The next page flipped open, the diary projected once more.

"Weird. A martial arts diary? Why’d I never see that woman write one before?"

"Even if I’m not a martial artist, that won’t stop me from keeping my own diary. Decision made! Starting today, I’ll record my life!"

"What’s the point? If it’s not a martial artist’s diary, why even watch?"

"Exactly! Not even a martial artist, yet he gets a fancy notebook like this? Unbelievable!"

The audience grumbled instantly. The host on stage flushed with embarrassment but recalled the martial arts seal and spoke up.

"Everyone, please calm down. Did you forget what I said earlier? Our team’s martial artists spent two hours cracking this seal to open it!"

"Huh!? Right! If the owner isn’t a martial artist, where’d the seal come from?"

The host nodded. "Exactly. This seems to be early entries, before the owner touched martial arts."

"Also, the last line mentioned a martial artist elder at home. There might be surprises later. Let’s wait and see!"

On stage, the host forced a smile, biting back the urge to pull the diary off air as she soothed the murmuring crowd.

In a corner of the martial arts hall, Zhang Xiaolu sneered. "Martial artist elder? If that guy had any decent background, I wouldn’t have dumped him so easily!"

"He probably found this diary somewhere. Hah, lucky bastard."

"But if I’d known it had a seal, I’d have sold it on the black market for way more!"

Zhang Xiaolu seethed with regret. Meanwhile, Qin Ling had no clue his diary was being handled and broadcast nationwide.

"Turn the page!" the host urged, hoping for something good. Staff flipped to the next entry.

"May 9, 2034. Tuesday. Weather: Overcast. Wind direction unknown. Feels damp—rain’s coming."

"Starting today, I’m alone. But even alone, I’ll make that thing happen! Guess I’m just unlucky."

"The air’s decent here. Lucky break. First, I’ll check the valley behind the mountain for the herbs I need."

"With enough herbs, I have hope!"

The entry ended. The host’s eyes flickered with frustration, but she plastered on a bright smile.

"Though recent, this shows the owner sought herbs to open his energy sea for cultivation!"

"Open the energy sea? The legendary divine medicine that lets ordinary people cultivate!?"

The audience gasped. Even the invited martial arts prodigies stared in shock.

The host hadn’t expected her offhand remark to ignite such frenzy. She pressed on quickly. "Yes! The owner admitted he’s no martial artist. Non-martial artists are either untrained or unable to cultivate!"

"But his early entries prove he knows martial arts experts. So untrained is out. He must be unable to cultivate!"

Her eyes sparkled as she grew excited. "Next, we might find the legendary formula for divine medicine that opens the energy sea for ordinary people!"

"Once widespread, everyone cultivates! Huaxia will shine!"

She nearly yanked the diary off air for private study. But under the live audience’s stares, national viewers’ eyes, and the prodigies’ burning gazes, she dared not move it.

"Could it be true? That guy’s only at Half Step Yellow Rank! No progress in months! Was he unable to cultivate before, then took half-made divine medicine?"

"But even half-made, letting an ordinary person reach Half Step Yellow Rank is huge! I lost out! I lost out!"

In the corner, Zhang Xiaolu regretted bringing Qin Ling’s diary here.

With that formula alone, she could be an honored guest among top factions!

"No! Later, I’ll ask that guy if he has the secret formula for opening the energy sea! If he does... hehe."

A sly, suggestive grin spread across Zhang Xiaolu’s face.

"Hurry, turn the page!" an invited prodigy shouted.

"Yes! Turn it!" the host snapped, signaling the staff.

Instantly, a new page appeared.

"The weather changes fast. Haven’t even left, and it’s drizzling. Light rain, but will I catch a cold going out now?"

"Still early, sky’s bright. Probably no downpour, but could this drizzle cause trouble?"

"Fine. I’ll take an umbrella. Annoying—not my style—but special times need special measures. Gathering herbs in the valley comes first!"

"This diary owner’s so fussy. Afraid of light rain, worried about colds, so hesitant. Must be a girl, right?" someone called out.

The host just smiled.