Fart God Gangzi! (Seeking Collection, Seeking Follow-up Reads)

The next day.

Sea God Temple, family banquet.

Feng Yan stood outside the hall, taking a deep breath.

Then, summoning his courage, he walked inside.

"Uncle Feng!"

A pink figure rushed out, throwing herself directly into his arms.

Six-year-old Tang Wutong.

"Uncle Feng, why are you only just arriving! I've been waiting for you for so long!"

Feng Yan froze.

The little girl in his arms tilted her head to look at him, her eyes curving into crescents as she smiled.

"Uncle Feng?"

Tang Wutong tilted her head, "Why are you spacing out?"

"N-nothing."

Feng Yan snapped back to reality, his gaze sweeping over her with affection before he ruffled her hair.

"Wutong, where is the Sea God?"

Tang Wutong pulled his hand and led him inside, "Come on, come on, everyone is just waiting for you!"

Feng Yan was dragged into the main hall, and as soon as he looked up, he saw Tang San on the main seat, whispering something to the person beside him.

That person had a buzz cut, wore a plain, pitch-black scholar's robe, and had a thin, gaunt face.

Grandmaster...

No... he should be called the Fart God Yu Xiaogang now.

Originally, Yu Xiaogang was supposed to stay on the continent and wait for death.

However, with the goal of disgusting Tang San, and since he didn't have anyone else he cared about, Feng Yan simply brought Gangzi up to the God Realm.

He even thoughtfully found a third-tier god position for Yu Xiaogang—the Fart God!

He would never forget the look in Tang San's eyes when he brought him up to the God Realm...

The Fart God was truly worthy of being the Sea God's teacher; he had nothing to do all day but run to the Sea God Temple to lecture the Sea God just to feel relevant.

This had led to quite a few jokes.

For instance:

"San! Why didn't you bring Er Long to the God Realm!"

"San! Just open a back door for me and let this Grandmaster return to the Douluo Continent!"

It made Tang San so angry he nearly held his trident to Yu Xiaogang's throat.

Feng Yan was watching, mesmerized, when Xiao Wu walked over to invite everyone to take their seats.

"Don't just stand there, the food is getting cold."

Everyone took their seats one after another.

Feng Yan was placed to Tang San's right, with Xiao Wu on his left, and Ning Rongrong and Oscar opposite him.

Six-year-old Tang Wutong, sitting to the side, kept glancing toward Feng Yan.

Yu Xiaogang sat at the other end of the long table, as far from Tang San as possible.

Clearly, this had been arranged on purpose.

But the Fart God's volume could not be blocked by distance.

"San!"

Yu Xiaogang raised his glass high and said, "Come, this teacher toasts you!"

Tang San lifted his cup, his smile proper: "You are too polite, Teacher."

"Polite, what's there to be polite about!"

Yu Xiaogang drained his glass in one gulp.

"Back at Nuoding Academy, this teacher discovered your uniqueness, and indeed, you did not disappoint me!"

Tang San nodded: "I have always kept your teachings in my heart, Teacher."

"Of course!"

Yu Xiaogang set down his glass and continued: "Right, that Asura Divine Sword of yours, why not lend it to this teacher to take a look?"

Tang San's smile stiffened: "Teacher, that is a Super Divine Tool..."

"Hmph, if you won't lend it, then don't."

Yu Xiaogang waved his hand, his tone shifting immediately as he continued.

"Then why don't you get me a new god position? The name Fart God is too ugly; change it to something more imposing."

Tang San took a deep breath, seemingly holding something back. "Teacher, god positions aren't things you can just swap whenever you want."

Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaogang slammed his hand onto the table.

"Then you should at least think of a way!"

"You are a God King, you can't even handle this small matter?"

Ning Rongrong kept her head down, shoveling food into her mouth, though her peripheral vision kept darting toward Feng Yan.

Oscar, meanwhile, looked at her with a lecherous expression and said, "Rongrong, this is a dish I learned from the God of Emotions, Rong Nianbing. You should eat more."

"Oscar, can you not be so disgusting? Look at Brother Feng..."

Ning Rongrong replied.

Dai Mobai and Zhu Zhuqing seemed to be having some sort of conflict, remaining silent throughout the meal.

As for Ma Hongjun?

Ever since he became a god, he had no further interaction with these people.

Feng Yan raised his wine glass, silently using it to shield his face.

Yu Xiaogang suddenly looked at him, saying in a grave and earnest tone:

"Little Feng, you are a good child. I have always remembered that you were the one who brought me to the God Realm."

