Writing a Diary in Douluo, Bibi Dong Went Crazy

After finishing his rant, Zhao Ling uploaded the new content and received an ability called "Damage Transfer."

According to the system panel's explanation, Damage Transfer could transfer all damage inflicted on him, whether by others or himself, to a designated target within a hundred meters. Each use could last up to three minutes, and he could use it no more than three times a day.

This ability seemed rather fun. If he ever went and provoked powerhouses on the level of Qian Xunji or Tang Chen, he could transfer all the damage back to them when he couldn't win, then leave himself wide open for them to hit.

He wondered whether they could actually kill themselves if they attacked with all their strength.

At this thought, an evil smile spread across Zhao Ling's face, sending a chill down the spines of Ah Yin and Bibi Dong, who had been watching him.

Something's wrong with this man. Very wrong. Why was he smiling so wickedly?

Chapter 18: A gift of wine

The instant Zhao Ling clicked to upload his diary, Ah Yin and Bibi Dong saw the illusory diary appear before their eyes almost simultaneously, complete with a bouncing golden exclamation mark.

The diary had updated again and again and again today. The amount of new content today alone was equal to several days' worth of previous updates.

Almost without thinking, both women opened Zhao Ling's Diary Copy with their minds. As they read its contents, Zhao Ling's magnetic voice also sounded in their ears.

However, only each of them could see her own Zhao Ling's Diary Copy and hear the voice pouring into her ears.

While listening to the diary's contents, Ah Yin carefully studied Bibi Dong with her beautiful eyes.

Now that she could observe her at such close range, she had to admit that the other woman's looks did surpass her own by a little.

If she were a man, she would probably fall for her beauty too. No wonder Zhao Ling couldn't forget her.

It was just that her fate was truly too pitiful. Not only had the man she loved fallen for someone else, but after falling out with her teacher, she had been imprisoned in a secret chamber and ultimately lost her chastity to him.

In a sense, Bibi Dong had suffered a double betrayal. The person she loved no longer loved her, and the teacher who doted on her most had become a deranged beast. No wonder she turned to darkness and became a vicious, ruthless woman.

At that moment, Bibi Dong's face turned deathly pale. It felt as though a heavy hammer had struck her head, leaving her skull buzzing.

H-how was that possible? She could understand falling out with her teacher, and she could understand being imprisoned. But the teacher who doted on her most would actually possess her body over this and force her to bear a child.

W-was this still her seemingly kindly, imposing teacher? He was nothing but an animal! How could her teacher become that kind of beast?

Conflicting shadows flickered through Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes. Tears threatened to spill, but she forcibly held them back. Both her parents had died when she was young, and Qian Xunji had taken a liking to her, an orphan, and accepted her as his disciple.

In a sense, Qian Xunji was like a father to her. Yet now someone was telling her that this father figure would one day possess her body and force her to bear a child.

Rage nearly gushed out of her chest. Why? Why would her teacher treat her like this? Even if the version of her in the diary really did fall in love with Yu Xiaogang, so what?

Would falling in love with Yu Xiaogang mean she was no longer a member of Spirit Hall? That she was no longer her teacher's disciple?

Why did he have to use such despicable methods to keep her, when she respected and admired him so much?

Yet her teacher had done something worse than a beast to her. Her teeth ground audibly, and she longed to return to Spirit Hall and confront him face-to-face.

However, she forcibly suppressed the impulse. She knew perfectly well that she absolutely could not act rashly. Not only had the events in the diary not happened yet, making it unrealistic to rush off and confront her teacher.

Even if they had already happened, her current strength would leave her unable to protect herself before him. If she angered her teacher and caused everything to unfold just as it had in the diary, she would be lifting a rock only to smash her own foot.

Hold it in. She had to hold it in. She absolutely couldn't let anyone notice anything unusual. She had to grow stronger quickly.

Bibi Dong, who had originally trusted and revered her teacher so deeply, now felt aversion and disgust toward Qian Xunji.

Perhaps, with the Diary Copy, she understood that Yu Xiaogang was not a suitable partner and would no longer fall in love with him. But she couldn't guarantee that she wouldn't fall in love with someone else in the future.

