[JX3] A Huage's Diary of His Father-in-Law's Growth into a Zhuanghua

[Preface: Putting this on hold for now. I'll start once it has enough bookmarks.

Although the male lead's soul is 46, his account is 20 years old.

So he has returned to youth. He looks younger than Zhuang Hua, and is permanently locked at 20.

He's a cloud player! He's forgotten most of the jokes and memes from Jian Wang 3.]

Lin Chengze, former prime minister of the Ming Dynasty and modern-day engineering student.

He's forty-six this year.

And he's transmigrated again...

But this time, he's become a low-level healer character in the Wanhua faction in Jian Wang 3. His ID is still the one he came up with during his edgy teenage years: "Who the heck is playing Sword Chi Flower?"

"Who the heck is playing Sword Chi Flower, Senior Brother? Are you all right?"

Lin Chengze (trying to struggle):

"W-wait a moment... Junior Sister, could you... call me something else?"

Junior Sister (innocent): "Huh? What should I call you?"

Lin Chengze (gently coaxing her): "Don't you think... this name is a little... too long?"

Junior Sister (thinking hard):

"Oh, you're right! But isn't your name 'Who the heck is playing Sword Chi Flower?'"

Lin Chengze (despairing): "...How about you just call me Senior Brother Lin?"

Junior Sister (readily agreeing): "Sure! Senior Brother Who the Heck Is Playing Sword Chi Flower Lin!"

Lin Chengze: "..." Save... me...

"Senior Brother Who the Heck Is Playing Sword Chi Flower, this way!"

"Senior Brother Who the Heck Is Playing Sword Chi Flower, you seem a little strange today."

Lin Chengze had given up correcting her. He wore the expression of a man who had lost all hope in life.

When he met Pei Yuan:

Pei Yuan (looking up, expressionless): "Who the heck is playing Sword Chi Flower, you're here."

Lin Chengze (making one last attempt): "Senior Brother... forgive my boldness, but could you... still call me Lin Chengze?"

Pei Yuan (glancing at him coolly, his tone leaving no room for argument):

"Within the sect, one should use a person's title.

Your name is 'Who the heck is playing Sword Chi Flower.' What is the problem?"

Lin Chengze: "..." I have no answer to that.

After Pei Yuan finished explaining the important business, he turned to leave, then seemed to remember something and turned back to add:

"By the way, Who the Heck Is Playing Sword Chi Flower,

I have a task for you. Go gather some polygala beneath Three-Star Gazing Moon."

Hearing Pei Yuan recite that ridiculous ID in his cool, serious voice, Lin Chengze finally broke down completely.

"What kind of bizarre place is this?! Are there no normal people here?!

Who the heck came up with this stupid name?!

Oh, I did... Never mind, then... (He was even more despairing.)"

Having every NPC in Wanhua Valley address him with that embarrassing ID in a completely serious manner every day was driving him to social death.

It wasn't until he finally found his daughter and son-in-law that...

Father Lin, with the face of a 20-year-old but the eyes of a weather-beaten 46-year-old, spotted Lin Qianya and Ye Ying in the distance. Overcome with emotion, his eyes instantly reddened.

He completely forgot that his current body wasn't that of the weathered old prime minister, but a fresh-faced Wanhua disciple.

He dashed forward and wrapped his arms around his daughter, his voice choked with emotion.

"Qian'er! My Qian'er! Father has finally found you! The heavens have answered my prayers!"

Lin Qianya: "???" A strange young man had embraced her. She instinctively tried to push him away, but the moment she heard that unmistakably familiar voice and tone, she froze.

"Son-in-law, it's me, your father-in-law!"

Ye Ying: "????!!!!"

The surroundings fell completely silent.

The passersby and fellow Wanhua disciples: Σ(っ °Д °;)っ

They stared in shock at the young Wanhua disciple hugging a woman who was clearly the wife of the Swords' Manor's First Master, and calling her his daughter.

