Longevity: After Six Thousand Years, The Diary Was Exposed - Chapter 52 - Chapter 52 – The Diary Continues — The Empress’s Troubles!

“Demoness!”

“If you’ve got the guts, then kill us! We’d rather die than become little eunuchs!”

In a pitch-dark dungeon, Du Jiuyou and the remaining disciples of the Jiujue Sect were all imprisoned.

Of course, only a dozen or so were left.

The rest had already perished—souls and bodies destroyed under cruel torture.

Du Jiuyou had been completely crippled. His cultivation was ruined, and soul-suppressing nails had been driven into his acupoints all over his body.

But that wasn’t the worst of it.

What truly drove him mad was that he—once a proud cultivator at the Void Refinement stage—had actually been castrated.

Now, every time he got agitated, it would start “raining” between his legs.

It was utterly maddening!

Hence the opening scene, where he screamed hoarsely at Wei Lan in rage and despair.

Wei Lan, dressed in court robes, smiled as she shook her head and replied:

“Her Majesty the Empress has shown mercy—you all don’t need to become eunuchs anymore!”

“In a bit, I’ll even have someone send you back to the Jiujue Sect. You’re completely free now.”

Du Jiuyou was stunned, a flicker of disbelief flashing in his eyes.

He had already prepared himself to die.

He hadn’t expected to hear this all of a sudden, and for a moment, couldn’t bring himself to believe it.

The others from the Jiujue Sect had similar reactions.

“Could it be… our Sect Master came to rescue us…”

The only explanation Du Jiuyou could think of was that the sect hadn’t abandoned them.

Perhaps they’d pressured Ye Qingge, or paid a hefty price—forcing her to finally relent and release them.

With that thought, gratitude surged in Du Jiuyou’s heart, nearly bringing tears to his eyes.

But then, Wei Lan smiled playfully and added:

“But don’t celebrate too early. Before we send you back, you’ll get to try my latest invention…”

“It’s called the Immortal Rod!”

A flash of madness glinted in Wei Lan’s eyes as she continued, “We’ll skin you, extract your tendons, break your bones, then cut off your limbs and refine you with true fire—just like forging an artifact.”

“We’ll turn you into a rod-shaped living treasure.”

Du Jiuyou and the others turned pale, faces twisted with horror.

They knew full well: if this demoness said it, she would do it.

In that case, perhaps death would be the only escape.

Wei Lan let out a cold laugh and turned to leave.

Moments later, her icy voice echoed again:

“Just wait—you’re only the beginning. Soon, the entire Jiujue Sect will follow you into the grave.”

Bang! The dungeon door slammed shut.

———

At this moment, the light curtain on the communication array shimmered— the diary had updated again.

Amid everyone’s anticipation, a new entry was revealed:

Immortal Emperor’s Diary, Page 26:

[Time has flown by—just like that, a whole month has passed.]

[We’ve been staying in the inn this whole time and haven’t gone out once. The innkeeper even came to check on us several times to make sure we were still alive.]

[Phew…]

[After going wild for an entire month, it’s time to switch to sage mode!]

[Too bad I don’t have a cigarette. A puff of smoke right now would be more blissful than becoming an immortal!]

[It’s time to head out, take a stroll, see the splendor of the Central Region, and experience the local customs.]

[Most importantly, I need to find some spiritual herbs or blood and meat from qi-boosting spirit beasts to replenish my losses from this past month!]

[After all… one drop of what, three drops of what again?]

[Even an old Nascent Soul monster, when facing this kind of opponent, is nothing special.]

[No more writing—my back’s about to break!]

[That’s it for today. Time to start planning the next leg of the journey.]

That was the end of the diary entry.

Not particularly long—

But the content was once again rich and provocative, sparking a new round of gossip among the peanut gallery cultivators.

“Hiss—”

“As expected of the Immortal Emperor… terrifying beyond words. An entire month of madness?”

“That’s insane! Hahaha!”

“Sage mode? What kind of body-tempering technique is that? Does it boost power and speed after it activates?!”

Of course, not everyone focused on the romantic escapades.

Many keen-eyed readers zoomed in on the unfamiliar phrases:

“What’s this about smoke the Emperor mentioned? A single puff and it surpasses immortality? It can’t be something simple! What kind of treasure is that?!”