She was just an ordinary young woman too, and she also yearned for a passionate, earth-shaking romance. When that time came, who knew whether that beast of a teacher would repeat the same trick described in the diary?

If things really did turn out just as the diary said, she feared she would still be unable to escape the fate of being violated by her own teacher.

Beast! That beast had to die! Bibi Dong screamed hysterically inside. Her chest rose and fell continuously, showing just how agitated she was.

All her respect and admiration for Qian Xunji had now vanished, leaving only surging killing intent. All she wanted now was to kill her teacher with her own hands.

The members of Spirit Hall exchanged bewildered looks at the sight. What was wrong with the young lady? Why had her reaction suddenly become so intense? The chilling killing intent in her eyes put even Chrysanthemum Douluo under tremendous pressure.

Chrysanthemum Douluo couldn't understand what had happened either. Why had the young lady become so emotionally unstable since arriving in Suotuo City? Had something upset her?

Meanwhile, Zhao Ling, who had finished eating, unconsciously turned his gaze toward the currently pale-faced Bibi Dong, feeling puzzled.

Huh? Strange. Why did Bibi Dong look so unwell? Had something happened?

He soon shifted his gaze to Chrysanthemum Douluo. Seeing his baby-soft skin, bewitching appearance, and androgynous clothing, he guessed his identity.

This guy must be Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, right? I have to say, he really does look like an Eastern Depot eunuch. Other Eastern Depot eunuchs only became that way after getting cut, but he was born like this. I wonder whether this guy even has that thing.

Zhao Ling indulged in some malicious speculation, his gaze making Chrysanthemum Douluo feel very displeased.

Soon, however, Zhao Ling looked away from him again and turned toward the other outstanding young talents.

But none of these talents had appeared in the original story. They were nothing but unfortunate background extras, so Zhao Ling soon turned his gaze back to Bibi Dong's face.

Since he was eating at the same restaurant as Bibi Dong and the others, this was a perfect chance to get acquainted. His eyes darted around before he clapped his hands and called to a waiter.

"Waiter, ten bottles of good wine, please."

Hearing that Zhao Ling wanted wine, the owner's eyes immediately lit up. He instructed the waiter to run into the storeroom and bring out ten bottles of fine grape wine.

Restaurants often didn't earn much from cooking alone. Drinks, on the other hand, offered considerable room for profit. With ten bottles of fine grape wine ordered at once, how could the earnings be small?

Looking at the ten bottles of fine grape wine the waiter had brought over, Zhao Ling generously pointed toward the Spirit Hall group's table.

"Please send seven bottles to them. Just leave the other three for me."

The Spirit Hall group exchanged puzzled looks. What was going on? Why was someone suddenly giving them wine? Did he know them?

Chrysanthemum Douluo rose from his seat and gave Zhao Ling a slight nod, declining in an even tone.

"Sir, we cannot accept rewards without merit. Please keep this wine for yourselves."

But Zhao Ling replied casually with a smile, "Chrysanthemum Douluo, I merely wish to get acquainted with you people from Spirit Hall. Turning someone down like this isn't very nice, is it?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo's lips parted as wariness surged in his eyes. He was just about to ask why Zhao Ling knew their identities.

But then he remembered showing his Elder Token to the person in charge of the Soul Arena earlier and understood. Evidently, the man before him had seen the Elder Token and guessed his identity...

Chapter 19: Making friends over wine

While Zhao Ling and Yue Guan were speaking, Ah Yin's heart tightened.

So this very effeminate-looking man really was a Titled Douluo, and one whose title was "Chrysanthemum" at that. There seemed to be only one such person in all of Spirit Hall, or even the entire Douluo Continent.

She couldn't help secretly rejoicing. Fortunately, Zhao Ling possessed a secret method to seal Soul Power and presence. Otherwise, the other party would certainly have seen straight through her identity as the Blue Silver Emperor.

Originally, before her Soul Power reached Level 70 or above, she had no choice but to remain cautious, hiding in the small village where she had lived and slowly growing stronger, lest she encounter a Titled Douluo and bring an undeserved calamity upon herself.

