Writing a diary in Douluo, Bibi Dong went crazy

After verifying their identities, one of the receptionists spoke coldly.

"Would you like a double suite? A double suite costs five Silver Soul Coins per night."

A double suite? Staying with Ah Yin? Honestly, he really wanted to...

But... Zhao Ling glanced back at Ah Yin and hurriedly shook his head like a rattle drum. "Two single suites, please. Sorry for the trouble."

Zhao Ling knew very well that he and Ah Yin had only just met, after all, and their relationship had not reached that stage. Even if the receptionist actually booked them a double suite, they might not dare sleep together.

Admittedly, he coveted Ah Yin, but he knew very well that he absolutely could not rush this.

He understood even better that he lacked the charm to make a beauty like Ah Yin fall in love at first sight. If he upset her and she turned around and left, his losses would outweigh his gains.

Ah Yin naturally understood what Zhao Ling was thinking, and she could not help secretly rejoicing.

This fellow was clearly drooling over me, yet he restrained his desire and chose two single rooms. That showed how much he respected me. It seemed I hadn't misjudged him.

Mocking smiles appeared on the receptionists' lips. At least this man had some self-awareness. The gap between them was so obvious that if this fellow dared share a double bed with such a beautiful woman, it would certainly be a sin.

Just then, a commotion came from the entrance, and more than a dozen people walked in, led by none other than Chrysanthemum Douluo and Bibi Dong. Meeting again, both parties froze briefly.

Zhao Ling wore a peculiar expression as he asked Bibi Dong and Yue Guan tentatively, "Miss Dong'er, Chrysanthemum Douluo, are you staying at this hotel too?"

Bibi Dong nodded noncommittally. "Yes. After arriving in Suotuo City this morning, I chose this hotel. I felt its decor suited my tastes very well. Are you staying here too?"

Uh... Zhao Ling did not know whether to say he was fated to meet these people from Spirit Hall or that he and Bibi Dong shared a meeting of hearts.

"Since we're all staying at this hotel, that counts as a bit of fate. That's good. Perhaps we can look out for one another."

Zhao Ling smiled amiably at everyone from Spirit Hall. When he saw the receptionist handing over the room keys and Soul Master Handbook, he took them.

Seeing the yellowed Soul Master Handbook in Zhao Ling's hand, Yue Guan, who had been curious about his strength all along, hurried closer for a look.

When he saw the Soul Master level recorded there, Yue Guan's face filled with disbelief. What kind of joke was this? This fellow wasn't even a level-twenty Soul Grandmaster? Anyone who believed that was a fucking idiot.

Zhao Ling noticed Yue Guan's curiosity too. Casually stuffing the Soul Master Handbook into his pocket, he explained, "This is the first Soul Master Handbook I received after becoming a Soul Master. I've never gone to a Spirit Hall Branch to update it."

Hearing this, the receptionist immediately rolled her eyes and muttered inwardly, Like hell I'd believe you. Trash was trash. Who reached a high level without going to Spirit Hall to update their Soul Master Handbook?

After all, the higher the level recorded in a Soul Master Handbook, the more money one could receive from Spirit Hall each month. Who would turn down money?

Yue Guan, however, looked enlightened. "It seems you've been cultivating bitterly in the mountains and forests all this time? To think you could endure such solitude. You have my utmost admiration. May I ask how strong you are now?"

The corners of Zhao Ling's mouth lifted slightly, his face full of amusement. "Chrysanthemum Douluo, isn't it a little improper to ask someone's strength so openly? If you're so eager to know, why not test it yourself?"

Yue Guan's expression immediately turned solemn, and he nodded. "Good. That was precisely my intention."

A phantom of his Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum martial soul appeared behind him. Two yellow, two purple, and five black Soul Rings slowly rose from the ground beneath his feet. His imposing presence surged, and terrifying pressure bore down on Zhao Ling without restraint.

Everyone else present could not help turning deathly pale, even though the presence Yue Guan released as a Titled Douluo was not directed at them.

Yet that terrifying sense of oppression still made everyone except Zhao Ling and Ah Yin involuntarily bend their bodies and knees.

The receptionists' expressions changed drastically, one after another. What was happening?

Nine Soul Rings!!! D-didn't that mean a Titled Douluo expert? This fellow whose gender they could not even tell was actually a Titled Douluo???

