"He got slapped away by me."

"Holy crap! That’s brutal!" the audience blurted out at the first line.

"To slap him flying like that—how much force must that take? This martial artist is seriously furious."

"But then he bounced right back..."

"Uh... that’s wild! A kid gets slapped and isn’t even fazed? Seriously impressive!"

"From earlier clues, maybe he accidentally ate or touched some herb. That’d explain this."

"Probably. Didn’t the diary writer mention his weird complexion? Might be poisoned. That’s bad! What’ll the owner do now?"

The audience tensed, staring intently at the public screen for the next entry.

"Luckily, he must’ve known I’d hit him this time. Instead of lunging full-on, he grabbed my thighs with both hands."

"I hesitated, seeing his blood-red face, and didn’t kick him away."

"Poor kid. Looks like he came for thrills, overdosed on something, then got stood up and dumped here. Just rotten luck."

"But speaking of being stood up—who’s his partner? Could it be... that little girl I found in the valley? Did they hook up on this mountain? Then got washed apart by the rain?"

"Hah, I’m a damn genius! Figuring out something so obscure. Kids these days are so adventurous! Gotta admit, impressive. Respect!"

*Bang!* At the guest seats, Liu Xiyun shot up, slamming her palm angrily on the table. The loud crack drew confused stares from everyone.

"What’s wrong? Why did Goddess Xiyun suddenly slam the table?"

The host and other martial arts geniuses on stage also looked at her, puzzled.

Ying Yuanyuan’s eyes darted around. She guessed something but stayed silent, watching Liu Xiyun curiously.

Noticing all eyes on her, Liu Xiyun composed herself. Glaring at the diary on screen, she growled, "This is infuriating! Why aren’t today’s youths more self-respecting!"

"Huh? Really?" Ying Yuanyuan’s eyes spun mischievously as she studied Liu Xiyun.

Liu Xiyun shot her a glare. "What else would you say!"

"Oh! Yeah! Exactly!" Ying Yuanyuan felt the danger and quickly agreed. "Kids today are outrageous! Look what they do—barely teens and already exposed!"

Liu Xiyun pretended not to hear, slowly sitting back down.

The audience nodded in understanding.

"So Goddess Xiyun got angry over this! I wondered why she slammed the table—it scared me!"

"Exactly! Kids today are so open! This diary’s tame. You don’t know the wilder stuff."

"Luckily, the kind diary writer found them. Otherwise, these kids might’ve been done for. Sometimes luck is real skill."

"True. Who knows if after being saved, they’ll chase even wilder thrills? That’d be the real end."

Hearing the chatter, anger boiled inside Liu Xiyun. But she couldn’t jump up and shout, "Stop! I’m that girl! It wasn’t like that!"

If she did, she’d be all over the news tomorrow: "Jianghai City’s prodigy girl was already mature at thirteen, hooking up on mountainsides?"

If that happened, she’d die of rage—or be beaten to death.

"Alright, alright. Miss Liu Xiyun’s right—this isn’t worth encouraging. Let’s see the next page," the host said, signaling staff to turn it.

The diary flipped to a new page.

"Sigh, no choice. Even if these unlucky kids are frustrating, I can’t leave them to die. I’ll take him to find his little partner."

"I searched nearby for herbs to counteract the comfort drug. After wandering, all I saw was that poor kid’s desperate, watery-eyed stare—not a single herb."

"Sigh. No wonder he’s so unlucky. Just like that little girl who fell into the dung pit. Their luck is just... that bad."

*Dung pit! You’re the one who fell in! "Unlucky kid" this, "unlucky kid" that! Just wait till I find you!* Liu Xiyun glared fiercely at the projection.

"No choice. Since I couldn’t find herbs, I’ll have to use physical removal."

"Physical removal!? You don’t mean... that!? So intense!?" The audience jolted at the last line, urging the host to flip the page.

The host looked awkward, hesitating.

Liu Xiyun’s eyes widened in shock.

Impossible! He actually did that!?