Wutong Recognized Her Father

"What does Douluo Continent actually look like?"

Sea God Temple, there is a covered bridge standing amidst a sea of clouds.

Tang Wutong leaned against the bridge railing, her hands supporting her chin, her beautiful eyes blinking as she gazed at the surging sea of clouds in the distance.

For some reason, Tang Wutong always felt that there was something in the Douluo Continent that was constantly attracting her.

"I heard that Uncle Feng and Mom both ascended to the Divine Realm from the Douluo Continent."

As soon as she finished speaking, a pair of hands reached out from behind Tang Wutong and gently covered her eyes.

"Xiao Qi, guess who I am? There's a reward if you guess right."

The voice behind her was deliberately kept low, but Tang Wutong still recognized it immediately.

A slight smile curved her lips into a pretty arc as she said smugly, "Uncle Feng, no matter how you try to disguise your voice, I can still recognize it."

Feng Yan released her hand, walked around to her side, squatted down, and asked with concern, "Wutong, have you felt unwell anywhere lately?"

Tang Wutong tilted her head and thought carefully for a moment, "I don't feel uncomfortable, it's just that my memory seems very disordered, and... I seem to have forgotten a lot of things..."

Feng Yan's expression darkened. This was actually pretty much what he had guessed.

Separating the soul is no easy task; the slightest mistake can endanger life.

Fortunately, Wutong's other half of her soul is currently being nurtured in his Sea of Consciousness.

"Uncle Feng, where's the present?"

Tang Wutong's voice interrupted Feng Yan's thoughts.

He paused for a moment, then smiled and opened his personal space, taking out a finely carved silver-colored jade pendant.

The pendant is carved into a lifelike jade butterfly, with wings as thin as cicada wings, and the whole piece is very exquisite.

This item is the Moon Cold Jade that Feng Yan had previously acquired at auction. He had Niu Tian hire the best jade carver in the Douluo Continent to carve it.

Although Tang Wutong was born in the Divine Realm and absorbed a great deal of immortal spiritual energy from birth, making her physique far superior to that of mortals, she has ultimately not yet become a god.

The divine medicine from the Divine Realm was too potent; her small body simply couldn't withstand it.

Fortunately, the Goddess of Life had helped her years ago; otherwise, the celestial energy alone would have been enough to burst her apart.

"Wutong, this pendant can alleviate your current symptoms."

Feng Yan unfastened the clasp at the back of the pendant, wrapped it around Tang Wutong's neck, and personally put it on her.

"I also carved out a small space inside, not very big, only 100 cubic meters, which can store living things."

Tang Wutong lowered her head, looking at the butterfly pendant on her chest, her heart filled with mixed emotions. "Uncle Feng, why have you been so good to me since we were little?"

Feng Yan stood up, patted her head, and said, "Because you are... someone I watched grow up."

"And... in my heart, Wutong, you are my daughter."

Daughter?

Tang Wutong suddenly realized that Uncle Feng seemed to have been living a lonely life all this time.

If I were Uncle Feng's daughter, would he no longer be lonely? Would he have a family?

"Uncle Feng, can I call you godfather from now on? I'll take care of you in your old age."

Godfather? For retirement!

Wutong is only six years old, how did she know these two words?

Feng Yan originally intended to bring it up himself.

It was somewhat unexpected that Tang Wutong spoke first.

Suddenly, a thought popped into his mind.

Feng Yan asked in a deep voice, "Wutong, did the Sea God tell you to say this to me?"

Originally, he shouldn't have doubted Tang Wutong, but when he thought of that old scoundrel Tang San...

"Uncle Feng, how did you know?"

Tang Wutong let out a soft "hmm" and continued, "Dad said that as long as I acknowledge you as my godfather, you'll be part of our family, the kind that will never be separated."

Feng Yan took a deep breath, suppressing his rising anger, and asked, "Did the Sea God say anything else to you?"

"Uncle Feng, what's wrong?"

Tang Wutong didn't answer, but asked with a wronged expression, "Could it be... Uncle Feng doesn't want Wutong to be your daughter?"

When Feng Yan saw Tang Wutong's eyes, which were already somewhat red, the anger in his heart was instantly extinguished.

"How could that be, Wutong? From this day forward, you are my daughter Feng Yan's daughter."

Upon hearing this, Tang Wutong threw herself into Feng Yan's arms, wrapped her arms around his neck, and buried her face in the crook of his shoulder.

"Dad!"

"Wutong, I'm here."

Feng Yan gently patted Tang Wutong's back, but his thoughts were elsewhere.

We need to find a way to get Tang Wutong to the Douluo Continent in advance... and it would be best to bring the pregnant Xiao Wu along too...

Otherwise, he feared that Tang San might come up with another brilliant idea and create a "Ten Thousand Year Plan 2.0".

Although Feng Yan didn't know how Xiao Wu had managed to deceive Tang San last time, he was afraid it wouldn't be so easy this time.

Because Wulin in Xiao Wu's belly, is a boy, and Tang San, in his previous life as an ancient person, had a deeply ingrained preference for sons over daughters.

If daughters can be used as pawns and neglected, what about sons?

It's likely that their lives were planned from the womb, and from birth they were instilled with the idea that "you are the hope of the Tang Family."

Just thinking about it made Feng Yan's scalp tingle.

God Forbidden Land.

Tang San watched Yu Xiaogang's miserable state with great interest, his smile never fading.

"Hmph, I'll let you go today!"

After saying that, Tang San walked deeper into the God Forbidden Land.

He needed to "carefully" check the Golden Dragon King's seal; he didn't have time to play with Yu Xiaogang now.

As Tang San's figure gradually disappeared, the space in the bathhouse could no longer be maintained.

Space began to collapse, and Yu Xiaogang was back in the God Forbidden Land with a whoosh.

"I'm... finally out!"

Yu Xiaogang lay on the ground, his body feeling like it had fallen apart, as if it no longer belonged to him.

He looked around with difficulty, only to find that his wicked disciple had already disappeared.

Seeing this, Yu Xiaogang immediately threatened, "Tang San! You just wait! This Grandmaster will spare no effort to destroy you!"

Yu Xiaogang is now completely certain that his Fart God Nine Trials have been tampered with.

The one who did the trick was his most trusted disciple.

Why?

Why are you all treating this Grandmaster like this?

Suddenly, Yu Xiaogang thought of someone who would never betray him... Luo Sanpao.

"Sanpao... I've done as Feng Yan asked. Did he really revive you?"

As he spoke, Yu Xiaogang recalled that scene once again.

The Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King's Dragon God Claw descended, but Sanpao blocked it.

It was so small and so weak, yet it did not hesitate, it did not back down, and it was not even afraid.

It simply stood in front of him, using its small body to take the fatal blow for him.

Unable to contain his longing any longer, Yu Xiaogang looked up to the sky and cried out, "Sanpao, Gangzi, I miss you so much!!!"

Sister Sanpao was taken by a Divine Official to... a public toilet in the Divine Realm.

This place is not only a public toilet, but also the Fart God Temple, and her and Yu Xiaogang's home in the Divine Realm.