Yun Yun: I Admit I Spoke Too Loudly Just Now

"Could it be that I'm actually a character in a storybook?"

An utterly absurd thought rose in Xun'er's mind.

She pinched her thigh, then summoned the Golden Emperor Burning Heaven Flame to burn her Dou Qi.

The real pain and the changes in her surroundings both told her that she was a living, breathing person, not a character from someone else's writing.

"Perhaps it's some secret technique that can pry into and record everything a person does, down to the smallest detail, and even see through their innermost thoughts." Xun'er approached the matter from another angle.

Though she had spent these years in the Xiao Clan, a small family whose strongest member was only a Da Dou Shi, she had always had access to intelligence and ancient texts from the very highest levels of the continent.

Gu Yuan had only wanted her to avoid the clan's fiercest competition while she was unable to cultivate as she fused with the infant flame of the Golden Emperor Burning Heaven Flame. He had not wanted her to become small-minded and lose the breadth of vision an Emperor Clan's young lady ought to have.

She knew the key to breaking through every realm, and she knew that souls had realms of their own, and even methods of cultivation.

For someone with a powerful soul, prying into another person's thoughts was not impossible.

"Could this be a Dou Di opportunity?"

Xun'er put her thoughts aside and read on.

She did not know what had happened after Xiao Yan left the clan's council hall, either.

"There really is something strange about this ring. A soul body is sleeping inside it."

"For it to survive in soul form, this ring must be of a high grade as its vessel. The soul body's Soul Realm when it was alive must have been at least the Spirit Realm."

A faint smile appeared on Xun'er's face. She found that the feeling of prying into someone else's secret was rather pleasant.

Curious about what sort of existence the soul body that had suddenly appeared was, she turned the diary to the next page.

"Hm!?"

"That's it!?"

"How could it end here!?"

Staring at the blank page, Xun'er froze. A moment later, her budding chest began to heave.

She had already taken her pants off-ptui, ptui, ptui.

Her curiosity had been thoroughly roused, yet there was nothing more in the diary.

This was torture. How could the person writing this diary do such a thing?

"If you can't write it properly, then don't write it at all."

"I only ever read storybooks that are already finished. Waiting for what comes next is excruciating."

"How infuriating! So infuriating!"

A dark Qi appeared in Xun'er's beautiful eyes.

Her teeth felt a little itchy, and she wanted to find something to bite.

And she was not the only woman who felt this way.

"That's it?"

"That's it."

"Bastard."

On a mountaintop, Queen Medusa, who had opened the diary's latest entry out of curiosity, sprang to her feet, feeling as though a cat were clawing at her heart.

No one knew that the Snake-People Tribe's Queen Medusa, infamous far and wide for killing as easily as cutting hemp, had a fondness for reading storybooks.

But she always made sure to read ones that were already finished.

To think she had fallen into a trap today and started reading one that was still being written.

"Who on earth wrote this storybook!?"

A smile suddenly bloomed on Medusa's incomparably gorgeous face.

The writer had better not let her find out. She would certainly do something about it!

"Who is it? Who on earth is writing this diary? Can't he write out the important part?"

"I really want to send him a few Poison Pills."

In a boudoir in a private courtyard of the Little Pill Tower, Cao Ying, who had been cultivating her soul power, rolled around on her bed several times.

Her curiosity had been piqued, and as an alchemist, she desperately wanted to know who this mysterious soul body was.

Yet there was nothing more.

If she could not find out, she would not even have the heart to study alchemy the next day.

"This person is really awful."

On the mountain behind Jia Nan Academy's Inner Academy, Zi Yan shattered a large tree with one punch.

She hated people who left things half-said more than anything, and today she had encountered someone who left things half-written.

But she could not even punch the person responsible.

She could punch the diary when it manifested, but her own hands would be the ones that hurt.

"The person writing this diary had better not let me find out who they are!"

The women were all going mad to varying degrees, left dangling by the diary's author, Ye Qingzhou.

But one person was different. Her heart had only sunk, sunk, and sunk.

That person was naturally Yun Yun.

"How could this happen?"

"How could it be like this?"

"Yanran! Ge Ye!"

Yun Yun felt betrayed.

She had sent Ge Ye to accompany Nalan Yanran to break off the engagement because Nalan Yanran had begged her repeatedly, saying that Nalan Jie insisted she marry a good-for-nothing for the sake of his own face.

The future master of the Misty Cloud Sect certainly could not marry a good-for-nothing who might remain at the third stage of Dou Qi all his life. Otherwise, the entire Misty Cloud Sect would lose all face.

But Nalan Yanran had been born and raised in the Nalan Family and nurtured by them. Even Yun Yun's decision to take her as a disciple back then had partly been because she was the Nalan Family's eldest young lady.

So, at first, Yun Yun had planned to wait, then speak to the Nalan Family and resolve the marriage between them and the Xiao Clan when the time was right.

But Xiao Yan had been a good-for-nothing for three years, and Nalan Yanran had worn her down with persistent pleading, so she had finally agreed to intervene.

Her instructions, however, had been for Nalan Yanran to have a proper discussion with the Xiao Clan.

Going to their home to break off an engagement was too much of a slap in the face, and terribly humiliating for the party being rejected.

If they discussed it privately and offered some compensation, she believed the Xiao Clan would agree out of respect for the Misty Cloud Sect.

Yun Yun had never expected the breaking of the engagement back then to have been so "intense."

It was nothing like Ge Ye's account of the Xiao Clan failing to appreciate their kindness, or Nalan Yanran's account of Xiao Yan's arrogance.

They had gone to the clan with great fanfare to break off the engagement, humiliated them in public, and even slapped Qi Gathering Powder in the face of the young man's father, the clan head.

That would make them mortal enemies!

"Foolish." Yun Yun's chest heaved with anger. It was unclear whether she meant Nalan Yanran or herself.

So that was how the Three-Year Agreement had come about.

After reading the diary, she, the Misty Cloud Sect Master, had actually hoped for an instant that Xiao Yan would be the one to win in the end.

"Things have come to this. There's no use dwelling on it."

"Yanran represents the face of the Misty Cloud Sect. She cannot lose the match."

"Xiao Yan's talent for cultivation has already returned, and there's something strange about the ring he carries. A soul body resides in it. He must not be underestimated in the future."

"I have to find a way to mend the relationship between the Misty Cloud Sect and the Xiao Clan."

"If Xiao Yan loses the match later, we can also offer him some compensation."

"Or perhaps..."

Yun Yun wondered whether she should nip the danger in the bud.

Then her attention shifted to the young girl named Xun'er.

She had only just broken through to Dou Zhe, yet she had struck fear into Ge Ye, whose cultivation was at the Da Dou Shi level. How could the Xiao Clan have someone like that?

"She doesn't even take me seriously." Yun Yun tightened her grip on her sword. "The Dou Qi Continent is indeed vast, and the Misty Cloud Sect is nothing much even in the Northwest Continent."

"But I am a Dou Emperor. How could a mere Dou Zhe look down on me?"

A Dou Emperor was not to be insulted!

Just then, the diary notified her that another entry had been added.

"The next part came so quickly?"

Yun Yun immediately opened the diary and read on.

She was quite curious about the mysterious soul body's identity.

Even Pill King Gu He, the Jia Ma Empire's only sixth-tier alchemist, could not survive in soul form.

"Hm!?"

When she saw the new entry, Yun Yun sprang to her feet. Dou Qi surged around her, transforming into Sword Qi that shattered the ornaments nearby.

"This, this... is terrifying!"