Chapter 21: Was he not worthy?

Faced with the terrifying presence Yue Guan released, Zhao Ling acted as though nothing were happening. Under his protection, even Ah Yin felt little pressure.

He smiled at Yue Guan and said calmly, "Chrysanthemum Douluo, Miss Dong'er, if there's nothing else, we'll go rest."

With that, he and Ah Yin strode away, leaving Spirit Hall's outstanding talents exchanging looks.

Yue Guan's expression was utterly grave. To respond so easily under his pressure meant this man was undoubtedly a Titled Douluo too, and his strength might well be no weaker than Yue Guan's.

Such an existence, who had never made a name for himself on the continent, was actually a Titled Douluo. Which faction did he come from? The Clear Sky Sect? The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect? Or the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?

If he did not belong to the Upper Three Sects, could he be from the Star Luo Empire, or even the mysterious Sea God Island overseas?

For a moment, Yue Guan considered many possibilities and sank into thought. The Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum martial soul behind him gradually dissipated, and the Titled Douluo presence he had been releasing also receded.

The hotel receptionists were stunned too. They had never expected to see a Titled Douluo expert today, and possibly more than one.

That seemingly unknown man holding a low-level Soul Master Certificate might actually be a Titled Douluo. Otherwise, he could never have ignored a Titled Douluo's pressure.

Remembering how rudely they had spoken to that man, the receptionists all felt chills down their backs and fell silent as winter cicadas.

Fortunately, he had not held it against them. Otherwise, even remaining alive now might have been an extravagant hope.

"Elder Ju, what do you think of him?" Bibi Dong looked at Yue Guan curiously and asked in a probing tone.

"I can't see through him. He's very strong, no weaker than I am. Perhaps even His Holiness the Pope might not be able to defeat him."

After pondering for a long while, Yue Guan gave an answer that left Spirit Hall's outstanding talents dumbstruck. Stronger than His Holiness the Pope? How terrifying would that strength be? They could not imagine it.

Bibi Dong said little. From the diary, she knew Zhao Ling's strength was definitely at the Titled Douluo level, but she had no idea how powerful he actually was in combat.

Since Elder Ju said he was stronger than His Holiness the Pope, she had every reason to get close to him. After all, in the future, her teacher might very well lay hands on her just as the diary described.

Even if she did not date that fellow named Yu Xiaogang, as long as she fell in love with a man her beast of a teacher disapproved of, she might still be unable to escape his demonic clutches.

To avoid the fate of being defiled by her beast of a teacher, she needed to find a backer. That backer certainly could not be too weak; at the very least, he had to be stronger than her beast of a teacher.

So she decided that when she had the opportunity, she would definitely get close to Zhao Ling. In any case, that fellow had coveted her body for a long time, and she did not dislike him either...

Unexpectedly, after Chrysanthemum Douluo tested Zhao Ling's strength, the hotel staff came to fawn over him seven or eight times that night, introducing everything the hotel did and did not have countless times.

Even young, pretty receptionists came outside Zhao Ling's room, desperately hinting that they could provide extra services.

Zhao Ling drove them away without a second thought. What a joke. Ah Yin was staying next door. He could not fool around.

The following day, after washing up, Zhao Ling went to Ah Yin's room next door and knocked several times.

"Ah Yin, are you awake? Time to get up for breakfast. The staff said breakfast is served in the second-floor restaurant."

Ah Yin's languid voice came from inside. "Mm, I'm up. Wait a moment. I'll be right out."

But "wait a moment" meant two different things to men and women. Zhao Ling waited nearly an entire hour before Ah Yin finally emerged.

Perhaps Ah Yin had slept very soundly last night, for she looked radiant as she emerged. She had also applied exquisite makeup, making her even prettier than usual. The sight left a certain someone refreshed in heart and spirit, though he did not show much of it.

Ah Yin was very satisfied with Zhao Ling's reaction. When she had seen Bibi Dong yesterday, the other woman's beauty had indeed thoroughly stunned her.

No wonder Zhao Ling could never forget her. She truly possessed a beauty that could topple a nation, even surpassing Ah Yin slightly. Unwilling to admit defeat, Ah Yin had deliberately risen early today to carefully apply exquisite makeup.

