Chapter 135: What’s Up with This Kid?

In the Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong—who was diligently cultivating—suddenly saw that the Replica of Zhao Ling's Diary had been updated. She flipped it open to take a look and furrowed her brows.

"Soul-Sealing Mark? A method that can seal someone's martial soul and soul power? Even a Title Douluo wouldn't be able to perceive the sealed one's power level?"

She couldn't quite understand—what was the point of such an ability? Hmm... Suddenly, Bibi Dong thought of something.

Now that she recalled, she had never sensed the aura of martial soul or soul power from Ah Yin (Yin'er) before. She used to think Ah Yin just had a useless martial soul and probably hadn't even reached level ten.

But thinking about it now, the complete absence of any soul-related aura didn't make sense—unless Ah Yin had never awakened her martial soul at all.

That was clearly impossible. Her husband, after all, was a powerful Title Douluo. There was no way he would fall for a woman who hadn't even awakened her martial soul—surely she wasn't just a pretty face.

Which meant the reason she'd never sensed anything from Ah Yin might be because Zhao Ling had used that so-called Soul-Sealing Mark on her.

As for why—Bibi Dong could only guess. In her mind, there were two possible reasons:

One, Ah Yin's martial soul was indeed very weak, and Zhao Ling sealed it to avoid exposing her low aptitude.

Or two, Ah Yin's martial soul was exceptionally strong—so strong it could provoke envy. Zhao Ling sealed it to protect her.

Between the two, Bibi Dong was more inclined to believe the latter. Either way, she didn't consider the possibility that Ah Yin was actually a soul beast in human form. All she knew was that she needed to work harder—she couldn't afford to fall too far behind Yin'er.

Meanwhile, in a secluded hut deep in the Star Dou Forest's ten-thousand-year soul beast region…

A fluffy pink rabbit was nestled in the arms of a beautiful young woman, nibbling on a carrot.

While munching, the rabbit kicked its hind legs and twitched its long ears, its ruby-red eyes suddenly fixing on the Replica of Zhao Ling's Diary that had appeared half a meter away.

The rabbit tilted its head in confusion and looked up at the woman holding her.

Huh? Why doesn't Mom seem to see the little book that just appeared?

It was right there in front of her, not even half a meter away—how could Mom not notice it?

She recalled yesterday, when she had tried to ask her mother what a great-granddaughter-in-law was, who the Silver Dragon King was, and what a great-great-granddaughter-in-law meant—but she hadn't been able to speak a single word.

No matter how hard she tried, no words came out. Even when she broke into a sweat, she couldn't say anything from the diary. It had frustrated her so much that she stomped her feet in protest.

But Mom had just thought she was excited to see her again and happily gave her a carrot to munch on.

Now, judging from Mom's reaction, she clearly couldn't see the strange little book. Unwilling to give up, Xiao Wu focused her thoughts and tried to open the diary replica.

Soon, that familiar deep male voice echoed in her mind. Hearing it, she turned excitedly to her mother and said:

"Mom, did you hear that voice?"

Xiao Rou looked down at her daughter in confusion, seeing the hopeful look in her eyes. She asked, "What voice? Xiao Wu, what's up with you? You're acting weird."

Xiao Wu froze. So it was true—only she could see and hear the strange diary and that mysterious man's voice.

But… she couldn't read! And although she could hear the voice reading it out, she couldn't remember most of what was said.

The little rabbit's legs stopped kicking, and her once-twitching ears drooped. She looked rather dejected.

Still, she perked her ears to listen carefully to what the man was saying.

Wait… he mentioned something called the Soul-Sealing Mark. It could seal a martial soul and soul power, making others think the sealed one was an ordinary person with no martial soul or soul power at all.

Did that mean she could use it too, once she transformed into a human?

Her mother had told her many times: soul beasts needed to blend quickly into human society after taking human form in order to stay safe.

She only had maybe ten or twenty years before she'd need to take on a human form—and then she'd likely have to go live among humans.

But her mother had also warned her that Title Douluo-level experts could see through such disguises. Those greedy humans wouldn't let a newly-formed 100,000-year soul beast escape—their soul rings and bones were too tempting.

But if she had this sealing technique, maybe she and her mother wouldn't be targeted by those greedy humans.

Unfortunately, she didn't know how to use it. The only one who could… was the owner of the diary.

Frustrated, Xiao Wu jumped out of Xiao Rou's arms and started hopping around the hut restlessly, looking thoroughly vexed. Xiao Rou was baffled.

What's wrong with this girl? Why is she suddenly acting so erratic? Could something be wrong with her?

That shouldn't be the case. This child is already close to becoming a 100,000-year soul beast. I just don't get it.

Sighing, Xiao Rou remembered she needed to go out and forage for food. She gently reminded Xiao Wu:

"Xiao Wu, Mama's going out to find some food. Stay home and don't run around, okay?"

With that, Xiao Rou slung a basket over her shoulder and left. But Xiao Wu kept bouncing around angrily in the hut.

Damn it! Why can that human use a technique to seal martial souls and soul power—and I can't?

If I had that ability, I could transform and go with Mom into the human world.

Once sealed, even Title Douluos wouldn't notice—how peaceful would life be for me and Mom among humans?

Meanwhile, far away in a dangerous, forbidden land—a cave where the ferocious beasts slumbered—the sudden appearance of Zhao Ling's Diary Replica woke the sleeping Silver Dragon King.

Annoyed, she grumbled, "Can you not disturb my sleep? Unless you've got a way to help me recover my strength faster…"

As soon as she said that, the diary replica vanished on the spot. The Silver Dragon King snorted coldly.

"Figures. As soon as I mention recovering my strength, it pretends to be dead. Useless thing."

Stretching lazily, she muttered, "Whatever. Sleep. Sleep is power. Must recover…"