Diary System—Chapter 110: Zhu Zhuqing Sees Blood for the First Time, Jealousy of Dai Weisi
The three assassins never imagined that the fourth prince would deny them the chance to beg for mercy, executing them without a word.
Years of loyalty to the eldest prince, Dai Weisi, had conditioned them to suppress the second prince, Dai Yuxuan, and the third prince, Dai Mubai, with relative ease. Their success had been tacitly approved by the imperial family, which allowed such behavior. If either of the two princes had the strength, they could certainly retaliate in kind.
Yet Dai Yichen's actions took them by surprise. Not only did their initial attacks miss, but within moments, they found themselves on the ground, heads pounding from inexplicable pain.
As they struggled to recover, they witnessed Dai Yichen preparing to unleash a devastating move. They wanted to invoke their names; doing so would adhere to the rules of their world. While they anticipated physical punishment, they had not expected death.
Dai Yichen was all too aware of this loophole, and he had no intention of letting them speak. They had ventured into his path, and now they had to face the consequences.
With a heavy heart, Dai Yichen cast his gaze toward the direction of Dai Weisi's villa, his face shadowed with concern.
The dormitories for princes were the epitome of luxury, resembling small villas rather than typical student accommodations. This arrangement facilitated the subtle—and often darker—rivalries that thrived among them. After all, residing alongside others would make their clandestine maneuvers far less convenient.
"Zhuqing, we should leave. If anyone finds us tomorrow, we will face the consequences," Dai Yichen said, allowing his attitude to soften as he disarmed himself. His expression became gentle—almost unrecognizable—an attempt to reassure Zhu Zhuqing.
However, Zhu Zhuqing shook her head firmly, her determination evident as she pulled Dai Yichen's hand away from covering her eyes and locked eyes with him. "No, Yichen, they're coming for me today. I'm involved in the royal competition now; I'll face these scenes sooner or later!"
Dai Yichen noticed his reflection in her eyes and sighed, a mixture of resignation and worry swirling inside him. "Alright, but just try not to vomit later."
Although Zhu Zhuqing was characterized as tough even in the original story, her experiences were limited. She had not encountered enough bloodshed before joining Shrek Academy to prepare her for the brutal realities of their world. The memory of feeling nauseous after slaying the Fierce God Team resurfaced; it was only natural to feel queasy after witnessing blood for the first time.
He recalled vividly the first time he saw blood—how he had felt pale, though he managed to suppress the urge to vomit. In his previous life, he was merely a college graduate navigating the mundane challenges of adulthood. Though he had seen death before, it never felt real until he witnessed it himself.
Dai Yichen could not help but admire the protagonists who traveled to foreign realms, seemingly unfazed after their first kill, as though familiarity with violence was etched into their very souls.
As he reluctantly pulled his hand away from Zhu Zhuqing, she gathered her courage and looked upon the scene—a headless corpse, the sight of which brought forth the pungent stench of blood. It hit her like a wave, overwhelming and thick.
Ugh—
Overcome by the grisly sight, Zhu Zhuqing dashed to the side to vomit, the remnants of her recent meal still fresh in her stomach.
Without disrespect, Dai Yichen approached her and retrieved a towel from the storage soul guidance device, gently wiping her mouth afterward. "Are you alright?" he asked, concern threading through his voice as he lightly patted her back.
Zhu Zhuqing paused, taking a moment before shaking her head. "I'm fine. This is something I'll have to experience sooner or later."
A flicker of anxiety crossed her features as she continued, "Yichen, after what you've done, won't there be any repercussions?"
"It's fine; their heads are now minced meat. Who could identify them?" Dai Yichen replied, a glimmer of cold resolve in his eyes. It was clear he needed to teach Dai Weisi a lesson he wouldn't soon forget, though Zhu Zhuqing remained oblivious to his deeper calculations.
The attack had originated from three soul elders. Had she not been there, the outcome could have been far worse for Zhu Zhuqing.
Dai Weisi was aware of his capabilities. If the assassins truly aimed at him, they would have sent more formidable foes.
These assassins were not particularly young; they appeared to be in their thirties or forties, yet they remained mere soul elders, a testament to their lack of talent.
"Yu Xiaogang: Who are you scolding? I am over fifty years old and a twenty-nine-level Soul Grandmaster. What did I say?"
Following the chaos, Dai Yichen saw no option but to escort Zhu Zhuqing back to her dormitory.
The Zhu family's dormitory was a unique presence within the female housing area, a small villa that stood apart from the others.
After ensuring Zhu Zhuqing returned safely, Dai Yichen did not head back to his dormitory immediately. Instead, he walked with deliberate calm toward Dai Weisi's residence.
Dai Yichen thought: I hope you are not at the college tonight; otherwise, prepare to remain in bed for a while!
Meanwhile, Dai Weisi had just finished a long, enjoyable shower, lounging comfortably on the sofa of his villa. A glass of red wine sat casually on the table, and he reclined with his upper body exposed, a smug smile gracing his lips.
Now that he thought about it, those three assassins should have already made their move, right?
He reveled in the thought of making Dai Yichen understand that the throne of the Star Luo Empire was solely his!
Even though Dai Yichen could not utilize the martial soul fusion skill, Hell White Tiger, with Zhu Zhuqing due to the mutation of his martial soul, Dai Weisi remained wary. Dai Yichen's growth was alarming, rapidly surpassing expectations. And with Zhu Zhuqing—a girl of exceptional innate full soul power—by his side, what would happen if his father one day lost his senses and betrothed the throne to them?
After all, innate full soul power had never existed within the royal family; having two at once was unprecedented. If they survived their youth, both would undoubtedly become Title Douluo in the future, something their empire had never seen—an overwhelming force.
Yet none of this was the only driving factor behind his actions. The true concern lay in his suspicion that Dai Yutian favored Dai Yichen, a notion that had crystallized the moment he had witnessed Dai Yichen's martial soul awakening at the tender age of six.
Typically, according to the ancestral precepts, Zhu Zhuqing would be betrothed to Dai Mubai, but that bond had been annulled because of Dai Yichen.
Normally, Dai Yichen had no right to participate in the competition. His martial soul was not a white tiger; however, there had been exceptions made.
In a kingdom where the emperor seldom joked, Dai Yutian had promised that Zhu Zhuqing would choose her fiancé. Yet, because of Dai Yichen, they created yet another exception.
He had caught wind of Dai Yutian's intention to arrange a direct betrothal between Zhu Zhuqing and Dai Yichen, but Dai Yichen had graciously declined, insisting on allowing things to unfold naturally.
Dai Mubai had been present when the news leaked, and the realization struck that his third brother was merely a waste of potential!
Which emperor would negotiate with a prince? As the eldest prince, Dai Yutian had always been relatively indifferent to him, yet there was a notable difference when it came to Dai Yichen. A surge of jealousy mingled with his unwillingness, and he struggled to contain it!
(End of this chapter)