Chapter 1

The warm spring sun remained refreshingly crisp, a pure delight to savor.

...

Without that person, Qin Ling would likely still be wallowing in misery.

...

"Let’s break up."

"Why?"

"Because I like girls."

A spring breeze swept past. On the narrow path, Qin Ling silently watched her retreating figure.

That woman had been his girlfriend mere minutes ago. Now, they were strangers.

Why? He didn’t understand. But he knew one thing: her reason wasn’t as simple as liking girls.

"Liking girls?" Qin Ling glanced at the bushes in the woods, his lips curling into a bitter smile.

Liking girls? He could’ve given that. His love philosophy was straightforward: if you’re worth it, I’ll do anything for you, move mountains to be near you.

But was she truly worth it?

The answer was no. Absolutely certain now.

"I like girls too..."

His mouth twitched slightly. Finally, he tore his gaze away from her.

She wasn’t worth sacrificing for.

Sighing softly, Qin Ling turned and walked off in the opposite direction.

Behind him, Zhang Xiaolu sneered at a blue crystal in her palm. "Tch. I thought there’d be something valuable inside. Just some martial arts diary."

"It looks ancient, but that broke-ass guy? He’s got nothing good. Wasted my damn time!"

Zhang Xiaolu was Qin Ling’s ex-girlfriend. She’d only approached him after spotting his spatial blue crystal by chance. Back then, Qin Ling had looked sharp too—so she faked a three-month fling.

Now, treasure in hand, she’d planned to ditch him. Only to find nothing inside but a rotten book?

Fury boiled in her chest.

"Damn it! This crystal’s just average-grade. Worthless. And the diary’s falling apart!"

"That penniless bastard! Wasted months of my life! I’m at a huge loss!"

As she stomped away, Zhang Xiaolu cursed Qin Ling’s poverty while scheming how to recoup her losses.

Suddenly, her eyes gleamed with an idea.

"Right! Didn’t Jianghai City’s martial arts hall just launch that legacy-recording program?"

"They’re hoarding ancient warriors’ records. This old diary might sell for big money!"

Driven by greed, Zhang Xiaolu rushed straight to the downtown martial arts arena.

Meanwhile, inside Jianghai City’s central martial arts arena, a special lecture event was in full swing—hosted by invited guests!

The hemispherical arena loomed grandly. Tiered seating curved around the central stage, bathed in neon spotlights from above. Every eye locked onto the massive screen at the podium.

Guests stood at the lectern, watching martial arts diaries alongside the audience.

Soon after finishing one diary, the crowd erupted into feverish debate.

Voices roared like a tidal wave!

"That diary’s owner was insane! He captured a dragon in the East Sea and fought tigers on Southern Mountain! Is this what a Grandmaster can do!?"

"Grandmasters are terrifying! Only elites like Grandmaster Ma pull off stunts like that!"

"Never disrespect a Grandmaster! Remember that Sky Rank Warrior who bullied one during his low point? He thought he was tough—until he realized he was just a punk in front of a true master!"

"He paid heavy compensation. That’s what happens when you cross a Grandmaster!"

"...

The audience kept buzzing over the diary they’d just seen.

"No wonder this is a national show. They even showcase Grandmaster diaries for the public."

"Enough chatter! Host, start the next one! We’re itching to see!"

"Haha, alright, alright!" The host grinned at the energy, waving over an assistant.

After a quick whisper, he announced, "Lucky timing—we just received another ancient martial arts diary! It even had a rare martial seal. Our warriors spent two hours breaking it open!"

"Now, let’s unveil this new warrior’s legacy!"

"See what wisdom we can glean from it!"

"Project it!"

Instantly, the screen filled with a weathered diary cover, radiating ancient aura.

Mysterious archaic characters, heavy purple-black patterns, and gleaming gold trim silenced the entire hall.

"Open it!"

The host gestured. Staff flipped the pages onto the screen.

[My Diary—]

[I hear the world’s obsessed with recording martial legacies—documenting warriors’ lives and their hard-won insights.]

[Secret techniques and manuals? How intriguing.]

[I won’t fall behind the trend.]

Modern simplified text appeared on-screen. Interest instantly flatlined.

"Just a typical modern warrior’s diary. Nothing special inside. Maybe some life lessons to skim."

The host nodded to the staff. "Next page."