The first rays of dawn had yet to reach Wu Tan City.
Xiao Feng was already awake.
Not because he had slept poorly.
He simply…
didn’t need as much sleep anymore.
Since stepping into the Foundation Establishment Realm, exhaustion had almost disappeared.
One night of cultivation was more refreshing than a full night’s rest had ever been.
He slowly opened his eyes.
The Ancient Spirit Gathering Art had never stopped.
Throughout the night, strands of invisible spiritual energy had drifted into his body like countless tiny rivers returning to the sea.
He examined himself.
Compared to last night, his cultivation had barely advanced.
Xiao Feng wasn’t disappointed.
Foundation Establishment wasn’t a realm one crossed in days.
If immortal cultivation were that easy, immortals would be as common as vegetables.
He stood, stretched lazily, and yawned.
“So…
what does today’s reward look like?”
The golden diary appeared inside his sea of consciousness.
A new notification floated before him.
Daily Mission
Write today’s diary.
Reward quality depends on the value of today’s entry.
“Hm.”
“So the better I write, the better the reward.”
He rubbed his chin.
“It really is encouraging me to become a professional diarist.”
For a moment, he considered writing down the location of every Heavenly Flame.
Then immediately rejected the idea.
“Too wasteful.”
“If I reveal everything in ten days, what am I supposed to write afterward?”
Some secrets were worth saving.
Far away…
Inside the Yunlan Sect.
A golden book quietly appeared beside Nalan Yanran’s bed.
She frowned.
Yesterday, she had destroyed three training dummies trying to damage it.
The diary hadn’t even trembled.
She picked it up.
A new page had appeared.
Diary Entry #2
After calming down, I finally accepted reality.
My system is real.
Good.
Because I refuse to spend another seventeen years waiting for a second one.
Today should be quiet.
The famous engagement-breaking ceremony is tomorrow.
History is about to begin.
Sometimes I wonder…
If someone could see the ending of a story before it even started…
Would they still make the same choices?
Probably.
People rarely change because of warnings.
Most only change after experiencing regret.
Nalan Yanran reread the final sentence.
Then silently closed the diary.
“…”
For some reason…
That line bothered her.
Inside the Xiao Clan…
Xun’er also received the update.
Unlike Nalan Yanran, she wasn’t interested in tomorrow’s event.
Her attention remained fixed on something else.
“Seventeen years…”
The diary owner had waited seventeen years for this mysterious treasure.
Meaning…
He had not always possessed this knowledge.
Interesting.
Very interesting.
Deep within the Magic Beast Mountain Range…
A young girl carrying a basket of herbs suddenly stopped walking.
A golden book had appeared in her hands.
She looked around.
No one.
Only birdsong echoed through the forest.
Carefully…
She opened the first page.
“…Diary?”
The Little Fairy Doctor blinked.
Who wrote something like this?
She smiled.
The writer sounded…
Surprisingly normal.
Not some ancient expert.
Not some arrogant genius.
Just…
Someone talking to himself.
For some reason…
She continued reading.
Far away.
Within the Snake-People Palace.
Queen Medusa stared expressionlessly at the diary.
“…”
“…”
“…”
“So.”
She looked toward the empty hall.
“I am now reading another person’s diary.”
No one answered.
She sighed almost imperceptibly.
Her life had become strange.
Back in Wu Tan City…
Xiao Feng had already forgotten about the diary.
Instead…
He was wandering through the market with his hands behind his back.
Not searching for treasure.
Not searching for opportunities.
Just looking around.
A steamed bun caught his attention.
He bought one.
As he walked, he watched the ordinary people beginning another ordinary day.
Merchants opened their shops.
Children chased each other through narrow streets.
Old men argued over the price of vegetables as if it were a life-and-death battle.
Xiao Feng smiled.
Sometimes…
This peaceful scene felt far more precious than any Heavenly Flame.
Because he knew.
One day.
This quiet city would become nothing more than a memory.
The system suddenly spoke.
Reward Granted
Divine Concealment Technique
A torrent of information entered his mind.
Several breaths later…
Xiao Feng’s aura quietly disappeared.
Not weakened.
Not hidden.
It simply…
Ceased to exist.
Unless someone greatly surpassed him in immortal cultivation, nobody would be able to perceive his true realm.
Even if a Dou Zun stood before him…
They would only see exactly what Xiao Feng wanted them to see.
His eyes lit up.
“This…”
“This is actually perfect.”
Strength was useful.
But surviving long enough to use it was even more important.
An immortal cultivator who attracted attention everywhere rarely lived long.
A hidden expert…
Could choose when to reveal his claws.
That suited Xiao Feng much better.
He smiled faintly.
“Good reward.”
Then he continued eating his steamed bun.
Completely unaware…
That four women scattered across the Jia Ma Empire had just finished reading his diary.
And each of them…
Had become just a little more curious about the quiet young man named Xiao Feng.