Today, no matter what, she would outshine Bibi Dong before Zhao Ling. When two beauties met, the uglier one was embarrassed. She had no intention of admitting defeat.

"Zhao Ling, do I look pretty today?" Ah Yin raised her willow-leaf brows, a gentle, charming smile appearing on her face.

"Yes, pretty. Incredibly pretty." Zhao Ling nodded without hesitation. Drool involuntarily threatened to spill from his lips, but he forcibly held it back. He hurriedly summoned the Diary Panel and wrote his comments on it.

[Wow, what's gotten into Ah Yin today? She was already incredibly beautiful, yet she deliberately put on exquisite makeup, making her even more stunning and captivating. She struck me straight in the heart.]

[Strange. I remember Ah Yin barely wearing any makeup these past few days. With looks that beat most women even bare-faced, does she need makeup?]

[Or could it be, hehe... a woman adorns herself for the one who admires her. Did Ah Yin put on makeup especially for me? Possible, very possible... Oh, such affection is hard to refuse, hard to refuse. Hehe.]

[I wonder how Tang Hao would feel if he knew his future wife had applied such exquisite makeup to please me. Perhaps he'd turn into the Green Giant?]

[What a pity, such a pity. Tang Hao won't know any of this. Otherwise, it would be even more entertaining.]

[Oh dear, I suddenly feel so wicked...]

After finishing his comments, Zhao Ling clicked upload. As soon as it succeeded, he received a diary rating of C and a Fifty Thousand Year Soul Ring for his second martial soul as his reward.

Damn. Zhao Ling immediately felt dissatisfied. What was this system playing at? This was the first Soul Ring his second martial soul had received. How could this system have the nerve to offer anything less than a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring?

Even most of the Soul Rings for the original protagonist Tang San's second martial soul were over a hundred thousand years old. Why wasn't this system giving him Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings? Was he not worthy?

Just as Zhao Ling was feeling displeased, a passage appeared on the illusory panel before him.

[Host, do not feel aggrieved. All Soul Rings bestowed by this system are growth-type Soul Rings. Reaching a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring is only a matter of time. Even having them all grow into Million-Year Soul Rings is not impossible.]

Uh... Reading the system's reassuring words, Zhao Ling's lips twitched. Imagining all the Soul Rings on his second martial soul growing to their utmost potential in the future, every one a glittering golden god-level Soul Ring, he felt that sight could practically blind his damned eyes.

Chapter 22: Yu Xiaogang came to demand an explanation?

Fine. Since the system had explained it that way, continuing to make unreasonable demands seemed pointless. Forget it. He wouldn't stoop to arguing with this damned system.

Zhao Ling looked at Ah Yin's exquisitely made-up face and spoke softly.

"Let's go have breakfast. After breakfast, we'll head back to the Great Soul Arena to watch the show."

"Mm, whatever you say." Ah Yin nodded slightly and followed Zhao Ling toward the second-floor restaurant.

Seeing another update notification on Zhao Ling's Diary Copy before her, she used her thoughts to flip through it and read the latest entries.

After skimming the latest entries, Ah Yin shot Zhao Ling a displeased glance, reached her right hand to his waist, and pinched and twisted hard.

Although Zhao Ling was already a Titled Douluo-level expert, having the soft flesh of his waist suddenly pinched and twisted a full 180 degrees while completely unguarded still hurt enough to make him suck in a cold breath.

He turned to Ah Yin in confusion, only to see her glaring at him irritably.

Zhao Ling was utterly bewildered. W-what was wrong with this girl? Why had she suddenly twisted the flesh at his waist?

And her eyes were full of displeasure as she looked at him now. She even snorted coldly. What did that mean? Had he offended her just now?

Was she angry because he'd been distracted while making comments on the Diary Panel instead of looking at her exquisitely beautiful face?

After all, she'd applied such exquisite makeup for him, yet he'd let his mind wander in front of her. It seemed reasonable that she would be angry with him over that.

Thinking this, Zhao Ling hurriedly turned his gaze to Ah Yin's lovely face, his attention utterly focused.

Unexpectedly, when Ah Yin sensed his gaze, she glared at him irritably. "What are you staring at? Can't you watch where you're going? Is there something strange on my face?"

Uh... This time, Zhao Ling shook his head helplessly. Ah, a woman's heart was a needle at the bottom of the sea. He couldn't fathom it.

