61: Chapter 61 Bibi Dong is stunned, Qian Renxue is overjoyed!

Lanba Academy, Girls' Dormitory.

It was already late at night, but the three peerless maidens were completely sleepless, huddled under a Soul Tool lamp, staring at the diary with varied expressions.

"So it was her..."

Ning Rongrong pouted, her tone carrying a hint of sourness.

When they rushed to provide support previously, they had indeed seen a tall woman standing beside Qin Feng from afar, but the distance was too great, and they were too busy worrying about the battle to see clearly.

"It's actually the Young Mistress of the Spirit Hall."

Xiao Wu's eyes widened, her pink pupils filled with shock.

As a transformed Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Beast, she possessed a natural fear and hatred for the Spirit Hall.

She never expected that the person who had been lurking in the Heaven Dou Empire, even disguising herself as Crown Prince Xue Qinghe, was actually Bibi Dong's daughter.

The infiltration capability of the Spirit Hall was simply terrifying.

"So that's Qian Renxue...?"

Zhu Zhuqing sat to the side, her usually cool eyes somewhat dim at the moment.

She looked at the descriptions filled with extreme praise in the diary, and her heart felt like it was blocked by a large stone.

How could he have confessed everything?

And even set a date with Qin Feng?

Although her personality was cold and she was not good with words, ever since Qin Feng mentioned her multiple times in the diary, even giving her battle techniques and assistance, the young girl's heart had already quietly cracked open a fissure.

Now, seeing Qin Feng hold another woman in such high regard, even using a term like "Wife Xueer," Zhu Zhuqing only felt a suffocating tightness in her chest.

"Qin Feng praised Qian Renxue to the skies; is she really that beautiful?"

Ning Rongrong couldn't help but let out a soft snort as she read the line, "One glance to topple cities, a second glance to topple nations."

She was the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, having been cherished since childhood, and was always confident in her own beauty and temperament.

"That's too exaggerated; he's simply a flatterer."

Ning Rongrong muttered, poking the diary with her finger, "And what's this about being peerless and independent? I think Qin Feng, that pervert, just saw beauty and got carried away by lust."

"Exactly."

Xiao Wu chimed in beside her, shaking her two scorpion braids, "Although Qian Renxue is beautiful, in terms of figure, looks, and temperament, would the three of us lose to anyone else?"

She glanced at Ning Rongrong, then at Zhu Zhuqing, finally puffing out her own small chest.

Although... it seemed she really couldn't compare to that 'highest peak.'

Hearing this, Zhu Zhuqing subconsciously lowered her head to look at herself.

She was exceptionally well-developed; her proud curves were absolutely crushing compared to her peers.

"The highest peak?!"

Zhu Zhuqing bit her lip, a strange desire to compete igniting in her eyes.

Qin Feng had once teased her figure in that diary, even fantasizing about touching her tail.

At that time, she had only felt shame.

But now, seeing his evaluation of Qian Renxue, Zhu Zhuqing felt a strong surge of jealousy.

"And Wife Xueer, number one on the peerless beauty list."

Zhu Zhuqing said coldly, her voice carrying a sharpness rarely heard, "In terms of looks, figure, and temperament, where am I, Zhu Zhuqing, lacking compared to her? Am I not as dazzling as she is?"

Seeing this, Ning Rongrong glanced nervously at Zhu Zhuqing's exaggerated curves.

"Ahem..."

Ning Rongrong muttered quietly, "In terms of figure, perhaps I'm not as good as her, but who could possibly compare to Zhuqing? Zhuqing, yours is truly extraordinary talent."

The three girls spoke one after another, the air thick with the heavy scent of sour vinegar.

Although they refused to admit defeat verbally, they all understood in their hearts.

For Qin Feng, who held everyone in high regard, to write such poetry, that Qian Renxue was definitely a formidable rival.

...

Spirit Hall, Supreme Pontiff Palace.

Bibi Dong looked at the poem, and the anger she initially felt bizarrely transformed into another emotion... unwillingness.

"The Spirit Hall has a beauty, peerless and independent, one glance to topple cities, a second glance to topple nations!"

Bibi Dong recited these two lines softly, her voice cool and pleasant.

She had to admit, the poem was written exceptionally well.

That transcendent, world-captivating artistic conception rushed toward her even through the text.

"Am I being outshone by Qian Renxue?"

Bibi Dong looked at the face in the mirror that was still flawless, untouched by the slightest trace of time, and a strange irritation welled up in her heart.

She was the most noble woman on the Douluo Continent, the peerless Pope.

If it were any other woman, Bibi Dong wouldn't even spare them a glance.

But Qian Renxue... absolutely not!

That was her daughter, and also the most complicated thorn in her heart.

Being surpassed by her own daughter in terms of looks and charm was a feeling the arrogant Bibi Dong found hard to accept.

"However, these verses are quite good."

Bibi Dong's eyes flickered slightly, her tone tinged with a sourness she didn't even notice herself.

"I didn't expect Qin Feng to be a man of culture. His literary talent is far superior to that Yu Xiaogang who only knows how to plagiarize theories."

She recalled the so-called love poems Yu Xiaogang had written for her back then, which now seemed as bland as plain water.

"If only Qin Feng could write a poem for me..."

The moment this thought surfaced, Bibi Dong was startled by herself.

She quickly shook her head, driving the absurd idea from her mind, and swiftly resumed her aloof Pope demeanor.

Yet, her gaze still occasionally drifted toward the line, "One glance to topple cities."

...

Besides them.

Dugu Yan, in her dorm room, also looked at the diary with unconcealed displeasure, pulling Ye Lingling to complain that Qin Feng was a big pig's trotter who couldn't move when he saw a pretty woman.

Ye Lingling merely smiled gently and didn't join the conversation, but a flicker of curiosity also crossed her eyes.

What kind of grace did the woman who could earn such high praise from Qin Feng possess?

Deep in the Sunset Forest, Ah Yin looked at the text in the illusory projection, a gentle smile curving her lips. It was the tolerance of an elder watching the romantic affairs of the younger generation, but she also felt a touch of curiosity about the beauty of that "Angel's successor."

Meanwhile, in the Moon Pavilion, Tang Yuehua elegantly held her teacup, gazing at the poem in the diary with bright, appreciative eyes.

"What a line, to topple nations."

Tang Yuehua sighed softly, "This Qin Feng truly understands beauty."

...

Heaven Dou City, Crown Princes Mansion Study.

As the person concerned, Qian Renxue's mood at this moment was like riding a roller coaster.

She looked at the direct and passionate praises in the diary, and the tension and apprehension she initially felt due to her identity being exposed instantly vanished.

In its place was an ineffable joy and shyness.

"Overjoyed."

These four words were enough to describe her current feeling.

Even though she was the high-and-mighty Young Mistress of the Spirit Hall, even though she was usually calm and rational, she was, after all, just a woman in her early twenties.

A woman adorns herself for the one who appreciates her.

Which girl wouldn't like to be praised so highly by the person she admires... no, by an outstanding member of the opposite sex?

Especially since Qin Feng had praised her to the heavens, saying she was absolutely unique.