"Goddess Xiyun, you..."

Host Bingbing watched Liu Xiyun approach the stage, words bubbling up.

Liu Xiyun slightly shook her head. Reaching the podium, she took the envelope from the projector stand. "As you see," she said, "this diary is real. I, Liu Xiyun, am the little girl inside it."

Gasps!

"This... this is actually true!"

"Goddess Xiyun admitted it publicly! So the diary owner’s martial qi awakening time is real too!?"

The venue erupted.

Audience members stared wide-eyed, disbelief flooding their faces.

"Ah, about this..." Host Bingbing quickly interjected, "Goddess Xiyun, could you explain? Is the owner’s martial talent truly that monstrous?"

Liu Xiyun met the converging gazes and nodded firmly. "Yes. I taught him martial arts. He sensed his martial qi in roughly ten minutes..."

Back then, she’d been stunned—utterly incredulous. The boy had refused to believe it too. But seeing Qin Ling’s trace of martial qi silenced them all. Especially when Qin Ling bragged, sighing, "I’ve got no talent. Absorbing martial spirit qi is too slow. I’m quitting!"

Could anyone accept that?

They’d decided to cold-shoulder him. Yet he truly abandoned martial arts, infuriating them endlessly. Even now, recalling it filled her with frustrated rage.

"Ten minutes to sense martial qi!? It’s real!?"

The entire crowd—including invited martial geniuses—recoiled in shock. Earlier disbelief had turned to mockery. Now, a national prodigy list talent confirmed it firsthand. This was absurd.

Wildly absurd!

"Unbelievable!" Host Bingbing blurted.

In a corner, Zhang Xiaolu’s eyes widened, shock and disbelief blazing.

"That penniless guy knows Liu Xiyun!? His talent’s that insane!? Was he acting around me all along!?"

Zhang Xiaolu spiraled. She regretted dumping Qin Ling.

"No! I’m his girlfriend! Liu Xiyun’s strong, but Qin Ling chose me over her!"

Zhang Xiaolu brimmed with confidence. She’d reunite with Qin Ling post-show. She must lock down this pig—he was a tiger-eating pig!

A one-in-a-million catch!

Onstage, Liu Xiyun faced the stares calmly, offering no explanation. Her gaze dropped to the envelope, nostalgic.

Where is he now?

Suddenly, her eyes brightened. She turned to Host Bingbing. "Where did you get this diary? Where’s its owner?"

"Ah, well..." Bingbing hesitated.

A voice crackled in her earpiece: "Tell her."

"Okay..." Bingbing nodded, whispered to staff, then pointed. "That lady over there brought it. Her ex gave her this martial artist’s diary, I think—"

"Thanks." Liu Xiyun cut her off, striding toward Zhang Xiaolu in the corner.

Liu Xiyun stopped before the trembling Zhang Xiaolu. Every eye in the venue locked onto them.

Liu Xiyun scrutinized her, frowning. "You claim to be the diary owner’s girlfriend?"

"Eh? I, I..." Zhang Xiaolu’s bravado crumbled. She’d planned to flaunt herself under the spotlight. But Liu Xiyun’s invisible pressure crushed her confidence. She stammered, trembling.

"Someone like you deserves him?" Disdain flashed in Liu Xiyun’s eyes, fury burning beneath.

He chose this woman over her!

Infuriating!

"Where is he now?" Liu Xiyun pressed.

Swallowing hard, Zhang Xiaolu tried to stand but froze under the stares. "At... at Yuyu Express Delivery Shop... west city..."