"Honestly, gotta admit—even though I’m pissed this diary’s owner stole my goddess Xiyun from me, I still respect his character!"

"Yeah, same. A total newbie to martial arts, barely past the threshold of a true warrior… yet he pulled this off…"

"He’s terrified of rain and water, but gave his only rain cover to that old man to keep his wounds from worsening. That’s… incredible."

"And that’s not all! Didn’t you see them run into a pack of Bloodwolves on the way back?! Creatures most martial artists wouldn’t dare face! He charged through with a critically injured elder—and never once thought of abandoning him! I… I’m floored!"

The audience couldn’t help but praise the diary’s owner after reading this page. Many women, imagining his hardships, felt their eyes well up. Some even wiped away tears.

"He risked his life to save someone! Against Bloodwolves?! Even Xuan-level martial artists would die there! What horrors did he survive?!"

"*Sniffle*… And after getting home, he only asked for a bowl of hot soup to be happy… He’s such a fool! Such a sweet, stupid fool…"

"He’s so reckless… I wish I knew his name. Even if I can’t compete with Liu Xiyun, I’d still want to bear his children!"

The crowd erupted. The earlier jealous murmurs about Qin Ling vanished instantly.

Shock. Awe. Bewilderment. Tears.

Every emotion swirled together—but all were moved by the man in the diary.

On the guest panel, Ying Yuanyuan pouted, blinking back tears. "He’s just… so good. So kind and genuine. No wonder Xiyun’s devoted to him. Men like this are rare! I’m so jealous!"

"…" Her unguarded whisper silenced the audience.

"*Damn it!* This diary owner’s sneaky! He stole our goddess! Why are we crying over him?!"

"Stop crying! Stop feeling moved! Who knows if this is even true?! Grandmasters don’t just faint from anger! And what are the odds he’d stumble upon one?!"

The crowd quieted slightly.

"Right! Exactly!"

"The old Grandmaster hadn’t passed out for ages—then collapses the second our guy steps out of the bushes? Too convenient!"

"Probably all made up by the diary owner!"

Calm returned. They turned the page.

***This damn old man! He tricked me! Back home, while I was tending to him, he confessed everything.***

***He saw it all. Those Bloodwolves were after him—he apologized for dragging me in. He even knew I was hiding in the bushes earlier. And that ‘fainting’ act?***

***He called it a ‘test’?! Test my ass! Who does he think he is—some immortal sage?!***

***Fuck! My chest is killing me!***

***But what really pissed me off? This dirty old man tried to put his hands on me! Claimed he’d ‘heal my wounds’?! Bullshit! If you can heal, why not fix yourself first? I jumped back fast.***

"Uh… so that earlier scene was a test by the elder? Then he must be one of our nation’s rare Grandmasters!"

"I’ve heard true masters stay proud even when broken. They test hearts—if you fail, they’d rather die than beg for help. That’s the spirit of a warrior!"

"Confirmed! This elder is a terrifying Grandmaster!"

The audience buzzed with excitement.

"But why’d the diary owner refuse healing? A Grandmaster offering his true essence to mend his wounds—and he accused the guy of groping him? He’s a man, not a girl! So petty."

"Exactly! He’s being difficult. The Grandmaster’s half-dead himself! True essence is for survival—he’s wasting his last reserves to help, and our guy rejects it? Ridiculous."

One spectator frowned thoughtfully. "What if… the diary owner knew the Grandmaster needed every drop of true essence to stay alive? His refusal wasn’t stubbornness—it gave the elder an honorable way out. Saved his pride. And secondly…"