“And what’s this ‘sage mode’? Worth researching!”

“Also, what’s up with that one-drop-three-drop line—what exactly is being measured there?!”

“This diary looks ordinary, but it hides great mysteries and fortunes! We need to study it carefully and decipher the hidden secrets!”

…

Jade Pool Holy Land.

After reading the diary entry, Yuan Ruoyu bit her red lips lightly, flushed with shame and indignation, and muttered:

“We didn’t go out for a whole month… How is that my fault?”

“And he even had the nerve to write that his waist was nearly broken. As if I wasn’t—”

Ahem!

Her face instantly turned as red as a blazing sunset.

That momentary bashfulness and coy demeanor seemed to drain all color from the world, leaving only her beauty.

Who would have believed it?

This graceful fairy maiden was actually the renowned and awe-inspiring Holy Lord of the Jade Pool Holy Land—feared throughout the land.

After a while, Yuan Ruoyu’s expression calmed. Her gaze drifted off into the distance, and a hint of nostalgic ripples stirred in her eyes.

Memories from the past came rushing back.

Before she realized it, she was already lost in thought.

She remembered how, after leaving the inn, they wandered leisurely through Liuyun City, even attending an auction together. They flew to the top of a tall pavilion, gazed down at the world… shared a moment of tender affection—ahem.

Then they left the city to seek spiritual herbs and hunt beasts in the Liuyun Mountains.

And inside a certain stone cave deep within those ancient mountains… they had rekindled those old feelings, and once again couldn’t help themselves…

Cough cough!

Yuan Ruoyu gave a light cough, shook her head, and snapped back to reality.

She let out a bitter smile and said helplessly:

“Why are all those memories so heart-racing…”

Now she was starting to get anxious again.

If all that ended up in the diary too… what then?

But then she remembered—during their time in the Liuyun Mountains, they did do quite a few normal things too.

She could only hope that Lin Feng would write down more of the serious parts in the diary!

If this kept up, even with her solid Dao heart, cracks were going to start forming!

…

Liyue Immortal Dynasty.

Today, Ye Qingge seemed to be in a bad mood. She abruptly ended the morning court session.

After all, at this stage, the diary likely wouldn’t reveal anything too important, so there was no need to discuss it further.

Aside from a few sharp-eyed ministers, most didn’t notice anything unusual.

Outside the Empress’s lavish bedchamber, many palace maids and guards were visibly nervous.

Because inside, the unmistakable sound of a whip lashing through the air was echoing again—loud and fierce!

Everyone knew: the Empress was furious.

“Hmph!”

Inside, Ye Qingge cracked her whip and gave a cold snort, gritting her teeth:

“A whole month?!”

“Next time, I’ll punish you—one year ban from descending the dragon bed!”

She paused, and even her usually frosty face blushed faintly.

She recalled…

She and Lin Feng had also shared similar experiences.

After a moment, another thought crossed her mind, and her expression turned complicated.

“I wonder… when will the diary write about me?”

Then her expression shifted again, her voice suddenly unsure:

“H-He’s not going to write everything in there, right…?”

“If he does, how am I supposed to maintain imperial dignity?!”

Ye Qingge, noble and supremely gifted, always radiated brilliance wherever she went.

This had long shaped her domineering, assertive nature, especially in front of others.

As an empress, her majestic presence was sacred to her.

She had once eagerly anticipated when Lin Feng would finally write about her in the diary.

She wouldn’t have minded even if her identity was exposed.

But now—!

She was starting to feel uneasy.

What if the diary reveals her sweet, gentle, spoiled side around Lin Feng? What then?

“Ugh…”

The mere thought gave Ye Qingge a headache.

Her imperial dignity might go down the drain!

In the future, who in the cultivation world would still tremble at the sound of her name like they did now?

After a long silence, Ye Qingge’s eyes turned cold. Her frosty, imperious air returned as she said with murderous intent:

“Hmph…”

“As long as he doesn’t write my name, let’s see who dares spread rumors!”

This was, after all, the Empress’s bedchamber—of course it had a projection array installed.

Just then, the light screen shimmered—the Immortal Emperor’s diary continued to update.

Soon, yet another diary entry was projected before everyone’s eyes.