33: Chapter 33 Qin Feng: Yu Xiaogang is a piece of trash! Liu Erlong breaks down!

"Thump, thump, thump."

A series of urgent knocks broke the silence of the night.

Immediately after, the door was pushed open.

Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong walked in one after another.

They originally lived in the dormitories arranged by the Academy, but due to the previous crushing defeat, they were all housed very close to each other.

"Xiao Wu, you're looking at that thing too?"

Ning Rongrong guessed.

Xiao Wu raised her head, her eyes red, like a startled little rabbit.

She hurriedly tried to hide the diary, but when she saw that Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong were holding booklets of the exact same style, her movement stopped.

"You... you received one too?"

Xiao Wu's voice was somewhat hoarse.

Zhu Zhuqing nodded, closed the door behind her, and her expression turned solemn.

"It seems we aren't the only ones."

The three sat around the table, and the three black copies of the "Qin Feng diary" placed in the middle looked particularly bizarre.

"This thing just appeared out of thin air on my bed."

Ning Rongrong spoke first, pointing at the cover, "It has my name written on it—a personalized copy."

"Mine too," Zhu Zhuqing said, her voice cool.

Xiao Wu sniffled, "Mine too... The contents in there, they're all fake, right?"

She still didn't want to believe that Tang San would harm her.

Zhu Zhuqing opened the diary and pointed to an entry about the Spirit Hall.

"Whether it's fake or not, we'll know once we verify it."

"It says here that the Spirit Hall will perish in the future, and Bibi Dong will even die at Qin Feng's hands."

"Look at the real-time message board here."

Zhu Zhuqing pointed to the lines of small text appearing below the diary page.

That was the "bullet screen," or rather, the "reaction record," visible to the diary holders in this specific area.

[Pontiff: Qin Feng, how dare you curse this Seat?]

[Pontiff: Shrek must die.]

"Even the Pontiff of the Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong, is reading this diary, and judging by her reaction, her defense is clearly broken."

Zhu Zhuqing analyzed calmly, "If this diary were just a prank, someone of Bibi Dong's stature wouldn't care this much. Since she believes it, it means the things recorded in this diary have a high probability of being true."

Ning Rongrong added from the side: "Moreover, this diary can even grant rewards. Qin Feng mentioned in the diary that he received a Soul Power increase and an external Spirit Bone just by closing the diary previously."

"If it were just a lie, who could offer rewards this godly?"

"Perhaps... maybe if we perform well, we can also receive some reward, helping us evolve our Spirits?"

Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up.

Transforming the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda into the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda was her lifelong dream.

If this diary was truly that miraculous, perhaps...

As Xiao Wu listened to the two analyze, her complexion grew paler.

Even Bibi Dong believed it.

There were even rewards.

The diary said she was a Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Beast, and that Tang San was scheming against her...

"Third Brother... is he really only nice to me because of the Spirit Bone?"

Xiao Wu clutched her chest, which felt as if it were being pierced by needles.

She recalled the look in Tang San's eyes when he looked at her—though gentle, it sometimes held an indescribable depth.

Before, she thought it was deep affection; now, thinking back, could it have been... looking at a rare treasure?

"But, why?"

Xiao Wu murmured to herself, "Why must my fate be a sacrifice?"

"Because you are weak."

Qin Feng's voice seemed to transmit through the diary.

Of course, this was Xiao Wu's illusion.

Zhu Zhuqing looked at the distraught Xiao Wu.

"The only way to change fate is to get in touch with Qin Feng."

Zhu Zhuqing closed the diary, her tone firm, "Since he can foresee the future, it means he is the variable."

"The mechanism of the diary seems to be that as long as Qin Feng mentions us more in the diary, or if our actions change the plot, we might receive rewards, or even change the future."

Ning Rongrong nodded in agreement and clenched her small fists.

"Exactly! Whether it's for my Sect or for myself, I cannot just sit here and wait to die."

"Although that Qin Feng is annoying, he said one thing correctly: Shrek... perhaps truly isn't where we belong."

"The next time we meet, this young lady will definitely make him pay!"

Saying this, Ning Rongrong's face flushed, and she gritted her teeth, "How dare he say I'm easy! I'll make him open his eyes wide and see clearly!"

Xiao Wu looked at the determined eyes of her two companions, and the scales in her heart began to swing violently.

On one side was Third Brother, whom she had known for many years; on the other was the mysterious diary that foresaw everything.

Perhaps, I should also go and test Qin Feng?

At least, I need to figure out what that 'Asura God's Scabbard' really means.

...

Qin Feng was unaware that the three girls had already formed a united front.

He wrote with enthusiasm, his writing style shifting, and he thought of that fiery woman again.

"Besides these few youngsters, Liu Erlong of the Lanba Academy is also quite the catch."

"Although she's a bit older, she still possesses lingering charm, that mature 'auntie vibe,' and her figure is simply like a ripe peach."

"It's just a pity that this woman's taste in clothing is truly too poor!"

"With such a good figure as a foundation, she insists on dressing so inappropriately, completely failing to show off her charm! It's simply a waste of heavenly gifts."

"What's even more frustrating is her taste in men."

"Her taste is abysmal; she actually fell for Yu Xiaogang, that piece of trash, and he's even her own cousin!"

"Isn't that incestuous? Is her brain filled with paste?"

"It's one thing to have a fiery temper, but she mindlessly defends Yu Xiaogang."

"It's truly laughable. The funniest part is that Liu Erlong actually likes Yu Xiaogang because she admires his so-called 'talent.'"

"I just have to ask, how much talent does Yu Xiaogang actually have?!"

"Just now in the Great Spirit Arena lounge, during the theoretical debate, I cornered him into silence; he couldn't even fart, completely inferior to me!"

"Moreover, most of Yu Xiaogang's so-called 'Ten Core Competencies of Spirits' were plagiarized from the Spirit Hall's library!"

"He takes other people's research results, puts his own name on them, parades around deceiving people, and when he's exposed, he puts on the guise of a misunderstood master."

"Is this the so-called 'Grandmaster'? I think 'Grand Deceiver' is more fitting!"

"Yu Xiaogang, a complete hypocrite!"

After Qin Feng finished writing, he tossed his pen onto the desk, feeling refreshed.

...

At this moment, in the Dean's office of the Lanba Academy.

Liu Erlong was pacing back and forth anxiously, worried about Xiaogang's mood.

Suddenly, a black booklet appeared on her desk.

She picked it up doubtfully and flipped through it. After just two glances, the expression on her face became extremely vivid.

"Lingering charm... auntie vibe?"

Liu Erlong subconsciously touched her face, and the corner of her mouth couldn't help but curve upward.

"You have good taste, kid. My charm back in the day was..."

But immediately, her smile froze.