White World — Spirit Hall
"So, you really did have feelings back then."
Bibi Dong crossed her arms and looked at Yu Xiaogang with a teasing smile.
Ever since the Heavenly Curtain began revealing scenes from their past, she had gradually realized something.
The Yu Xiaogang she remembered and the Yu Xiaogang displayed on the Heavenly Curtain were not entirely the same.
At least, one thing was becoming increasingly obvious.
This man had not been as calm and indifferent toward her as he always claimed.
Back then, whenever she had taken the initiative to approach him, he had always acted as though nothing affected him.
His expression remained composed.
His voice remained steady.
His behavior was completely normal.
As a result, Bibi Dong had once doubted herself.
Was she really attractive?
Or had she simply been imagining things?
Now, after watching scene after scene on the Heavenly Curtain, she finally understood the truth.
She had been deceived.
Yu Xiaogang had obviously developed feelings long ago.
He had simply hidden them extremely well.
Seeing Bibi Dong's expression, Yu Xiaogang coughed awkwardly.
"What do you mean?"
"I was just being shy."
Bibi Dong rolled her eyes.
"Shy?"
"That's your excuse?"
Yu Xiaogang nodded seriously.
"Think about it."
"A beautiful girl suddenly approaches a young man every day."
"She talks to him."
"She smiles at him."
"She spends all her time around him."
"What boy wouldn't feel nervous?"
His expression looked so sincere that an outsider might actually believe him.
Unfortunately, Bibi Dong was no longer fooled.
"Hmph."
She placed both hands on her waist.
"Keep making excuses."
"The Heavenly Curtain is showing everything now."
"I'll remember every scene."
"Let's see how long you can keep explaining them away."
Although her words sounded threatening, the corners of her mouth curved upward uncontrollably.
Her mood was clearly excellent.
For many years, she had assumed that Yu Xiaogang fell in love with her much later than she had fallen for him.
Now she discovered that he might have secretly liked her long before she realized her own feelings.
The thought filled her heart with warmth.
It felt as though she had eaten the sweetest candy in the world.
Yu Xiaogang looked away helplessly.
Some battles simply could not be won.
Fortunately, the Heavenly Curtain continued moving forward.
The attention of everyone in Spirit Hall was quickly drawn back to the scene unfolding above.
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The Heavenly Curtain
The process of absorbing the Spirit Bone did not take very long.
After all, the Spirit Bone had already been absorbed once before.
Unlike a fresh Spirit Bone, it could no longer provide a significant increase in spirit power.
However, that did not diminish its value.
The Spirit Bone would still strengthen Lin Lang's body and grant him a powerful Spirit Bone skill.
For Lin Lang, that alone was enough.
His face was filled with excitement.
A ten-thousand-year Spirit Bone.
Many Titled Douluo spent their entire lives without obtaining one.
Yet now he possessed one himself.
Thinking about it, he couldn't help feeling fortunate.
Back when the mission had first been assigned, he had nearly refused.
Fortunately, he hadn't.
Otherwise, such an opportunity would never have fallen into his hands.
Nearby, Yue Guan and Gui Mei watched with unconcealed envy.
Especially Yue Guan.
The Chrysanthemum Douluo stared at the Spirit Bone with longing.
He wanted one badly.
Unfortunately, Spirit Bones were not cabbages growing by the roadside.
Even within Spirit Hall, they were incredibly valuable treasures.
Bibi Dong alone could not casually distribute them.
Yue Guan sighed dramatically.
"It seems I'll have to keep waiting."
He rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
"When Old Ghost and I become Titled Douluo, perhaps His Holiness will reward us."
"After all, our Martial Soul Fusion Technique is quite valuable."
Gui Mei remained silent.
But judging by his expression, he clearly agreed.
Meanwhile, the group continued sorting through the spoils left behind by the Blood Hand organization.
After discovering two Spirit Bones on the leader's body, they had naturally searched the remaining corpses.
Unfortunately, their expectations were too optimistic.
Not a single additional Spirit Bone appeared.
The result wasn't surprising.
Spirit Bones were among the rarest treasures on the continent.
Finding two at once was already extraordinary luck.
The group then shifted their attention to the storage soul tools carried by the Blood Hand members.
Various items were dumped onto the ground.
Clothing.
Weapons.
Gold coins.
Maps.
Letters.
Medicines.
And countless miscellaneous objects.
Normally, such a collection would have attracted considerable interest.
However, after obtaining two ten-thousand-year Spirit Bones, everything else seemed far less exciting.
Compared to Spirit Bones, these items simply couldn't compete.
Yu Xiaogang casually opened another storage soul tool.
The owner had been a Spirit Saint.
A pile of notebooks immediately spilled out.
"Hm?"
Yu Xiaogang picked one up curiously.
After opening it, he quickly realized what it was.
A diary.
Not just one diary.
An entire collection of them.
Apparently, the Spirit Saint had developed the habit of recording his life experiences.
Yue Guan looked surprised.
"A diary?"
"Interesting."
He raised an eyebrow.
"I wouldn't have expected an assassin to keep something like that."
Generally speaking, assassins lived dangerous lives.
Tomorrow was never guaranteed.
Most focused only on surviving the present.
Keeping a diary seemed strangely incompatible with such a lifestyle.
Yu Xiaogang nodded thoughtfully.
"Perhaps becoming an assassin wasn't his original goal."
Without further comment, he began reading.
The more he read, the more interested he became.
The diary wasn't merely a record of daily life.
It was essentially a travel journal.
Years of adventures across the Douluo Continent had been carefully documented within its pages.
The writer described cities, landscapes, people, battles, and countless unusual experiences.
Simply flipping through a few pages was enough to capture Yu Xiaogang's attention completely.
The first entry explained why the diary existed.
The Spirit Saint believed it would be a waste to travel across the continent without preserving those memories.
Therefore, beginning in a small town called Thousand Peaks City, he recorded every notable experience he encountered.
Some entries described his visit to Star Luo City.
Others detailed journeys through the Extreme North.
There were even records of dangerous sea voyages.
For Yu Xiaogang, it was a treasure.
These weren't stories invented by authors.
They were firsthand accounts written by a powerful expert.
Such material could broaden his knowledge immensely.
Without hesitation, he gathered the entire collection into his arms.
He intended to read every volume.
Lin Lang, Yue Guan, and Gui Mei watched his actions but made no attempt to stop him.
None of them were interested.
As Spirit Douluo-level experts, they had traveled extensively themselves.
If they wanted travel stories, they could simply write their own.
Bibi Dong, however, looked intrigued.
"If they're interesting, let me read them afterward."
She enjoyed reading.
Especially books containing unusual stories and adventures.
Yu Xiaogang smiled.
"Of course."
"I'll lend them to you once I'm finished."
Most of the diaries were placed into his storage soul tool.
Only one remained in his hands.
Unable to resist his curiosity, he immediately opened it and began reading.
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