staring at those two at the next table. Isn't it because you want to make trouble for them?" Chrysanthemum Douluo was also taken aback and asked another question.

Make trouble for those two at the next table? Bibi Dong swept an odd look over the others from Spirit Hall. "Is that what you think too?"

The others nodded slightly as well, agreeing with Chrysanthemum Douluo. After all, Bibi Dong had always appeared gentle, kind, and approachable to everyone in Spirit Hall.

Especially during her years studying at Spirit Hall's Advanced Soul Master Academy, the way Bibi Dong always made people feel as though they were basking in a spring breeze had long become deeply ingrained in their hearts. Yet today she had suddenly lashed out and injured someone, utterly overturning the perfect image they had of her.

Bibi Dong rolled her eyes. Fine, it looks like they've misunderstood me. But it doesn't matter. Let them misunderstand all they like.

In any case, she had already decided that from now on, every time she saw that fellow Yu Xiaogang, she would beat him. If she did not teach a scumbag like that a harsh lesson, she would be letting down the version of herself in the diary.

As for killing Yu Xiaogang, she thought it over and abandoned the idea.

With her current strength and status, killing that fellow Yu Xiaogang would be even easier than crushing an ant.

But how boring would it be once he was dead? She ought to keep him around and thrash him every few days until even his mother would not recognize him.

Besides, that fellow seemed to have had an infatuated look in his eyes from the very first moment he saw her. Since the diary said he had seduced her, abandoned her, and then fallen in love with his female cousin...

Then she ought to take revenge on him through even harsher means. She would make him fall for her, make him taste every bitterness of love, and let him experience what it meant to love someone he could never have.

At that thought, a gleam of satisfaction at revenge flashed through Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes, with even a trace of madness within it.

Meanwhile, Zhao Ling noticed this as he feasted at the neighboring table. His head filled with question marks, and he summoned the diary panel, venting his thoughts into it.

[Huh? What exactly happened to Bibi Dong? Why is she different from her characterization in the original?]

[Will she and Yu Xiaogang still fall in love? If they don't, then Bibi Dong probably won't fall out with Qian Xunji over this in the future, right?]

[Without that falling-out, she'll peacefully remain Spirit Hall's Holy Maiden, and eventually even its pope.]

[Then Qian Xunji won't imprison her in a secret chamber to force her to stay, or even despicably violate her body.]

[Perhaps this is a good outcome for Bibi Dong. Without experiencing that incident, she'll certainly retain her innocence and kindness. After becoming pope, she won't be as ruthless and unscrupulous as she was in the original.]

[This is wonderful. Isn't my dear big sister the pope being beautiful all on her own hundreds or thousands of times better than falling for that useless Yu Xiaogang?]

[The only thing I find regrettable is that, without Qian Xunji defiling Bibi Dong, Qian Renxue probably won't appear in this world, and Bibi Dong won't have her as a daughter.]

[Just like that, Spirit Hall's three beauties have lost one of their number. It still feels rather regrettable...]