Time flew by. Just a few days passed. I realized that young couple wasn't actually a couple—they didn't even know each other. Weird. How did I end up finding two strangers together?

But that wasn't the point. This morning, I heard thunder. Then I saw my wall had collapsed! I rushed over and found those two similarly-sized unlucky kids brawling.

I ran to stop them, only to realize my mistake—they were just exchanging martial arts moves. The whooshing sounds as their fists hit the air, creating bursts of noise, made it clear: if the mute girl or the unlucky boy had gotten serious earlier, I'd have been beaten to death.

Turns out, I was really lucky. They held back and spared my life.

"What!? Creating sonic booms!? That's Mystic-tier martial artist power! These two kids are both Mystic-tier!?"

"Mystic-tier at thirteen or fourteen!? This... can't be real!? The diary's owner picked up two martial prodigies!?"

The audience was stunned, shocked by the diary entry.

"So the diary's owner really was lucky. The two he saved were martial geniuses! Incredible luck!"

"Mystic-tier at thirteen or fourteen!? Among the special guests here, only Goddess Liu Xiyun and Goddess Ying Yuanyuan had that talent back then! These kids' gifts match the two goddesses!"

"Unbelievable—he saved two martial prodigies!"

The martial arts hall erupted in noise, startling the host on stage.

Ying Yuanyuan in the guest seats wasn't surprised. She already knew who the little girl in the diary was, so she had no reaction. Still, she was curious about the boy—who had talent no less than Liu Xiyun's.

She couldn't help asking Liu Xiyun, but got a glare: "Don't ask me. I don't know."

"Oh..." Ying Yuanyuan pouted, muttering, "Then what do you know?"

"Nothing!" Liu Xiyun snapped.

Luckily, the hall was roaring with shock over the diary, or her loud voice would have given her away.

"Oh, okay. Let's keep reading," Ying Yuanyuan said.

"Mm." Liu Xiyun nodded, calling to the stage, "Host, continue."

The host nodded and had someone turn the page.

The diary turned to a new page.

[So terrifying! These two jinxed kids can create sonic booms! If that hit my small frame, my insides would explode—I'd drop dead!]

[Right then, I decided to beg to become their apprentice.]

"Huh? He wants to learn martial arts as an apprentice? Didn't he say he knew a martial artist earlier? Why didn't she teach him?" Ying Yuanyuan asked in surprise.

The host frowned slightly and turned the page.

[In the end, I couldn't become an apprentice. The unlucky boy said he doesn't take kids my age. I laughed—am I really that old? Aren't we all the same age?]

[At thirteen or fourteen, I'm self-sufficient, while you're still at home punching air. Who are you looking down on!?]

[No choice. Since the unlucky boy refused, I turned to the mute girl. She couldn't speak but understood me. She nodded, agreeing to teach me, but shook her head at taking me as an apprentice. It didn't matter—I was just curious. Being an apprentice isn't a big deal. Someone as amazing as me doesn't need a master.]

"The diary's owner was only thirteen or fourteen back then!? This..."

"A kid risking so much to save two peers—truly admirable!"

"Even if his martial skills weren't great later, I respect him for what he did!"

The audience praised in astonishment. Ying Yuanyuan's eyes also showed surprise.

"He was about our age? Back then, he really was amazing!" Ying Yuanyuan agreed.

"Mm, that's right," Liu Xiyun nodded.

"And it's not just that," she added quietly.

"Huh? What do you mean 'not just that'?" Ying Yuanyuan asked curiously.

Liu Xiyun didn't explain, just kept watching the diary projection.

[The mute girl taught me the martial way. She wrote to communicate. I followed her method: sitting quietly in meditation, calming my mind, sensing myself, adapting to surroundings. Gradually, I realized I wasn't cut out for martial arts.]

[Five minutes passed—no sensation, completely empty... Ten minutes passed, and I only gathered a tiny trickle of milky-white energy. I gave up—it was too little! I'd get more from eating a meal!]

[If I'm not meant for martial arts, I won't do it. I quit. The mute girl seemed angry, pouting and ignoring me. She was probably furious at how untalented I am. Sigh, can't help it—it's innate.]

"What!?"

The audience was startled by the diary content.

"Sensed martial energy in ten minutes!? Impossible!?"

"And at thirteen or fourteen! So old! Every martial artist starts young! Normally, sensing energy takes ten days to half a month. Talented ones take three to five days. Even geniuses need hours! Ten minutes!? Nonsense!"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Sensing energy that fast has barely happened in history! How could someone starting at fourteen do it?"

The audience denied the content outright, distrustful, even doubting earlier entries.

But Ying Yuanyuan in the guest seats had eyes full of shock, looking unbelievably at Liu Xiyun. Only she and Liu Xiyun knew this diary was real. The little girl protagonist was none other than Jianghai City's martial prodigy, Liu Xiyun. This couldn't be fake. That meant, unless the diary's owner was making things up, these events might actually be true.

"Xiyun... this can't be real, right?" she asked nervously.

"..." Liu Xiyun didn't answer, but her calm, expressionless face gave her close friend a reply.

This actually...

Is real!?