But now, with the help of Zhao Ling's secret method, even if she appeared beside a Titled Douluo, they couldn't recognize her identity. This put her at ease.

She silently withdrew her gaze and continued eating at a leisurely pace. After the waiter brought the grape wine and glasses, she considerately poured Zhao Ling a glass and handed it to him.

Zhao Ling accepted without ceremony, casually taking the stemmed glass from Ah Yin. He swirled it briefly, allowing the wine's fragrance to fully release, then raised it toward Chrysanthemum Douluo in a toast.

Chrysanthemum Douluo couldn't figure out who Zhao Ling was or what purpose he had in approaching them, so he instinctively remained extremely wary of him. Even when he saw him offering a toast, he hesitated.

Bibi Dong, on the other hand, couldn't help feeling grateful to Zhao Ling after digesting the crisis she might face in the future.

On the Douluo Continent, chastity was extremely important to women. It was unlike Blue Star, where Zhao Ling had lived in his previous life, where many women lacked self-respect and self-love, casually giving their chastity to others under the fine-sounding name of freedom in love.

At the very least, Bibi Dong felt that her chastity could only be given to her future beloved. As for that beast of a teacher, she planned to settle accounts with him once she was strong enough.

Bibi Dong took a stemmed glass herself, filled it with grape wine, then stood and gestured toward Zhao Ling before tilting her head back and draining the glass in one go. Her bold manner left Chrysanthemum Douluo rather stunned.

"Young lady, why did you take the initiative to drink with him?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo knew that Bibi Dong had never particularly liked drinking. In fact, she had barely touched a drop before.

Yet who knew what had gotten into her today? She had downed that glass of grape wine in an instant. Wasn't she afraid of getting drunk?

Zhao Ling likewise hadn't expected Bibi Dong to suddenly toast him, much less gulp down the fine wine in one go. Did she have to be so bold?

Since she had so decisively finished her glass, if he drank half and left half behind, he might be accused of keeping fish in it. If Bibi Dong looked down on him for it, that would be embarrassing.

So Zhao Ling put on a hearty air and laughed aloud. "Wonderful! Not only is this young lady a beauty who could topple a nation, but she's also so forthright and genuine. I'm Zhao Ling. Might I have the honor of learning your name?"

Hearing Zhao Ling's words, Bibi Dong rolled her eyes, rather speechless.

She wanted to say, I already knew you were Zhao Ling. You sent Zhao Ling's Diary Copy right before my eyes. If I still didn't know who you were, wouldn't that make me look stupid?

However, although the words had reached her lips, she found she couldn't say them at all. She frowned in confusion.

Huh? What was going on? Why couldn't she speak? She tried several more times to say something about the information revealed in the diary, but nothing worked.

It was as though some mysterious force was stopping her from revealing the existence of the Diary Copy.

This made her very uncomfortable. She clearly knew Zhao Ling's secret, yet couldn't speak it aloud. The stifling feeling made her want to go mad.

Seeing Bibi Dong's frustrated expression, Ah Yin burst into laughter.

After all, she had experienced the same thing before. Knowing about the Diary Copy's existence but being unable to speak of it really was depressing.

Zhao Ling watched Bibi Dong's constantly opening and closing mouth in utter confusion, then glanced at Ah Yin. He kept feeling that something was a little off about both women.

After opening and closing her mouth for some time without managing to say a single thing about the diary, Bibi Dong finally gave up and replied tentatively to Zhao Ling.

"You flatter me, sir. My name is Bibi Dong. You may call me Dong'er. May I ask the name of the young lady beside you..."

Ah Yin rose openly and introduced herself, likewise draining the wine in her glass. With that, the two sides had made their initial acquaintance.

After getting acquainted, Bibi Dong wanted to ask directly about some of the diary's contents. But to her utter frustration, she couldn't understand why she became unable to make a single sound whenever she wanted to ask about the diary. It was downright uncanny.

Naturally, Zhao Ling had no idea what Bibi Dong was doing. Seeing her behave as though she were performing a mime, he couldn't help finding it amusing. He hadn't expected the young Bibi Dong to be so mischievous.

