I'd Rather Be Xiao Yan's Lackey Than Tang San's Brother

I'd Rather Be Xiao Yan's Lackey Than Tang San's Brother

Forget it. Forget it. Tang San was bound to be picked apart sooner or later. I couldn't be bothered comparing myself to that guy right now.

No matter what, the readers' eyes were surely sharp. I'd rather be Xiao Yan's lackey than Tang San's brother—this was never a joke.

Someone so petty-minded and selfish to the extreme wasn't worth wasting my words on, even if I didn't have to write them by hand.

But if I kept padding out my diary and wasting all my thoughts on scum like him, wouldn't it feel like I was dragging down my own standards?

Hah, ptooey. What status did you, Tang San, have that made you worthy of me wasting so many words on a diary?

Fuck, you ruined my mood!

The diary updated once again.

Qian Renxue had assumed Wei Feng was about to write something earth-shattering again.

But when she saw the latest entry, she could barely hold herself together.

Just moments ago, seeing Wei Feng focus so much of his writing on Tang San had genuinely made her happy.

She remembered clearly that Wei Feng had said this Tang San would overthrow Spirit Hall and become a god in the future.

She wanted to see it.

She wanted to know exactly how Tang San had overthrown Spirit Hall in the things Wei Feng knew, and precisely how he had become a god.

Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated.

But now...

Damn Wei Feng!!

Just say it already!

How was I supposed to know what happened afterward if you didn't say anything?!!

Qian Renxue was about to lose her mind.

She had nearly forgotten how long it had been since she had felt such a ridiculous frustration.

Why was Wei Feng's character so awful?!

Did he just love leaving people hanging like this?!

"Saint Son, you suddenly stopped. Did you run into an acquaintance?"

Qian Renxue felt thoroughly uncomfortable inside, but mindful of her current identity, she still put on a gentle smile that nevertheless seemed ready to stab someone.

"Your Highness, you jest. I have lived in Spirit City for many years. Seeing so many young soul masters here to compete simply made me somewhat sentimental."

Wei Feng answered with a cheerful smile.

Qian Renxue went along with it. "The Saint Son is right. There are indeed many promising talents in the Soul Master Competition. Perhaps the Saint Son may select quite a few talented individuals for Spirit Hall as well."

"The first round of the Soul Master Competition is about to begin. Let me take you to your seats first!"

Qian Renxue said with a smile that did not reach her eyes.

At this very moment, she had only one thought.

She had to get Wei Feng into the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena immediately, without delay!

She couldn't let Wei Feng keep lingering here.

This was simply infuriating! I was the first one you called your wife.

I was standing right in front of you, yet you still had the mind to look at other girls.

This was intolerable!

"Then I'll have to trouble Your Highness to lead the way. I'm not very familiar with the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena."

"Just as Your Highness said, I should take this opportunity to do something worthwhile for Spirit Hall."

"There are so many talents here. If I select some to bring back, I'm sure Teacher will praise me."

One spoke, then the other.

Qian Renxue knew exactly what kind of person Wei Feng was.

Wei Feng knew Qian Renxue's true identity beneath Xue Qinghe's disguise.

The two childhood friends simply kept exchanging hollow pleasantries.

Seeing Wei Feng set off again, Qian Renxue relaxed slightly, but the smile on her face suddenly stiffened.

What a pity. My wife Qian Renxue was actually urging me into the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena. I was planning to linger here a while longer.

Sure enough, having too lofty an identity was uncomfortable. I had to act according to my current status.

The Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena, the Soul Master Competition—I couldn't be more familiar with them. I know by heart who competes first and who takes the stage!

This Soul Master Competition is utterly dull. It wouldn't matter if I skipped it. If not for getting to see all my wives, I might as well go back and sleep.

What could I do? My wife Qian Renxue had spoken. Luckily, Shrek Academy also had a match today, so I could watch my wife Xiao Wu beat people up.

That bastard Yu Xiaogang, what kind of tactics was he playing at? He only arranged for my wife Xiao Wu to fight in the first match. I wouldn't get to see my wives Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong at all.

Wei Feng, you damn womanizer!

Qian Renxue felt as though she had been toyed with, yet couldn't find anyone to hold responsible.

He kept calling her his wife, Qian Renxue, while constantly fussing over his other "wives."

What exactly is wrong with me, Qian Renxue? I have a figure, I have looks, I have status, and I have more than enough backing.

I'm putting all of Spirit Hall on the line to play along with you here, and you actually fell for a rabbit? Amid her frustration, Qian Renxue once again saw Wei Feng sighing and lamenting within the diary.

Then, from the corner of her eye, she looked at Wei Feng's calm and composed appearance.

For some reason, she felt a little better.

"My arrangement was indeed correct."

"For a womanizer like you, I should have brought you into the venue earlier."

"I'll make you sit here properly. Even if you're bored, you'll stay seated."

"You came with the task of recruiting talent for Spirit Hall. I refuse to believe you can just slip away."

Qian Renxue continuously comforted herself as she led Wei Feng and the others from Spirit Hall to their exclusive seating area.

"Saint Son, this is the area our royal family specially arranged for Spirit Hall."

"From here, you can clearly watch the entire competition."

"I hope the Saint Son will have an excellent experience at this Soul Master Competition."

"If the Saint Son needs any assistance, simply send someone to inform me."

"Qinghe will certainly provide the Saint Son and Spirit Hall with the greatest possible help in these matters!"

Qian Renxue continued speaking in an official tone.

Even so, she did not immediately leave the Spirit Hall section.

She could be certain that the moment she left, that bastard Wei Feng would sneak off to ogle other women again.

For every extra second she remained here, Wei Feng would have one less second to stare at other women so brazenly.

Although it delayed quite a few important matters.

Once her temper flared, Qian Renxue felt that she wasn't losing out.

"Then I'll thank Your Highness in advance. If there is a need, I will send someone to inform Your Highness."

"Spirit Hall will remember Your Highness's friendship."

Wei Feng spoke calmly.

No matter how one looked at him, he appeared remarkably easygoing.

Unmoved by favor or disgrace.

He gave others the illusion that he stood above worldly matters.

How could Qian Renxue not know that Wei Feng was putting on an act? A faint smile appeared on her face as she celebrated the correctness of her decision.

But the next moment...

The Diary Instance updated again.

When Qian Renxue saw the new content in the Diary Instance, she nearly toppled backward.

There were steps behind her. If she fell back, she would surely take a terrible fall.

She barely managed to steady herself and avoid making too much of a spectacle.

Yet the content updating in the Diary Instance continued to torment her.

N-No way!

Wei Feng, do you have to be this outrageous?!

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