Farming Ma Hongjun's Rage! Flender Chickens Out!

Farming Ma Hongjun's Rage! Flender Chickens Out!

Dai Mubai was no good for farming in the short term.

He needed to find a new target!

Zhuge Lan looked at Ma Hongjun on the ground.

—This guy was full of evil fire and easily provoked.

"That's nothing."

Zhuge Lan said casually—

"But the academy's registration fee is so expensive. Why do the pickles in your cafeteria still get stuck in your teeth?"

"This headmaster is way too stingy."

As Flender's disciple, Ma Hongjun had only just climbed to his feet when he heard that.

The evil fire in his heart surged!

Emotional Value +1999

"Hey! Pretty boy!" Ma Hongjun rolled up his sleeves and roared, "Do you know how much effort Dean Flander put into keeping Shrek afloat? I will not allow anyone to disrespect Dean Flander!"

Emotional Value +1999

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See that?

One sentence had brought in over ten thousand Emotional Value.

This little grass chicken full of evil fire really ignited at the slightest provocation.

He was perfect for farming.

"Oh?" Zhuge Lan shot him a sidelong glance. "I never would've guessed that a fat guy dragging girls off for breakup sex would understand respecting teachers and elders."

How could Ma Hongjun endure such blatant contempt?

Emotional Value +4444

Flames immediately erupted around him as he charged at Zhuge Lan, his first soul ring lighting up.

"First Soul Skill—Phoenix Fire Line!!!"

Ma Hongjun spewed flames from his mouth, condensing them into a line that smashed toward Zhuge Lan's face.

—He was trying to disfigure him outright!

Zhuge Lan sneered.

He summoned the Soul Spirit Thorns Armor, and his first two soul rings lit up simultaneously.

Abomination Curse!

Light's Vengeance!

The Phoenix Fire Line struck the Thorn Armor, but Ma Hongjun was the first to be set ablaze.

—Passive reflection!

Though the evil fire's main damage could not do much to Ma Hongjun himself.

His clothes could not withstand it!

As if he had anticipated this, Zhuge Lan sidestepped and blocked Zhu Zhuqing's view.

Shielding her from the eye-searing sight.

And this was only the beginning.

The sustained flame attack counted as multi-hit damage.

It repeatedly triggered the Abomination Curse's effects, rapidly stacking one negative status after another.

Ma Hongjun only felt dizzy, his vision blur, his nose clog, and his ears ring.

But the worst part was the itch in his throat. He could not stop himself from coughing violently.

Then he was screwed!

The Phoenix Fire Line he had condensed could not be released smoothly through his coughing and became trapped in his own mouth.

"Boom—"

Flames poured out from his nostrils and ears, while a half-meter-long tail of fire shot out from behind him.

Zhuge Lan stared in amazement!

"Impressive!"

"Your Phoenix Fire Line can even be discharged through the back door?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk!"

Emotional Value +4999

Ma Hongjun glared at Zhuge Lan, gritting his teeth!

His second soul ring lit up.

A tall figure stood before him.

Dai Mubai, in Martial Soul Possession, frowned and glared at Ma Hongjun.

"Boss Dai, move aside!" Ma Hongjun said unhappily. "Today, I'm definitely going to teach this newcomer a proper lesson!"

"You heard about what happened to Teacher Zhao yesterday, right?" Dai Mubai said calmly. "Zhuge did that."

Ma Hongjun: (▼皿▼)

Ma Hongjun: (Д)ノ

Huh?

Thinking of Zhao Wuji's miserable state, Ma Hongjun's evil fire immediately wilted.

Only then did he notice.

His body was already covered in all sorts of strange statuses.

Cold sweat instantly streamed down his back!

That ruthless new student was supposedly a level 35 Soul Elder?

He himself was only level 27!

He was doomed!

Emotional Value +995

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Seeing that Ma Hongjun had calmed down.

Dai Mubai took out a cloak from his Storage Ring and tossed it to Ma Hongjun.