"How about this, you talk to Little San for me and get my god position changed?"

"Teacher!"

Tang San's patience seemed to have reached its limit, his voice louder than before.

"We will discuss this matter later!"

Damn Gangzi!

Why didn't you just grow old and die on the Douluo Continent!

You've already become a god, yet you're still not satisfied!

The entire hall fell silent in an instant.

Yu Xiaogang froze, his hand holding the wine glass suspended in mid-air.

Everyone looked at Tang San in unison.

Tang San also realized he had lost his composure; he forced a smile and said:

"Teacher, let's eat first."

Yu Xiaogang opened his mouth, but in the end, he didn't say anything else and sat down sheepishly.

The atmosphere became somewhat awkward for a moment.

Feng Yan lowered his head to eat, his peripheral vision catching the sight of Tang San's hand turning white as he gripped his teacup.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

It looks like he's been angered quite severely.

Just as Feng Yan was enjoying the show, he felt something soft against his leg.

Looking down, he saw Tang Wutong had slipped off her seat at some point, hugging his leg and looking up at him with eager, wide eyes.

"Uncle Feng, hold me."

Feng Yan was stunned for a moment before bending down to pick her up.

The six-year-old girl was soft and squishy; she leaned into his chest, her small hands clutching his lapels.

"Wutong, is Oscar's cooking not to your liking?"

Feng Yan's tone was full of affection.

"Xiao Qi."

Xiao Wu spoke up at this moment.

"Don't bother your Uncle Feng, come over here and eat."

"No."

Tang Wutong buried her face in Feng Yan's chest.

"I want Uncle Feng to feed me."

Tang San's gaze swept over inadvertently.

He looked at Tang Wutong nestled in Feng Yan's arms, looked at that small face tilted upward, and looked at those curved eyes...

He suddenly paused.

These brows... this little face...

Why do the two of them look a bit alike?

"San?"

Xiao Wu's voice interrupted his train of thought.

Tang San snapped back to reality: "Hm?"

"What are you spacing out for?"

Xiao Wu placed some food into his bowl.

Tang San nodded and lowered his head to eat.

His gaze shifted away from Feng Yan.

Do they look alike?

Perhaps it was just because he had watched her grow up; after spending so much time together, there would naturally be some resemblance...

Right!

That must be it!

Tang San didn't let his mind wander in any other direction.

It made sense.

After all, who could have imagined that his daughter was actually the child of Old Feng next door...

Feng Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It was fortunate that Xiao Wu had stepped in just in time, otherwise, Tang San might have truly noticed something.

He looked down at the little one in his arms, who was gazing up at him with eager eyes, her small mouth slightly parted, waiting to be fed.

He picked up his chopsticks.

"What do you want to eat?"

"That one."

Tang Wutong pointed at the sweet and sour fish on the table.

Feng Yan picked up a small piece, carefully removed the bones, and brought it to her lips.

Tang Wutong opened her mouth and ate it.

"Delicious!"

"Then eat some more."

He picked up another piece.

Feng Yan looked down at that little face, his heart softening into a puddle.

She was truly worthy of being his own flesh and blood.

The way she smiled was exactly like him when he was a child.

He just wondered if she would awaken his Martial Soul...

Wait!

Martial Soul!

How could he have forgotten about that!

Wutong was almost at the age to awaken her Martial Soul; what if she awakened his flame...

And then Tang San stared at him with a look of utter confusion...

The image was too beautiful; he dared not imagine it.

"Uncle Feng, why has your face gone pale?"

Tang Wutong looked up at him.

"It's... it's nothing."

Feng Yan regained his composure and forced a smile: "What else do you want to eat?"

"That."

Tang Wutong pointed at the dessert.

Feng Yan mechanically picked up a piece and brought it to her lips.

His mind, however, was racing at top speed.

What should he do?

Is it too late to run away now?

Countless thoughts flashed through Feng Yan's mind.

He couldn't run away.

He couldn't win in a fight.

Was he just waiting for his doom?

Then wouldn't his godhood have been achieved in vain?

Feng Yan looked down at the small face in his arms, and a sudden flash of inspiration struck him.

Got it!

He hurriedly pulled himself together and ruffled Tang Wutong's little head, "Wutong, after you finish eating, Uncle Feng will give you a gift."

"What kind of gift?"

Tang Wutong's eyes lit up.

"You'll know in a moment."

Tang Wutong nodded happily and opened her mouth again, waiting to be fed.

Feng Yan continued to feed her, though in his heart, he was already calculating how he should act out the scene later.