What he did not know was that Ah Yin had suddenly become angry simply because this fellow had once again, yet again, and again commented in his diary about her exquisite makeup.

If that woman named Bibi Dong saw this, she would probably spend quite some time applying makeup too.

When they met later, if Ah Yin's looks failed to surpass hers, would all the time she had spent on her makeup not have been wasted?

Couldn't this fellow Zhao Ling stop making random comments in that diary? He should properly admire the lovely face she'd painstakingly made up for him. How infuriating.

Meanwhile, in room 316 on the third floor, Bibi Dong suddenly saw an update notification on the illusory diary before her and hurriedly began reading too.

Already exceptionally beautiful, she had intended to simply wash up, go down to the second floor for breakfast, then lead Spirit Hall's outstanding talents to the Great Soul Arena.

But when she suddenly read that the beautiful woman named Ah Yin had applied incredibly beautiful makeup today, she knew the other woman had started competing with her.

After all, the diary also said Ah Yin rarely wore makeup, yet she had suddenly applied such exquisite makeup today. She must have been provoked when she saw Bibi Dong yesterday, which was why she was competing with her.

A teasing smile appeared at the corners of Bibi Dong's mouth. Want to compete? No problem. Then let's begin.

My natural beauty was too great to neglect, and my looks were already a little better than yours. You knew how to apply makeup, but did you think I didn't?

Thus, Bibi Dong, who had been eager to go to the second floor for breakfast, sat at the dressing table and leisurely began applying makeup with her tools. Even when Chrysanthemum Douluo came to call her several times, she brushed him off.

After breakfast, Zhao Ling and Ah Yin went straight to the Great Soul Arena, bought tickets, and entered.

What he did not see was a pale-faced young man, fifteen or sixteen years old, with ordinary features but a distinctive bearing, sitting by the busy main entrance of the Great Soul Arena. This was none other than the young Yu Xiaogang.

After being brutally beaten by Bibi Dong yesterday, he had received treatment from a healing-type Soul Master hired by the Great Soul Arena, and his injuries had mostly recovered.

Of course, complete recovery would require several days of quiet recuperation, but he did not want to lie in bed and rest. He only wanted to see Bibi Dong.

From his very first glimpse of Bibi Dong yesterday, he had felt himself falling for her. After being carried away, his eyes and mind had been filled with her graceful figure, as though he had been bewitched. He felt himself falling uncontrollably in love with her.

He had never experienced this feeling before. Now, he wanted to see Bibi Dong every moment of every day. He wanted to apologize to her. She had given him such an exquisite, fragrant silk handkerchief, yet he had actually lost it.

He felt he had committed an unforgivable crime. Even if he had to drag his injured body to the Great Soul Arena, he had to obtain Bibi Dong's forgiveness, or he could not forgive himself.

Besides that, he wanted to investigate who had snatched away the silk handkerchief that peerlessly beautiful young woman had given him as a token of love. He would make that person pay more than they could bear. A vicious gleam flashed in his eyes.

In fact, yesterday he had already asked the Great Soul Arena's staff which sneaky bastard had ambushed him.

Almost all of them pointed to the beautiful young woman who had used a silk handkerchief to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. Yu Xiaogang immediately rebuked the staff for their "absurd" claims.

Impossible, absolutely impossible. How could such a beautiful, captivating woman, gentle as water, be the culprit who had brutally beaten him?

What a joke! Jealousy. This was definitely their naked jealousy. They were jealous that he'd won that beautiful young woman's favor, that she'd personally wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

To turn him and that beautiful young woman against each other, to steal her away from his side, those shameless wretches would stop at nothing, telling blatant lies with their eyes wide open.

With his "clever," "wise" mind, how could he fail to understand the whole chain of events? How could he let those fellows with ulterior motives lead him around in circles?

Those fellows with ulterior motives could forget about ruining his relationship with that beautiful young woman. He would never allow it.

Just then, Bibi Dong, wearing exquisite makeup, and Chrysanthemum Douluo finally arrived with Spirit Hall's outstanding talents in tow.

Seeing that peerlessly magnificent figure who set his heart racing, Yu Xiaogang immediately grew excited. He realized that Bibi Dong was even more stunning and captivating today than yesterday, beautiful beyond description, and his heart involuntarily began pounding violently.