Huliena was now completely convinced by Su Chen's strength. She quickly ran over and grabbed Su Chen's arm, asking:
"Su Chen, what kind of soul skill did you invent? This is insanely powerful!"
Her coquettish eyes blinked invitingly, as if saying, "Can you teach me?"
Su Chen felt the softness of her arm and suddenly became a bit uncomfortable.
"Well… my soul skill is a bit special to cultivate. Even if I teach you, you probably won't be able to unleash much power anytime soon. You should focus on cultivating your soul power first."
"Of course, I'll teach you when I have time."
What cadre can resist such temptation?
Teach!Absolutely teach!
The Wind God Leg, Heaven Frost Fist, Cloud-Sweeping Palm skills are indeed powerful, but without decades of experience, no one can match Su Chen's level.
If someone spent decades training, they could also achieve some accomplishment in soul power.
So what's strong is not the martial arts, what's strong is—the cheat code!!!
Of course.
Su Chen had to admit, it's pretty flexible.
At this, Feyan Yan calmed down. He no longer showed disgust toward Su Chen, even with Huliena clinging to Su Chen's arm.
"You're strong!"
"But I won't give up. One day I will advance to the title Douluo. Then I will definitely defeat you and take Nana back."
He clenched his fist tightly, as if he truly believed that once he became a title Douluo, he could beat Su Chen.
Su Chen looked at Yan with a satisfied expression and said seriously:
"Women will only slow down your cultivation speed. Without women in your heart, your cultivation will naturally be divine."
"Keep it up!"
At that moment, Xie Yue walked over and asked:
"Su Chen, if you're this strong, surely your soul power isn't only level fifteen, right?"
"Is your Martial Soul really a chicken?"
For a moment,
everyone's eyes in the arena were fixed on Su Chen, filled with anticipation.
"Come on, show us your chicken Martial Soul!"
Su Chen was stunned, looked at Xie Yue strangely, then released his Martial Soul.
In an instant,
a gigantic Kunpeng appeared behind Su Chen. The surrounding sky and earth darkened at once; it was fair to say it blocked the sky and shaded the sun. Several people's expressions froze in disbelief.
"What rank is that Martial Soul?"
"How could it be so huge? Even its normal form is much bigger than the seventh soul skill Martial Soul true form of a normal person…"
"I feel like it already has the effect of a Martial Soul true form?"
"It really is a level sixteen soul master, but… the first soul ring is already purple."
Listening to their words, Su Chen couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed inside. Originally it was yellow, wasn't it? Didn't the system boost it by a thousand years last night?
"My original Martial Soul was a chicken, but the day before yesterday it mutated into an ancient Kunpeng."
"You probably haven't heard of Kunpeng, but no worries! Just remember, chicken is Kun, Kun is chicken."
They all nodded thoughtfully, noted it down, then took a simple bite to eat and resumed their journey.
On the carriage,
Huliena became even more proactive and bold, blatantly pressing close to Su Chen, making him too nervous to move.
The reason was simple.
She was originally here to win Su Chen over. Now that Su Chen was so strong and so handsome, Huliena declared:
"For the Martial Soul Hall, I must devote myself!"
"Long live the Martial Soul Hall!"
Yan watched enviously from the side. After getting beaten up this morning, he became obedient. His eyes showed nothing but envy, and his anger had faded.
Su Chen was restless, smelling the girl's unique fragrance and feeling the softness of her body—it was torture!
Damn it.
He was just eighteen, full of youthful vigor, and last night had just practiced the Nine Yang Divine Skill. His Yang energy was practically standing at attention.
Forget it.
Start writing the diary to distract myself.
[Today is another day full of vitality!]
[Yesterday I said Yan is a simp, because Huliena kept jumping around in front of me. Early this morning, I beat Yan up, and now that guy's obedient. But Huliena isn't.]
[That little fox was already a groupie, but after seeing my strength today, she probably won't look at other men anymore.]
[Ha! Women, I have to admit, you have much better taste than your teacher, Bibi Dong.]
Huliena pretended to sleep, leaning on Su Chen's shoulder. Seeing the diary content now, her cheeks flushed and she smiled.
See!
Of course, I have better taste than my teacher.
At the Martial Soul Hall,
a sleepless Bibi Dong saw the diary copy's content and smiled.
That's good, Nana will be happy.
However,
that smile lasted only a few seconds before Bibi Dong's entire face turned pale.
[Hey? This diary is weird. The theme is all about Bibi Dong! Good grief! Am I writing a diary or a biography?]
[Whatever. No matter the theme, as long as the rewards are good, I can even write fan fiction and still keep my dignity.]
[Today let's write about the legendary Pope of Douluo Continent, Bibi Dong's life!]
Bibi Dong looked at the diary content, her face drained of blood. As she expected, Qian Renxue was still wielding the butcher knife toward her.
That stupid woman!
At this point, don't you know how big the side effect of the "lucky spectator" is? And you wasted it on me.
Why don't you ask Xiao Biesan if it's not better?
Bibi Dong rubbed her forehead. At this point, she could only face everything calmly.
She also realized something: after possessing the diary copy, she was no longer controlled by the evil thoughts of the Rakshasa God, and she was not so extreme anymore.
At the Crown Prince Mansion,
also sleepless, Qian Renxue sat straight up in bed after seeing the diary content.
...Thinking she might lose control of her emotions, Qian Renxue went to the window and shouted:
"Grandpa Cixue, I'm feeling unwell today. Send someone to cancel all my appointments and don't let anyone disturb me."
After that,
Qian Renxue left the room and opened a secret chamber in a side room.
Inside the secret chamber was pitch black.
Qian Renxue wasn't a secret chamber Douluo; the chamber wasn't for imprisoning anyone—it was where she vented her sorrow and cried.
On countless nights when she felt she couldn't hold on, she would scream and cry here until all the suppressed emotions were completely released.
If Bibi Dong's life had happy moments, then Qian Renxue's life was a tragedy from start to finish.
Meanwhile,
Huliena sat up straight, eager to learn more about her teacher Bibi Dong's life.
At the same time,
the women who had the diary copies were equally curious about the legendary Pope of the Martial Soul Hall, Bibi Dong—what kind of life did she really have?
She probably wasn't born cold and noble, right?
(End of Chapter)