"Caw—"

A cry rang out.

A middle-aged man with wings on his back skimmed in close to the ground.

He landed, dismissed his Martial Soul Possession, revealing a square face. He pushed up the black-framed glasses on his hooked nose and swept his gaze over the scene.

"Mubai, what happened here?"

"Dean Flander, it was like this."

Dai Mubai did not favor either side.

Starting from Ma Hongjun stepping forward for him, he explained everything in detail.

He added at the end, "The reason Ma Hongjun attacked was also because he respects you too much, Dean Flander. He couldn't tolerate anyone complaining about you."

Flender raised a hand to stop him.

"Ma Hongjun!"

"Run thirty laps around the academy and finish before assembly!"

Ma Hongjun lowered his head and obediently ran out of the cafeteria.

But the string of Emotional Value that popped up above his head showed that he still had a huge grudge against Zhuge Lan.

—Only emotional fluctuations toward Zhuge Lan would produce Emotional Value.

Would Zhuge Lan let him leave like that?

He had to keep him around to farm!

"Hold it!" Zhuge Lan called out. "He bullied me on campus, and he's just leaving? No apology or anything?"

Ma Hongjun abruptly turned around!

Emotional Value +1111

Apologize to you?

Between the two of us, who exactly was worse off right now?

"Zhuge Lan, right?"

Flender said with a stern face—

"Hongjun is my disciple. His condition is somewhat special. The evil fire produced by his Martial Soul causes him to lose control of his emotions."

"But he would not attack someone without reason."

"Earlier, you complained about my food first, which triggered his evil fire."

"Let's leave this matter here, shall we?"

Two words practically radiated from Flender—protecting his own!

If Zhuge Lan had not possessed exceptional talent.

Flender would not have explained so much. He would have acted directly.

An ordinary person could only swallow the loss.

But Zhuge Lan had one response—no way!

He smiled. "A grass chicken Martial Soul? Accumulated evil fire? If the Blazing Flame Sect's Soul Spirit Nine Heavens Rainbow Phoenix undergoes a malignant mutation due to insufficient talent, this problem seems to occur."

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Flender flashed forward, appearing right in front of Zhuge Lan.

He reached for Zhuge Lan's shoulder, but grabbed nothing.

The Zhuge Lan before him faded away, while the real one appeared half a meter away.

Spiral Nine Shadows!

"What's going on?" Zhuge Lan raised a brow. "Could this little fatty be from the Blazing Flame Sect that was wiped out? Otherwise, why are you so agitated, Dean Flander?"

Emotional Value +6666

Flender silently withdrew his empty hand, his assessment of Zhuge Lan rising severalfold.

—This kid was definitely not simple!

Perhaps—

His background might even be greater than Ning Rongrong's of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!

"Who exactly are you?" Flender asked in a low voice. "How do you know these things? Why did you come to Shrek?"

"Tsk!" Zhuge Lan said fearlessly. "Before asking others questions, shouldn't you answer theirs first?"

He was not afraid in the slightest.

The system had a Life-Saving Mechanism. If he really got into trouble, it would activate and teleport him away.

If he could not stay at Shrek, he could go to Spirit Hall.

Then the next time they met, I'll farm you all to death!

It was precisely because he had such confidence.

That Flender did not dare act rashly.

—Could this brat have a Guardian following him around, just like Ning Rongrong?

Flender decisively chickened out.

He put away his stern expression and sighed somewhat wistfully.

"Hongjun's father really was the Blazing Flame Sect's sect master."

"When I traveled the continent years ago, I had some friendship with him."

"At the time, I had only just founded Shrek. He brought Hongjun to me and entrusted him to my care. Afterward, he succumbed to his severe injuries and passed away."

"So I truly have no experience raising Hongjun's Martial Soul."

"Zhuge, if you know anything, could you offer some guidance?"

Flender had lowered his stance considerably.

Zhuge Lan nodded in satisfaction.

Now that was the proper attitude when asking someone for help.

Then...