Qin Feng Exposes Shrek, Ning Rongrong Breaks Down!

"Who are you calling a pair of Aces?!"

"This young lady is still developing! Still developing, alright!"

Ning Rongrong was so incensed that she jumped straight off the bed, rushed to the full-length mirror, and turned sideways to inspect herself.

Although... it was true that she wasn't as chesty as Zhu Zhuqing, she was definitely petite and exquisite; how could anyone possibly call her a pair of Aces?

"That Zhu Zhuqing, that's a mutation! It's not normal!"

"Comparing me to her? Qin Feng, you big idiot, you're so shallow! A low-class man who only knows how to look at breasts!"

Ning Rongrong clawed at the air in front of the mirror, wishing she could rush over right now and gouge Qin Feng's eyes out.

The smugness she felt just moments ago vanished into thin air, leaving behind only a heart full of grievance and indignation.

She took a few deep breaths, forcibly suppressing the urge to throw her book, and sat back down on the bed.

"I'll see what other nonsense you can spit out!"

Her gaze returned to the diary.

[And she still has the personality of a spoiled young miss right now; she needs some serious discipline!]

Ning Rongrong sneered.

"Discipline? Very well, Qin Feng, you actually want to discipline this young lady?"

"In the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, even Sword Grandpa and Bone Grandpa wouldn't dare speak loudly to me, so who do you think you are?"

Though she, Ning Rongrong, might be a bit willful, that was only because she had been pampered; when did it ever become an outsider's place to criticize her?

However, the content that followed made her unable to flare up again, replaced instead by a bone-chilling coldness.

[Although Ning Rongrong has the temperament of a spoiled young miss, her nature isn't bad. It's a pity that she ends up hanging out with the Shrek crowd and gets completely corrupted.]

[Ning Rongrong is quite a pity!]

[As the saying goes, one who stays near vermilion gets stained red, and one who stays near ink gets stained black. In the end, Ning Rongrong becomes extremely cold and heartless, knowing only how to be hateful. She has no regard for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Fengzhi, or the others in her eyes. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is destroyed by the Martial Soul Hall, and Sword Douluo even loses an arm protecting the sect. Yet, in the end, even after Ning Rongrong becomes a god, she only cares about her own amusement!]

Ning Rongrong's hand trembled, and the diary nearly fell to the floor.

"How is that possible..."

She muttered to herself, the color draining from her face in an instant.

"Cold and heartless? I would become like that?"

In her mind, although she was sometimes willful and prone to temper tantrums, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was her home, and her father and the two grandpas were the people she held dearest in this world.

How could she possibly stand by and watch the sect be destroyed without feeling a thing?

"Martial Soul Hall... destroyed the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"

Ning Rongrong felt a sense of suffocation.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was one of the Upper Three Sects, wealthier than an entire nation, and guarded by two Title Douluo; how could it be destroyed so easily?

And then there was Sword Grandpa.

The Chen Xin of the Sword path who had held her in his palms since she was a child and let her ride on his shoulders.

The Sword Douluo who was hailed as having the greatest offensive power in the world.

He lost an arm to protect the sect?

Ning Rongrong's mind conjured the kind face of Sword Douluo. Just imagining him covered in blood, his arm severed, made her heart feel as if it were being gripped tightly by a giant hand, hurting so much she couldn't breathe.

"No... I don't believe it! This must be fake! Qin Feng is just making things up to scare me!"

Ning Rongrong shook her head frantically, her eyes instantly turning red.

"How could I only care about my own amusement after becoming a god? I am the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect; I have a responsibility to protect everyone!"

She wanted to close the diary and stop looking at these terrifying words, but those lines of text seemed to possess a magical power, locking her gaze firmly in place.

At the very bottom of the diary, there was one more passage.

[In the end, she marries Oscar, but in Oscar's eyes, Ning Rongrong's status is nowhere near that of Tang San and the others!]

This passage became the final straw that broke Ning Rongrong's psychological defenses.

"Marry... Oscar?"

Ning Rongrong was stunned.

That uncle with the stubbly face who spent all day muttering lewd soul incantations to sell sausages?

That Oscar who, despite having some talent, was nothing but a loser in her eyes?

"Ugh..."

At the mere thought of having to face that face every day in the future and listen to him recite those disgusting incantations, Ning Rongrong felt her stomach churn.

The man she, Ning Rongrong, would marry, even if he wasn't a gentle, jade-like gentleman like her father, had to at least be an upright hero like Sword Grandpa.

At the very least, he had to be strikingly handsome, right?

What kind of thing was that Oscar?

What she found even more unacceptable was that the lecherous middle-aged man she married didn't even put her first, instead believing that the hypocrite Tang San was more important?

Is this my future?

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect destroyed, my loved ones slaughtered, myself turned cold-blooded and ruthless, and in the end, married to a lecherous middle-aged man whose heart was filled with another man?

Ning Rongrong slammed the diary onto her quilt, curling into a ball and shivering uncontrollably.

This was too absurd.

This was too tragic.

If anyone else had shown her these things, she would have torn their mouth to shreds on the spot.

But this diary had appeared so eerily, and the confidence Qin Feng displayed—that ability to foresee the future—along with his terrifying, unreasonable strength...

Everything told her that this might not just be a joke.

"No! I absolutely refuse to accept such a future!"

Ning Rongrong suddenly lifted her head, tears welling in her eyes.

"I am Ning Rongrong of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and I am the master of my own destiny!"

"I will not marry that sausage vendor! And I will not let Sword Grandpa lose his arm!"

The night deepened, and the shadows of the trees at Blue Tyrant Academy swayed in the wind.

Qin Feng sat before his desk, the tip of his pen scratching rhythmically across the paper.

After finishing Ning Rongrong's ending, he had no intention of stopping.

Recalling all the frustrations he felt while reading the original work, especially regarding the messy internal affairs of Shrek Academy, he felt an urge to vent.

[Come to think of it, Ning Rongrong is also a pitiful person.]

[When she first entered Shrek Academy, she complained a bit because she couldn't stand the dilapidated environment and the so-called devilish training. And what happened?]

[The entire Shrek Academy, from teachers to students, not a single person stood by her side.]

[That Flender, after taking so much money from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, turned around and wanted to physically punish a delicate support-type soul master, making her run laps? Is his brain broken?]

Qin Feng's writing was sharp, every word piercing the heart.

[The girls at Shrek are the same, huddling together for warmth, never once looking at Ning Rongrong, completely isolating her.]

[This so-called Shrek Academy claims to only recruit monsters, but in reality, it's just a collection of bullies who pick on the weak and cause trouble everywhere. It's a trash academy through and through!]

[They shout all day that "those who dare not cause trouble are mediocre," but when they actually cause trouble, don't they just rely on their backing to clean up the mess? It's ridiculous. Where wouldn't a monster be a monster? Why must they be monsters in your broken village?]

[It's purely clownish behavior, just like that Yu Xiaogang, always gilding his own lily!]

[And that Tang San, he's also a famous hypocrite. If others provoke him, it's a "path to death," but if he provokes others, it's only natural.]