Douluo : People are writing diaries in Douluo

The confrontation naturally caught the attention of Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo. Chrysanthemum Douluo was present, while Ghost Douluo observed from the shadows.

Seeing Zhu Zhuqing's ten-thousand-year fourth spirit ring, Ghost Douluo was stunned—he was determined to make her his disciple. No one could stop him… well, maybe he should consult Su Ming first. But with his expertise in stealth and assassination, surely Zhu Zhuqing and Su Ming wouldn't refuse his guidance?

Furthermore, Zhu Zhuqing couldn't return to Star Luo Empire now; joining Spirit Hall was the best choice to avoid retribution from the empire. In Ghost Douluo's view, Emperor Xue Ye alone wouldn't be able to protect her. However, Su Ming's close connection with the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect added a layer of uncertainty. And if he planned to join Spirit Hall despite that, what was his motive? Was he not worried about clashing with the sect later?

But that wasn't Ghost Douluo's concern. With Zhu Zhuqing's exceptional spirit ring configuration, she was already more than qualified to be his disciple; he just needed to act fast!

Soon enough, the situation calmed down. Yu Xiaogang had Tang San and the others help carry the injured Dai Mubai back to the hotel for treatment. They were once again reminded of Su Ming's frightening strength. Tang San, in particular, noticed Su Ming's eyes turning red as space twisted around Dai Mubai, followed by vines that pierced him instantly. The speed and precision left Tang San feeling heavy-hearted. Even with all their newfound strength, could they ever match Su Ming? Would he have a chance if he added spirit rings to his Clear Sky Hammer?

"Zhuqing, are you alright? Don't worry; if the Star Luo royal family dares to touch your Zhu family… well, then the Star Luo royal family won't need to exist anymore!" Su Ming spoke decisively.

Seeing that Zhu Zhuqing seemed troubled, he wanted to offer more reassurance, but before he could, she suddenly threw herself into his arms.

"Thank you, Su Ming. When I saw my sister earlier, I had so much to ask her, but I couldn't bring myself to say a word," she confessed. "Before my martial spirit awakened, she treated me so well, but once it did, she grew distant… even attempted assassinations. Perhaps it was her doing."

"I just don't understand. She's my sister—why does she act like this? The competition within Star Luo's royal family is so cruel. Losers usually face death. If I could, I'd walk away from it all. I don't care about any throne!" she exclaimed, her voice soft, vulnerable, like a wounded kitten.

Su Ming hadn't expected such an emotional response from Zhu Zhuqing. His simple gesture of reassurance seemed to have won her over completely.

Ghost Douluo, listening from the shadows, wanted to jump in and say, "Swear loyalty to me as your master, and I'll go deal with that emperor myself!" The crowd, sensing the couple's intimate moment, dispersed with a few well-wishes thrown their way.

One passerby even gave Su Ming a thumbs-up and a grin before leaving, causing Su Ming to chuckle inwardly. What a perfect assist.

"Alright, Zhuqing, let's not think too much about it. You've seen my strength—there aren't many on the continent who can match me, as long as it's not a god," Su Ming said, patting her gently on the back.

As they made their way back to the hotel, Su Ming chose to write in his journal rather than rush into training.

Su Ming's Journal

"Today, the finals finally began, and our first opponents were from Canghui Academy. With only three Spirit Elders, Feng and the others were overconfident, assuming victory was in the bag. Little did they know, Canghui Academy had a hidden ace: the Seven Shura Illusion, a seven-man fusion technique with Spirit Emperor-level power, which the four Spirit Elders couldn't withstand."

"I let them face it as a lesson. It's important they learn not to underestimate opponents based solely on spirit rank—there are plenty of cases where the weak prevail over the strong."

"Predictably, they couldn't handle it and called for my help. Though I intended to let them learn the hard way, I didn't want them injured, so I intervened. Canghui Academy's captain wanted to turn us into idiots, so I reflected their attack using Kamui's reverse transmission. All seven of them ended up victims of their own move."

"You know what they say: Heaven may pardon transgressions, but self-inflicted harm has no cure."

The girls, reading along, shook their heads with wry smiles. Canghui Academy's misfortune seemed well-deserved.

"After our match, we encountered Tang San's team. Something felt… off. Dai Mubai's hair had gone half white, and he looked like he'd aged dramatically—essentially, his lifespan's been slashed in half."

"And he wasn't the only one. Oscar and Ma Hongjun showed similar signs, though to a lesser extent. Looks like Tang San has led them down a questionable path. Even he wouldn't dare use these methods himself, yet here they are, diving headfirst into disaster."