Smiling, he emptied his glass in one go, then turned it upside down to show that he had finished the wine.

Over the next hour or so, the two sides made friends over wine and established an initial friendship.

During this time, Chrysanthemum Douluo tried several times to probe the depths of Zhao Ling's strength, but failed each time. To him, Zhao Ling's presence was extremely restrained, making it impossible to easily discern his cultivation realm.

Most importantly, as a Titled Douluo with a Plant-type Martial Soul, his perception was very keen. He instinctively sensed that Zhao Ling posed an enormous threat to him, one that even surpassed His Holiness the Pope.

Yet this was clearly his first time meeting the man, and he had never heard of such a figure on the Douluo Continent before.

Where had this terrifyingly powerful yet unknown expert come from, and what ulterior motives did he have for approaching their group? He had no choice but to take this seriously.

But even after three rounds of wine and five courses of food, by the time Zhao Ling left with Ah Yin, Chrysanthemum Douluo still hadn't discovered which sect he belonged to or what background stood behind him.

After watching Zhao Ling's figure recede into the distance, Chrysanthemum Douluo turned to Bibi Dong. "Young lady, do you think we should inform His Holiness the Pope and the Great Enshrined about the two people we met today?"

Hearing this, Bibi Dong knitted her delicate brows briefly before shaking her head. "Don't tell my teacher for now. Although I don't know his purpose in approaching us, I can instinctively sense that he bears us no ill will.

"Has everyone had enough to eat? If so, let's return to our hotel. Rest well tonight. Starting tomorrow, I hope you'll all give it your best. Don't disappoint my teacher..."

Everyone nodded in agreement. After paying, they headed toward their hotel...

Chapter 20: What a coincidence

After leaving the restaurant, Zhao Ling took Ah Yin around the bustling streets in search of a place to stay. At last, he spotted a hotel with a very pleasing decorative style and walked inside.

Several receptionists who had been chatting saw the two enter and hurriedly smiled, calling in unison, "Welcome! Would you like a room?"

Speechless, Zhao Ling retorted, "Of course we're here to stay at the hotel. If not, would I be here to sing karaoke?"

Naturally, the receptionists didn't know what karaoke meant. They weren't angry either. Instead, after exchanging glances, they asked in an inquiring tone.

"Then please show us your Soul Master Handbooks."

After searching herself for a while, Ah Yin took out a Level 40 Soul Ancestor Soul Master Handbook and handed it to one of the receptionists.

A shocked expression appeared on that receptionist's face, drawing the others over to look. They all immediately sucked in a breath of cold air.

Good heavens... This woman looked only fifteen or sixteen, yet she was already a Soul Ancestor above Level 40. It probably wouldn't be long before she advanced to a Level 50 Soul King. Such talent was downright terrifying.

The next moment, another receptionist accepted a somewhat old sheet of paper. The others also looked over curiously, expecting another incredibly impressive Soul Master Handbook.

Unexpectedly, however, this was merely the first low-level Soul Master Handbook Zhao Ling had obtained from a Spirit Hall Branch after acquiring his first Soul Ring.

Ever since then, he had followed the great path of lying low, remaining secluded deep in the mountains and ancient forests while cultivating furiously.

Even as his strength rose higher and higher, he hadn't gone to a Spirit Hall Branch to update his Soul Power Level.

Now that they saw Zhao Ling produce a low-level Soul Master Handbook, a trace of contempt appeared in the eyes of the previously courteous receptionists.

They had originally thought that, with both of them dressed so well, the man handsome and the woman beautiful enough to topple a nation, they must surely be a young master and young lady from some family, and their levels certainly wouldn't be low.

That was why they hadn't taken Zhao Ling's retort to heart. But now that they saw this man was merely a low-level Soul Master, they couldn't help thinking less of him.

He looked over twenty, didn't he? In his twenties and not even Level 20? Just how useless did someone have to be to reach this point?

What a pity that the breathtakingly beautiful, terrifyingly talented girl behind him had actually chosen to follow such a useless man. It truly was a fresh flower planted in cow dung.