Douluo : People are writing diaries in Douluo

Su Ming was somewhat taken aback by the third rule. So when he live-streamed, Xiao Wu and the others were indeed watching. Good thing he hadn't recorded anything too embarrassing—it would've been quite awkward! Now, thinking back, it had been a while since he'd done any live broadcasts. Given what he knew, setting up a few streams could help everyone increase their strength faster.

If it weren't for the awkwardness of the diaries' exposure, he'd probably want to broadcast every day to exploit the system.

System: ...

"One more thing, System. If being around me increases their odds of getting rewards, why haven't more of them approached me? Why hasn't Bo Saixi come off Seagod Island? Or Bibi Dong and Liu Erlong come to find me in Nuoding Academy? Are you behind this?"

Ding! Yes, Host. That's due to the fourth rule. To keep you safe and ensure the diary copies don't seem too abrupt, certain encounters are limited to specific moments.

Su Ming smirked to himself. How convenient—so the system had, in fact, forced everyone to stay hidden until the right time, lest he catch on too soon.

Thinking about it, though, it was a good thing. Early on, Bibi Dong was still heavily influenced by the evil energy of the Rakshasa God, with an obsessive grudge against Yu Xiaogang. In her shoes, he might have been tempted to capture him, reap the rewards, and ascend to godhood as soon as possible. But over time, she'd finally decided to execute Yu Xiaogang—an outcome he saw as positive.

"One last question—this world is truly a parallel realm, or was that just something you told me to keep me in the dark?"

Ding! Host, this world is indeed a parallel realm. Because of your presence, the original course of events has shifted. There's likely a primary world where the Tang God King still exists, though you currently don't have access to it.

Su Ming nodded, piecing it together. So this is really a parallel world. I wonder if I'll get a chance to visit the main world? Or maybe I could even merge that realm with this one.

With his questions answered, Su Ming finally relaxed, disappearing from his room.

"Su Ming, why are you here?" Ning Rongrong exclaimed in surprise, though she was secretly hopeful about his intentions.

"Rongrong, I just wanted to check in and talk about meeting your father in a few days. I'm concerned it might be hard on you."

Ning Rongrong shook her head. "I know what you're thinking, Su Ming. As long as the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan has some autonomy under Spirit Hall, I think my father will agree. Given your position, he'd be open to negotiation. I just worry about my two grandfathers—they're impulsive, and I'd hate for any fighting to break out."

Su Ming could hear the concern in her voice. "Don't worry, Rongrong. I wouldn't let Spirit Hall interfere too much with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan's autonomy. Your father can still manage the clan's inner workings. We'll only ask for support when Spirit Hall needs assistance. After recent events, I'm sure the empires will grow wary of Spirit Hall, and a war to unify the continent could be inevitable."

With that, Su Ming gently scooped Ning Rongrong into his arms, laying her on the soft bed.

"Su Ming, what are you doing?" she stammered, a blush coloring her cheeks.

"Let's not worry about those things right now," he chuckled. "Leave it all to me. For now, I just want to…"

After an evening of passion, Su Ming felt refreshed. Ning Rongrong, face flushed, lay beside him. Perhaps from missing his presence, she was unusually agreeable, obliging every whim he had without hesitation, even bearing a faint trace of milk at the corner of her mouth.

There was truth to the saying, "It's not the Yin-Yang Dual Lotus that's hard to sustain—it's the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda that's invaluable." The enhancements from the four boosts—strength, speed, soul power, and defense—proved thrilling.

Su Ming felt completely revitalized and couldn't help but revel in the evening's memories. How easily one could lose themselves, he thought with a smile.

"Ah Yin, could you check if Uncle Ning and Sword Grandpa have returned from Gengxin City?"

He didn't care if Ah Yin had witnessed the night's events; they were both women, after all, and besides, perhaps…

In his mental space, Ah Yin flushed at Su Ming's unspoken thoughts. Pervert! she muttered. Although she had witnessed similar scenes many times before, Su Ming's stamina was remarkable, and his boldness was astonishing. She couldn't believe he'd offered Ning Rongrong milk halfway through—could that really be consumed?

Without complaint, Ah Yin tuned into the surrounding blue silver grass to sense Ning Fengzhi's movements. She discovered that Ning Fengzhi was speeding toward them, escorted by Gu Rong, and she was surprised—only a day had passed since they'd heard the news.