Chapter 154: A Mortal Enemy Between Us

With an excited heart and trembling hands, Zhao Ling immediately used the Character Summoning Card.

As the summoning card disappeared, Zhao Ling quickly turned around, looking everywhere for Qian Renxue. But strangely enough, after searching for a long while, he couldn't even find her shadow. He was left utterly confused.

"Hey, system, where's Qian Renxue? Where's that girl?"

A new line of text appeared on the system panel.

[Character Summoning Card has taken effect. However, to fulfill the host's wish of becoming Qian Xunji's son-in-law, the system will arrange for Qian Renxue from a parallel timeline to be born in three years from now to Qian Xunji's future wife...]

Zhao Ling was stunned, completely speechless.

This damn system! Just moments ago, he was praising it for being thoughtful and considerate.

The card was supposed to summon the stunning Qian Renxue right in front of him!

But instead, the system arranged for her to be reborn in the belly of some future wife of Qian Xunji—who knows where or who that is—all under the excuse of fulfilling his "wish" of becoming Qian Xunji's son-in-law.

Zhao Ling felt like grabbing a knife and slashing the system. This was clearly revenge for his earlier inappropriate thoughts.

"You damn system, come out if you dare! This is a blood feud—I swear it!"

He thrashed about in the courtyard, shouting furiously at the air, but the system ignored him. Even the interface vanished, leaving him stomping in frustration.

His frenzied outburst was fully witnessed by the household servants who had come over after seeing the earlier lightning strike.

They exchanged puzzled glances. What's up with the master? Charred all over, hair standing on end—was he struck by lightning?

Still, the master's strength was truly something. Even after getting struck, he looked completely fine, bouncing around energetically. Just… his mental state seemed a bit off.

Yelling about some "damn system" and talking about a lifelong vendetta—what nonsense was that?

Meanwhile, Bibi Dong, Liu Erlong, and Ah Yin were roused from sleep by the earlier sudden thunderclap.

Before they had time to settle down again, they heard Zhao Ling's furious roar from the courtyard. All three women could only shake their heads in exasperation.

But when they saw the ghostly "Zhao Ling's Diary Copy" floating less than half a meter in front of them, their eyes lit up, and they all instinctively opened it using their mental power.

After reading the latest diary entry, the three women pouted in unison.

What was up with their husband?

They were all here with him right now, and he was thinking about Bibi Dong, who was thousands of kilometers away? That was just rude. Did they not make him feel happy enough?

Still, they weren't jealous. If Zhao Ling missed Bibi Dong even with three wives by his side, it only proved he wasn't the kind of man who forgets a distant lover the moment new ones are near.

If he had truly forgotten Bibi Dong just because they were around, that would have made him a scumbag.

However, none of them could figure out from the diary why Zhao Ling had suddenly lost his mind—only that it had something to do with that damn system.

Liu Erlong and Ah Yin had seen the "damn system" mentioned multiple times in past entries, but for Bo Saixi, the name was unfamiliar.

Even so, she began to suspect that this so-called "system" was the mysterious force behind the appearance of the diary copy.

At first, she thought the diary was a gift from the Sea God himself. But over time, something felt off. Now she was almost sure—this diary didn't come from the Sea God, but from that so-called "damn system."

"Hmph," Bo Saixi snorted inwardly. "That thing dares to upset my husband? Just wait. One day, I'll make you pay…"

Meanwhile, far away in Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong sat by the window in her bedroom, gazing northward at the stars, her thoughts drifting to Zhao Ling and Ah Yin.

Suddenly, a copy of "Zhao Ling's Diary" appeared before her with an alert: "New entry available." Her eyes lit up as she eagerly opened it. Zhao Ling's familiar voice echoed in her ears.

Reading his heartfelt words and hearing his voice express how much he missed her made Bibi Dong's heart melt with joy. As she suspected—her husband had always been thinking of her, just as she thought of him.

When she read the part where Zhao Ling warned her teacher not to have any "funny ideas" about her, she almost burst out laughing.

After these past days of close observation, she was 100% certain: her teacher absolutely had no inappropriate intentions toward her.

If anything, he treated her with a father's affection.

She had pondered the traumatic events that were supposed to happen to her and came to a conclusion that made sense to her.

According to the original timeline Zhao Ling knew, she would have fallen in love with Yu Xiaogang, a useless man from one of the Three Upper Clans—clans that were enemies of Spirit Hall.

No sane teacher would allow their prized student to marry into the enemy camp. So, to prevent that, her teacher might have tried to force her to stay.

But now that she was with Zhao Ling, a man with no enmity toward Spirit Hall—half a member already—her teacher would have no reason to do such a thing.

Besides, Zhao Ling's power and talent were extraordinary. It was only a matter of time before he became a god.

Her teacher wasn't stupid enough to risk offending a future god for one night of passion.

Far away, deep in the Star Dou Forest, in a small secluded house—

A little rabbit gnawed on a carrot while listening to the familiar voice of a man through the diary.

After finishing the entire entry, she tossed the carrot aside in frustration, puffing out her cheeks in anger.

"Why is it never about me—or even about Mom?!"

That Bibi Dong, that Qian Xunji—just a bunch of strangers! So boring!

From the kitchen, a gentle, beautiful woman walked out carrying a plate of stir-fried carrots and greens. Seeing her daughter's grumpy face, she asked with concern,

"What's wrong, little one? Are you upset because I took too long cooking? I'm sorry—I'll try to come home earlier next time."

The little rabbit shook her head, still pouting. "Mom, it's not your fault. I'm just…"

She tried to explain why she was mad—but once again, her voice was magically silenced.

Frustrated, she slumped onto the table.

"Forget it. If I can't say it, I won't. As if I care…"