At this moment, both of their expressions were quite interesting.
Especially Dugu Yan.
She stared fixedly at the large words "Dante's diary (Dugu Yan Exclusive)" on the cover of the Diary copy; her chest heaved violently, clearly having been made quite angry.
"Hmph! This makes me so angry!"
Dugu Yan gritted her teeth; because they were in class, she didn't dare to make a loud scene and could only lower her voice, her small face flushing red.
"That bastard named Dante!"
"On what basis does he say my grandfather is the weakest Titled Douluo?!"
"What's wrong with Soul Power rank ninety-one? What's wrong with being at the bottom in a 1v1?"
"My grandfather is the Poison Douluo! His poison dominates the world!"
"If it really came to a fight, who below the level of a Titled Douluo could survive more than three seconds in his Poison Array? Even a Titled Douluo wouldn't dare to lightly touch Grandfather's Jade Phosphor Serpent poison!"
As Dugu Bo's granddaughter, Dugu Yan was famously protective of her own.
In her heart, her grandfather was an invincible existence and her pride.
But now, this diary that appeared out of nowhere actually belittled her grandfather as worthless?
It even said he was barely held at bay by the three people of the Golden Triangle, who aren't even Titled Douluo?
"Lingling, you be the judge!"
Dugu Yan turned her head, pulled the sleeve of her best friend beside her, and said indignantly:
"This guy is simply talking nonsense!"
"If my grandfather really wanted to kill those three, he would have turned them into puddles of pus long ago!"
Ye Lingling tilted her head slightly, her cool eyes scanning the content of the diary, a faint ripple flashing through her eyes.
Compared to Dugu Yan's explosion, the point she focused on was completely different.
"Yan Yan, don't be angry first."
Ye Lingling's voice was cool and ethereal, as if it could soothe the agitation in one's heart.
"Look at the passage he wrote about the theory of 'the host being unable to carry the Martial Soul'."
"If this is true..."
Ye Lingling paused, a hint of faint sorrow showing in her gaze.
"Does that mean the flaws of some Martial Souls aren't actually problems with the Martial Soul itself, but... that we aren't strong enough?"
As the successor of the Nine Heart Begonia Martial Soul, she bore the Curse of "Single Line Inheritance, only two Soul Masters can exist at the same time."
The analysis of the essence of Martial Souls mentioned in this diary allowed her to faintly see a different glimmer of hope.
Even if she guessed wrong, she vaguely felt in her heart that Dante might have a way to help her solve this Curse?
"Oh, Lingling, why are you still speaking up for that bastard!"
Dugu Yan interrupted her huffily.
"We haven't even verified if what he said in the diary is true yet; how can we so easily trust something of unknown origin?"
Ye Lingling's cool voice rang out: "But, didn't we both receive rewards from the System?"
"Could this possibly be fake?"
The Newbie Gift Packs they both received were the same: an increase of one rank in Innate Soul Power.
This didn't just directly increase their Soul Power by one rank, it also significantly increased their cultivation speed.
Both of them had rank seven Innate Soul Power, and now it had directly become rank eight Innate Soul Power.
While the two girls had different thoughts.
The text on the diary scrolled again; as if hearing Dugu Yan's complaints, Dante actually began to comment in detail on that "Poison Douluo."
[Speaking of which, that old man Dugu Bo is also an oddity.]
[Although his 1v1 is indeed subpar, he has one point that no Titled Douluo in the entire continent can match.]
[And that is—the divine skill of Clearing out fodder!]
Dugu Yan was stunned.
"Clearing out fodder?"
[If the battlefield were two armies facing off, and Dugu Bo were given enough time and a safe distance.]
[He alone could slaughter an entire city!]
[In terms of Strategic Deterrence, he is even more terrifying than a Titled Douluo with strong single-target attacks like Sword Dao Chen Xin!]
[What a pity, this old man is also a pathetic person.]
[He played with poison his whole life, and as a result, he poisoned his entire Clan.]
[His son died, his daughter-in-law died, and now only one granddaughter, Dugu Yan, remains.]
[If no accidents occur, according to the nature of their Clan's Poison Backlash, Dugu Yan probably won't live past thirty.]
[When that time comes, this old man will truly be left all alone.]
The part about not living past thirty was, of course, made up by Dante.
If Dugu Yan had this Diary copy, she would definitely be nervous, and then his importance could be demonstrated.
Boom!
If the previous words only made Dugu Yan angry.
Then this passage was like a bucket of ice water, drenching her to the core.
Her originally flushed small face instantly turned deathly pale.
"Won't live past thirty?"
Dugu Yan's pupils contracted violently, and her body trembled uncontrollably.
She wanted to refute it.
But the words reached her lips, yet she couldn't say them.
Because she remembered her deceased parents, remembered her grandfather's bone-piercing cough every rainy day, and the occasional stinging pain she felt in her Meridians.
This Dante, how could he know so clearly?!
She had once asked her grandfather if there was something wrong with her body.
But her grandfather said it was likely because her cultivation speed was too fast, and combined with their unique Martial Soul, her body hadn't adapted to the toxins, so this phenomenon was normal.
As long as the cultivation speed slowed down a bit, there would be no problem.
And she naturally had no doubts about her grandfather.
So now she was thirteen years old and only had rank twenty-six Soul Power; this was even with the System adding one rank, otherwise it would have only been rank twenty-five.
It seemed now that her grandfather had lied to her.
This was Martial Soul backlash; she was poisoned!
Beside her, Ye Lingling looked at her best friend's appearance, a flash of pity in her eyes.
Although she usually had a cold personality, Dugu Yan was one of her few friends.
"Yan Yan..."
Ye Lingling reached out and gently held Dugu Yan's cold little hand.
"Don't panic yet."
"Since this Dante can point out your Clan's secret in one word, it shows he understands your situation very well."
"Since he understands the cause of the illness, then he... might have a cure?"
Ye Lingling's words were like a bolt of lightning, instantly piercing the darkness before Dugu Yan's eyes.
That's right!
Since Dante knew it was "Poison Backlash," he must know how to detoxify it!
As if grabbing a life-saving straw, Dugu Yan suddenly raised her head and stared fixedly at the diary.
"Write it quickly!"
"Bastard! Since you know, then write down the detoxification method!"
She screamed frantically in her heart.
However.
The text on the diary came to an abrupt end—just like that.
Gone.
What followed was a desperate blank space.
"Ahhh!"
"Dante! You bastard!"
"You did it on purpose! You definitely did it on purpose!"
Dugu Yan was so angry she almost went on a rampage on the spot; if Ye Lingling hadn't been quick to hold her down, she probably would have flipped the table in front of her.
Dammit!
This made Dugu Yan's expression not look very good; cutting off at the critical moment, are you impotent or something!