People are writing diaries in Douluo, Bibi Dong is crazy about it

**Chapter 174: Sharing Experiences in Raising Children?**

After vaguely guessing the identity of the figure before him, Zhao Ling couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Thank goodness he didn't see through the full extent of my intermediate Wild Combat Body.

Zhao Ling felt fortunate that the Sea God hadn't appeared while he was sharing "intimate moments" with Bo Saixi. That would've been mortifying.

Still, Zhao Ling was confused by something. Why had the Sea God mentioned his blood being golden, something supposedly unique to gods? His blood should be red, shouldn't it?

When the Sea God asked if he was the direct descendant of a deity left behind on the Douluo Continent, Zhao Ling found the notion laughable.

'I'm a descendant of Yan and Huang from Blue Star, not some native of this world, he thought. But if the Sea God claimed my blood was golden, it must be true. Perhaps the fully awakened intermediate Wild Combat Body had altered my blood's composition.'

That theory made sense to him, and with his confusion resolved, Zhao Ling straightened up, meeting the Sea God's gaze with calm confidence.

"I assume you are the Sea God. I am Zhao Ling. It's an honor to meet you here. However, I am no descendant of a god, as you suggest. I am simply a Titled Douluo—and, more importantly, I am Xi'er's husband."

The Sea God raised an eyebrow, perplexed by Zhao Ling's demeanor. 'This young man knows who I am yet remains so composed? Even a mere Titled Douluo should tremble before a first-level deity like me.'

The Sea God's gaze sharpened as he studied Zhao Ling further. His golden blood, his terrifying physique that even a god couldn't decipher—none of this aligned with Zhao Ling's claim of being "ordinary."

This boy must be the direct descendant of one or even two first-level gods, the Sea God thought. That would explain his golden blood and why he speaks so calmly. If he were to harm him, he'd likely have an enraged god—or gods—knocking on his door by tomorrow.

Deciding it wasn't worth the risk, the Sea God refrained from pushing further. Instead, he extended his divine sense to scan Poseidon Island, locating Bo Saixi almost instantly.

The Heart of Poseidon has already recognized her as its master? What audacity!

The Sea God frowned deeply. He had deliberately exiled the Heart of Poseidon to find a worthy successor for his position. Bo Saixi wasn't supposed to inherit it—she had never shown enough potential.

Observing the Sea God's expression, Zhao Ling smirked and said casually, "Sea God, why not reassess her qualifications now? Are you certain she isn't worthy of inheriting your throne?"

The Sea God snorted. "Talent is determined at the awakening of one's martial soul. It's not something that—"

The Sea God abruptly paused, his divine senses picking up on the dramatic improvement in Bo Saixi's qualifications.

Her talent now far exceeds what it was before. Back then, she barely qualified to be the high priestess. But now...

To the Sea God's shock, he detected a faint trace of golden blood within Bo Saixi. He quickly deduced its origin: the young man before him.

Unbelievable. This boy's influence has fundamentally changed her! But how?

Despite his confusion, the Sea God was overjoyed. If Bo Saixi was now capable of inheriting the Sea God's throne, he no longer needed to search for another successor.

Once she completed the Nine Tests of Poseidon, he could pass on his divine position and finally ascend to greater realms.

For the first time, the Sea God regarded Zhao Ling with genuine appreciation.

"So... boy, this transformation in Saixi—was it your doing?"

Zhao Ling nodded without hesitation. "Of course. Who else could it be?"

The Sea God's impression of Zhao Ling improved even further. There's no doubt now—this boy must be the descendant of a god or even a god king. To enhance another person's qualifications like this is beyond extraordinary.

The Sea God's curiosity got the better of him, and he decided to approach the subject indirectly.

"Kid, your parents must be incredible to raise someone like you. Can you introduce me to them? Perhaps we could exchange notes on raising children."

Zhao Ling blinked, utterly dumbfounded. Did this so-called Sea God just ask to swap parenting tips?

His stomach churned. What kind of god does this guy think he is? He's more like a busybody gossiping about other people's families.

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