A random passerby (whispering):

"Th-this Senior Brother Yu looks barely twenty. How can he have a daughter who looks about the same age? Th-this is improper!"

Only then did Father Lin realize what he had done. His old face turned red, and he quickly let go of his daughter, trying to explain. "Uh... well... it's a long story. I actually..."

He took a deep breath and said solemnly:

"I'm actually forty-six!"

The scene fell silent.

Just then, Pei Yuan happened to pass by. Hearing this, he stopped and looked Lin's father up and down with his cool eyes, which seemed to see through life and death. Then, in his trademark calm, unruffled tone, he spoke slowly:

"Oh? I see."

"Then, Junior Brother Who the Heck Is Playing Sword Chi Flower,"

he deliberately enunciated the entire name,

"you really are... old despite your tender years."

Pfft!

Some people nearby couldn't hold back their laughter.

Father Lin: "..." In his heart: Pei Yuan, you @￥%...

Ye Ying and Lin Qianya: "!!!"

The couple were once again stunned by the full name. Their attempts to maintain composure had completely failed, leaving them with a mix of bewilderment and embarrassment: "So we really did hear that right" and "Is that really my father's name?"

Lin Qianya struggled to speak, trying to salvage a little of her father's dignity:

"Father... your name... is truly... distinctive..."

Ye Ying followed his wife, doing his best to remain polite and composed:

"...Father-in-law, your title... is unique."

The Flower Master had probably never been so lost for words in his life.

Then came the battle at the Torch Dragon Hall. Just as his son-in-law Ye Ying was about to die, he pulled out that strangely glowing [Big Sweet Potato] and spoke an even more embarrassing incantation:

"Miska! Muska! Big Sweet Potato!"

The next second, the sky split open.

Ten thousand "heroes" with brightly colored hair and bizarre outfits came falling from the sky, shouting strange things:

"Holy crap?! Did I trigger a rare encounter? Are we doing Torch Dragon Hall again?"

"Who pulled me in?! I haven't done my daily battles yet!"

"The Flower Master! The real Flower Master! I've been your fan for ten years!"

"That Tiance general is so handsome! Screenshot, screenshot!"

"Any bosses around? Any bosses! I'll help you train on a dummy!"

"Chunyang's invincibility is down! Get in the circle! If you die, that's on you!"

"Wow! My master looks so ordinary... If only I'd known, I'd have joined the First Master!"

Ye Hui: "???"

Ye Ying's hand trembled slightly around his sword: "..."

Li Cheng'en dodged a group of "Tiance disciples" trying to climb onto his horse and shouted in despair: "Master Ye! Are these really people from your Swords' Manor?!"

Master Xuanzheng stared at the "Shaolin disciples" with shaved heads and only their underwear on, dancing wildly. He nearly crushed his prayer beads. "Are these Arhats... or demons?"

Meanwhile, Lin, the Wanhua disciple, former prime minister and current dad, Chengze, was frantically healing Ye Ying from behind:

"Don't be afraid, son-in-law! Dispelled you with Clear Breeze! Slapped on Spring Mud!"

"Moonlit Needle! Massive heal! Your dad's a top healer!"

Ye Ying: "...Father-in-law, what do those words mean?"

Everyone: "...Have Wanhua's healing arts reached a level where words become reality?!"

This was a dimensional beatdown of a martial arts world by the Fourth Disaster.

[Reader's Guide]:

1. A silly, sweet story, packed with high-energy chaos, cross-server conversations, and people talking past each other.

2. The Flower Master is bewildered from start to finish, the father-in-law keeps socially embarrassing himself, and the players are constantly up to mischief.

3. Also known as: "How I Summoned Ten Thousand Players from Another World to Steamroll Torch Dragon Hall" and "What Do I Do About My Father-in-Law's Embarrassing ID?"

4. This is a derivative fanfic of another completed novel on my homepage, told from the personal perspective of the Flower Master's father-in-law. I'll start once it reaches 100 bookmarks. For now, let me enjoy myself in secret.

Theme: Silly humor that breaks the fourth wall.