The diary finished loading?
Nangong Xiyun curiously opened the interface and found that it had changed, now resembling a book with a few large characters on it.
"Su Luo's Serious Diary."
Who is Su Luo?
Nangong Xiyun had no recollection of the name. Generally, she didn’t bother remembering unimportant people.
She then opened the diary.
There was only one entry inside.
After quietly reading through it, Nangong Xiyun couldn’t help but smile. It felt quite amusing.
What was written in the diary mostly matched what had just happened, but there were some notable discrepancies.
For instance, Li Siyi had chosen the Rain Dew Sword, not Lin Xuan.
Moreover, the diary mentioned her disfigurement—something only a handful of people knew about. How did this Su Luo know?
Lastly, and most importantly, the diary claimed that the White Frost Dew could cure her.
Could it really work?
Nangong Xiyun decided to try the White Frost Dew. If it could truly heal her, then this diary might hold some credibility.
And indeed, the results were remarkable. The poison marks on Nangong Xiyun’s face visibly faded until they disappeared completely, revealing her true appearance.
Her eyes sparkled like autumn water, her lips were rosy and moist, her teeth as white as jade, and her features harmonized perfectly, forming a beauty that could topple nations.
Nangong Xiyun stared at the mirror in a daze.
How many years had it been since she last saw her own face clearly?
She nearly shed a tear.
After a long while, Nangong Xiyun finally calmed down and began to ponder.
If the diary was accurate, then what was its purpose?
Why did Su Luo write it?
And why show it to me?
How did he know all this? Was it prophecy?
But if it were prophecy, how could he get the characters wrong? The most basic details shouldn’t be mistaken.
Nangong Xiyun felt her brain was struggling to keep up. This was truly beyond her understanding.
Fascinating!
Nangong Xiyun decided to investigate further.
The reason was simple: she was bored. She had been idling on Cloud Peak with nothing interesting to do.
Her cultivation had reached a bottleneck; what she needed now was a breakthrough, not more training.
Treasure hunting? Unnecessary. She already had so many treasures that she couldn’t even keep track of them. It would be more productive to explore her own treasury.
Now, with this mysterious diary that she couldn’t erase, things had finally become interesting.
Nangong Xiyun decided to observe quietly and see how things would unfold.
First, she would go and take a look at this Su Luo.
No matter what, she needed to see who this Su Luo was and what abilities he possessed. Was the diary his doing?
Finding him was easy. From the diary, she could tell he was a newcomer to the sect. That made things simple.
Nangong Xiyun first inquired about Su Luo. Since Su Luo was somewhat well-known, she quickly gathered information.
She found him soon after.
At the moment, Su Luo was wandering around, looking for a good spot to watch the sunset.
Finally, he found a small peak near his residence. It was quiet and perfect for his needs.
He set up a large parasol and a reclining chair.
Then he lay down, planning to stay until evening before heading back.
Nangong Xiyun was baffled. How could Su Luo be so lazy? He wasn’t even bothering to cultivate.
In Nangong Xiyun’s eyes, Su Luo was only at the late Qi Refining stage. How could someone of his age and level dare to laze around like this?
In reality, Su Luo’s cultivation was at the late Foundation Establishment stage. However, he had used an ability called "What You See Is What I Want You to See" to disguise his cultivation as late Qi Refining.
Nangong Xiyun watched him for a whole day but couldn’t figure anything out.
Of course, Nangong Xiyun could have directly approached him. With her strength, was there anything she couldn’t get out of him?
If he refused to talk, she could always resort to more forceful methods.
But that would ruin the fun. It would be like reading a mystery novel and having the killer revealed at the beginning.
Instant loss of interest.
Nangong Xiyun had no worries in her cultivation journey. Now that she had finally found something intriguing, she wanted to savor it.
However, after one, two, three days, Su Luo continued to laze around, doing nothing particularly noteworthy.
Apart from going to the small peak to watch the sunset every day, he did nothing else.
Why did he watch the sunset every day? Did he really like it that much?
As for the diary, it was filled with trivial entries, with no substantial content. Many of the terms he used were unfamiliar to her—things like "Genshin," "Honor of Kings," "Arknights," "Punishing: Gray Raven," "Seven Cities"...
What were these? Su Luo kept mentioning them, saying he missed them dearly. Were they some kind of treasure?
However, Nangong Xiyun felt that Su Luo’s diary wasn’t meant for others to read.
He wrote about many unrelated things, simply jotting down whatever came to mind.
If he had intended for others to read it, he would have written more purposefully, crafting entries to achieve his goals.
But it was also possible that he was pretending. Nangong Xiyun remained skeptical about this point.
Over the past few days, Nangong Xiyun’s observations weren’t entirely fruitless. She noticed that her disciple, Li Siyi, had some interactions with Su Luo.
However, they were just casual conversations, mostly Li Siyi sharing details about her life, and nothing more.
Their conversations never lasted long.
When Nangong Xiyun discovered their connection, she suspected that Su Luo had told Li Siyi about the White Frost Dew.
In the only diary entry with substantial content, the characters were wrong, and the key mistake involved Li Siyi. This was highly suspicious.
But what puzzled her was, if Su Luo knew so much, why didn’t he act directly?
What was his goal?
Instead of resolving her doubts, the more she thought about it, the more her mind raced. Nangong Xiyun felt she had used more brainpower in the past few days than in the previous few months.
Nangong Xiyun wasn’t in a hurry, though. She had plenty of time, and Su Luo had written in his diary that he would make an appearance again during the newcomer competition.
She would wait and see.
Additionally, following the diary’s suggestion, Nangong Xiyun rewarded Li Siyi with two treasures as compensation.
On one hand, she didn’t want the plot to deviate too much, which might arouse Su Luo’s suspicion. On the other hand, it was indeed thanks to Li Siyi that her face had been healed, so giving her some treasures was only fair.
......
Half a month passed. The other newcomers were making rapid progress. After all, they were only at the Qi Refining stage. With proper guidance and resources, their progress was naturally swift.
Another reason was the generous rewards for the newcomer competition. For people like Lin Xuan and Li Siyi, the rewards might not compare to what their master could give, but for others, who didn’t have such a master, this was a golden opportunity.
Some newcomers didn’t even have decent weapons.
Thus, the newcomer competition was a chance to secure a good ranking, earn rewards, and potentially be taken in as a personal disciple by a powerful figure.
As for Su Luo? His days remained uneventful. He only needed to go out for a stroll every few days.
But today was different. It was time to act.
Because today marked the beginning of a small plotline, setting the stage for the newcomer competition.
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