The instant Holy Son Chu Tian saw the thick, black-leather book with the brass corner-clasps in ten-year-old Gu Nian’s hand. The blood didn’t just drain from his face—his soul nearly flew straight out of the top of his skull!
Because his [Peach-Blossom Harem System] only displayed target names and percentage bars, Chu Tian had kept a personal. Handwritten Black-Leather Accounting & Blackmail Diary for the past two years to keep track of which clan heiress had which secret birthmark. How much her family’s spirit vein was worth on the black market.
Which demonic buyer had placed the highest bid for her body once he finished draining her cultivation!
If that diary was read aloud in front of the eighteen awakened Saintesses and the five thousand sect representatives gathered on Peach-Blossom Lake tonight. He wouldn’t just lose his reputation—every righteous clan in the Nine Continents would hunt him down and skin him alive!
“GIVE THAT BACK, YOU LITTLE BRAT!”
Ignoring his cracked spine and his torn inner thigh, Holy Son Chu Tian let out a feral. Desperate shriek, ignited a ball of Rank 5 Mid Crimson Corpse-Ash Flame in his right palm. Lunged across the jade platform straight toward ten-year-old Gu Nian—not to snatch the book back, put to incinerate the black-leather diary into unrecognizable ash before anyone could open the cover!
