Ning Fengzhi Invites Me? Isn't That My Father-in-Law?!

Come to think of it, the author of a novel wrote himself into it. Tang San was the protagonist of this Douluo Continent novel. If he didn't get special treatment, that would completely go against the very nature of wish fulfillment!

Too bad I don't have that kind of talent. Otherwise, I'd definitely write a fanfiction about myself dominating Douluo Continent. Thinking about all those wives in Douluo Continent, they ought to have met someone like me.

But luckily, I transmigrated. I truly came to this real world of Douluo Continent, where I could change things a little.

In the novel, Tang San was the protagonist. He had protagonist plot armor and wouldn't die no matter how recklessly he acted. Now that this was the real world, I wanted to see whether he still had any so-called protagonist plot armor.

Pah! Utopian love, where he got to be selfish and self-serving while women couldn't even walk straight when they saw him and loved him to death? Did Tang San even deserve that?

Wei Feng spared no effort in looking down on him.

Back in the day, he had been a Keyboard Warrior who dominated the literary world.

In Summoner's Rift, he had once been a Pianist who ruled Zaun.

Keyboard in one hand, household register in the other, he had fought to his heart's content.

Now that he had truly entered the real Douluo Continent, he happened to have a system like the Diary.

Wei Feng felt his DNA stir.

It was the same feeling as his former invincible glory—when he could flame teammates while AFK with his words and surrender at the fountain with twenty votes through sheer force of will.

As The Women read the Diary, Wei Feng's ranting made them vaguely understand what the diary was saying.

They did not understand what Utopian love was.

There was no city called Utopia on Douluo Continent, either.

But the subsequent updates in the Diary Instance gave them a rough understanding of what that description meant.

Disgusting!

That was absolutely disgusting! Just how narcissistic was the novel's author?!

Wasn't that level of narcissism even worse than Wei Feng's? He didn't have to do anything at all?

With protagonist plot armor wrapped around him, women would still love him to death?

Goosebumps covered the floor.

That was how Xiao Wu felt.

Qian Renxue felt the same way.

Ning Rongrong, who was currently at the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena, was covered in goosebumps as well.

"There must be something wrong with this novel's author!"

"I've read quite a few novels before, but I've never seen writing this perverted!"

Ning Rongrong muttered under her breath.

Like Xiao Wu, she also had a Diary Instance.

As she watched the contents update in the Diary Instance, she recalled all the times she had cultivated alongside Tang San at Shrek Academy.

Although she still had some favorable feelings toward Tang San because he had given her the Aromatic Silk Beauty, she somehow still found it a little disgusting.

"Could Xiao Wu have a Diary too?"

"Xiao Wu and Tang San used to be very close, but now they suddenly seem to be having a conflict. Could it be that she also saw Third Brother's true face through the Diary Instance?"

Ning Rongrong's eyes shifted slightly.

As that thought emerged—

The Little Witch personality she had suppressed somewhat after entering Shrek Academy—

Suddenly began to revive.

"If Xiao Wu also has a Diary Instance, could I have a proper discussion with her about the diary's specific contents?"

"Hehe, I suddenly realized this seems pretty fun. The Diary Instance probably isn't something everyone has. Discussing the diary with Xiao Wu sounds rather exciting."

Ning Rongrong's Little Witch nature rapidly awakened.

As she pondered these things, she immediately felt there was much to be done.

"But in Xiao Wu's current state, can she still participate in the first match?"

"She must already be very dissatisfied with Third Brother. She might not even know whether she's been manipulated."

"Under these circumstances, wouldn't Xiao Wu be easily injured if she competed?"

Ning Rongrong could not help worrying.

Her concerned gaze crossed the railing and fell on Xiao Wu, who was aggrieved in Liu Erlong's arms.

"Xiao Wu, let's go. Mommy will take you to rest." Liu Erlong gently patted Xiao Wu's back as she spoke with concern.

After feeling wronged for a while, Xiao Wu felt a little comfort in her chilled heart from Liu Erlong's care and the Diary Instance.

"Mom, I still want to compete!"

"The students representing the academy this time were also carefully selected by you."

Xiao Wu spoke firmly.

Feeling Liu Erlong's gentleness, she forced down her discomfort toward Tang San. She did not want to disappoint Liu Erlong.

"That's wonderful. It's good that you're willing to compete, Xiao Wu!"

"Trust Third Brother. I'll definitely protect you."

Tang San had been agonizing over who to arrange as Xiao Wu's replacement.

When he heard Xiao Wu and Liu Erlong say this, he was immediately delighted.

Hearing Tang San's selfish and hypocritical words again, Xiao Wu gave him an icy look. "I told you, you're no longer my Third Brother!"

"I'm competing now not for you, but for my mother!"

Tang San froze on the spot.

Seeing Xiao Wu like an enraged little lioness, he suddenly had no idea what to do.

Liu Erlong also looked at Tang San with displeasure.

She had been about to persuade Xiao Wu not to force herself, but she never would have imagined that Tang San would blurt out "That's wonderful" at such an inappropriate moment.

Was this bastard really how he treated Xiao Wu? In a daze, she seemed to understand why Xiao Wu had suddenly become so disgusted with Tang San.

She thought it was perfectly normal for couples to have conflicts.

But in this situation—

She found herself thinking even less favorably of Tang San.

Even Yu Xiaogang, Tang San's teacher and the man she had loved for decades, had his standing lowered along with him.

In the spectator stands—

Wei Feng watched the matches while yawning.

Before long, Shrek Academy took the field.

Watching the match between Shrek Academy and the Heaven Dou Royal Academy's second team—

Wei Feng tried several times to perk up, but he still found it dull.

This is killing me! What sin did I commit to come watch the Soul Master Competition?!

This competition is too boring! Could it end already? Could today pass faster too, so I can go mooch off the system's rewards?!

The sudden rant inexplicably brightened the moods of The Women reading the diary.

Qian Renxue was the most obvious among them. Looking at the latest entry, she could not help a smile from appearing at the corners of her lips.

"I've finally found a way to deal with you, you scheming bastard."

"With her order in place, I refuse to believe you can't sit through the Soul Master Competition. No matter how boring it is, you can only keep sitting there!"

Qian Renxue said happily to herself.

Although she had not directly made Wei Feng suffer, she was quite satisfied to see him complain so listlessly.

Time crawled by, each day feeling like a year.

Wei Feng did not even know how he had endured until the midday break.

Once the morning matches were over, he inexplicably felt much more at ease.

"I'm finally free!"

"If this keeps up, I'll suffocate myself to death!"

Wei Feng sighed.

But before he could decide how to relax—

The attendant responsible for his daily needs in Heaven Dou City came over.

"Is something the matter?"

"Saint Son, Sect Master Ning of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect wishes to meet with you."

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"

Wei Feng was somewhat stunned.

Ning Fengzhi? The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect? Wasn't that my father-in-law? We had absolutely nothing to do with each other right now, so what did this sudden invitation mean?!