["The unlucky kid seemed pretty mad too, but I just don’t get it—you never taught me anyway. It was that little mute who showed me. I’m not gifted, so I didn’t learn. What’s there to be mad about?"

"What’s even more ridiculous is that these two acted like they’d planned it, ignoring me together. Could I just take that? Nope. Right then, I ignored them back."

"Huh... Could the diary’s owner really have such freakish talent? Otherwise, why would those two kids ignore him after he quit martial arts?"

"Hmph! You actually believe this? Sensing martial energy in ten minutes? Is that even humanly possible? Remember how long it took you all to sense it back then?"

"Well... it took me seven days..."

"Ten days for me!"

"A twenty-day non-starter chiming in! Haha!"

Seeing the diary entry, the live audience buzzed with excitement.

Almost none believed the recorded content.

On stage, host Bingbing’s expression flickered uncertainly as she read the page. "Ha, haha... This diary might be fiction written by some martial artist. Let’s take it down and switch to another one."

"Yeah, swap it out. This diary’s obviously fake—useless."

The audience agreed.

The guests nodded too. "A martial diary without truth loses its value. Take it down."

"Uh... this..." Ying Yuanyuan, seated among the guests, opened her mouth as if to speak. But Liu Xiyun quickly covered it, whispering fiercely,

"Silence makes you look smart!"

"Mmmph!" Ying Yuanyuan blinked rapidly, her eyes aggrieved as she stared at Liu Xiyun.

Liu Xiyun slowly released her. This was a live broadcast; holding on too long might draw attention and spark rumors.

But after letting go, she threatened, "You dare blabber anything, and I’ll beat you up!"

"Uh... Xiyun, you—" Ying Yuanyuan snapped her mouth shut. Despite similar talent, she knew she couldn’t beat Liu Xiyun.

If she spoke, her best friend might really pound her.

"But the diary’s about to be taken down!" Ying Yuanyuan was deeply curious about its contents and hated to see it removed.

Liu Xiyun, however, sighed in relief. "Good riddance!"

Once it was gone, she could buy it herself and read it privately.

She hated having her life—especially childhood embarrassments—watched by so many.

Beside her, Ying Yuanyuan pouted but stayed quiet. She was already planning to fake a bathroom break to snatch the diary first.

Then she could read it herself.

If Liu Xiyun later asked where it went? How would she know? Some mysterious thief must’ve taken it.

Thinking this, Ying Yuanyuan nodded subtly and fell silent. Liu Xiyun, ready to silence her again, was surprised.

This wasn’t like her at all.

Something’s off!

Liu Xiyun resolved to rush backstage the moment the diary was swapped.

"Alright, let’s take this diary down—" Host Bingbing began, but an earpiece voice cut her off.

"Keep reading. This diary might be real." A poised woman’s voice, laced with authority, made Bingbing freeze.

"Uh... Director? What—"

"Trust me. Continue with this diary."

Bingbing dared not disobey. She forced a smile and addressed the audience. "Sorry, everyone! I just checked—there are no spare martial diaries backstage. We’ll stick with this one for now."

"But don’t lose hope! Moments ago, a big-name figure vouched for it, saying it might be genuine. Let’s keep exploring—is this diary real or fake?"

As soon as Bingbing finished, the crowd erupted.

"What? Real? Who vouched for it? Host, don’t blabber like that nonsense-spouting host—name them!"

"Exactly! Sensing martial energy in ten minutes? Even Huaxia’s history has few records! And those are all legendary figures. This diary’s owner? Tsk, no way!"

"Uh, well..." Bingbing hesitated.

Her earpiece crackled again with the poised voice: "Just say it was me."