When the Evil Fire Couldn't Be Suppressed!

Tang San and Lan Xue were both somewhat stunned, their expressions turning exceedingly strange. Although Tang San knew quite a bit about Mutated Martial Souls, this was the first time he had heard of one like Ma Hongjun's. If this fat fellow was around their age, he should only be twelve. A twelve-year-old boy actually needed to find women to keep his Martial Soul from backfiring on him. It was simply horrifying.

Dai Mubai continued, "That's why this guy is constantly burning with lust. If he didn't let it out, he'd have died long ago. Even though his Martial Soul itself is powerful, that lustful fire isn't easy to cultivate."

Lan Xue frowned. "But he can't ruin innocent girls either. That's hooligan behavior."

Ma Hongjun said angrily, "What do you mean, ruin them? It's all consensual. I may have a stronger sex drive, but I've never forced anyone. We're all willing participants. I'm no hooligan."

Tang San looked at Dai Mubai.

Dai Mubai nodded. "That's true. Fatty never forces anyone. That girl Cuihua really was his girlfriend."

Lan Xue snorted. "If he doesn't force anyone, why did she break up with him?" Lan Xue knew the reason, but the plot called for it, so she asked just as Xiao Wu had.

Ma Hongjun's face reddened, and Dai Mubai's expression turned awkward as well.

Dai Mubai coughed and said awkwardly, "Because this guy can't suppress his evil fire far too often. Not just any girl can endure him needing it three or four times a day. So, in the year since he came to the academy, he's had several girlfriends. But without exception, they all dumped him in the end. If he weren't a Soul Master, he'd probably have trouble even finding girlfriends. Speaking of ability in that regard, I'm afraid not many can compare to this fatty. That's how he got the nickname Evil Fire Grass Chicken."

Ma Hongjun corrected him irritably, "It's Evil Fire Phoenix."

Tang San said, dumbfounded, "It truly is a monster academy. It even has such a mutated Martial Soul."

Lan Xue's face reddened slightly. She spat softly, "It really has all kinds of people."

Ma Hongjun glared at Dai Mubai. "If I had a slutty face like you and Xiao Ao, and could date multiple girlfriends at once, would I be in such a situation? Stop looking down on yourself. Don't think I don't know about you rushing to three dates a day with different girls."

Dai Mubai's evil eyes flashed repeatedly. He hurriedly glanced behind him and lowered his voice. "Fatty, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want. Keep your voice down."

Ma Hongjun chuckled. "Weren't you always proud of it instead of ashamed? What's wrong today? Take the wrong medicine?"

Dai Mubai glared at him. "Cut the nonsense. Some things can't be said carelessly. If you keep ruining my reputation, don't blame me for getting rough with you."

Tang San could not help asking, "Ma Hongjun, now that you don't have a girlfriend, what will you do? Stop cultivating?"

Ma Hongjun shrugged. "What else can I do? My life matters most. I'll ask the dean later and see if he has any solution."

Lan Xue said, "Where does the academy eat? I'm starving."

Dai Mubai said, "Follow me."

The four returned to Shrek Academy's grounds, and Dai Mubai led them to the academy cafeteria.

The so-called cafeteria was really just an arrangement between the academy and the village. A few villagers had been hired to handle everyone's meals. Breakfast was rather simple, but there was plenty of it, enough to fill them up.

By the time they arrived at the cafeteria, Ning Rongrong and the icy girl Zhu Zhuqing were already there.

When the two girls saw Tang San and Lan Xue, they both nodded at them. Zhu Zhuqing was more reserved, but Ning Rongrong's expression clearly held warmth. Two dimples appeared on her cheeks as she smiled, making her look especially charming.

Ma Hongjun stared blankly at the two girls and openly swallowed.

A little later, Lan Xue returned from washing her hands. Earlier, Ma Hongjun had been focused on fighting and had only given Lan Xue's appearance a cursory glance. But now, when he looked at her carefully, his mouth fell wide open, and saliva began pouring out uncontrollably. Five seconds later, the puddle beneath Ma Hongjun's feet was already three centimeters deep.

Dai Mubai could endure no more. He jabbed him with an elbow and whispered, "Behave yourself. You'd better keep that evil fire under control."

Ma Hongjun said angrily, "Why? Are you going to make a move again? I say, Boss Dai, even if you're the boss, you should at least leave some soup for your brothers."

Dai Mubai jabbed him again, then stole a glance at Zhu Zhuqing. Zhu Zhuqing seemed not to have noticed them at all. She ate breakfast slowly, her face as cold as ever.

Lan Xue sat beside Ning Rongrong and spoke to her in a low voice with a smile. From Ning Rongrong's somewhat astonished gaze toward Ma Hongjun, he knew they were talking about him. Immediately deflated, he sat down and vented his frustration on the breakfast laid out on the table.

Dai Mubai coughed. "That fellow Xiao Ao is sleeping in again. He's always so lazy. Aside from Xiao Ao, it looks like everyone is here. For some time to come, we'll all be living and studying together, so let's get to know each other. Let me introduce you. This fatty is another student at our academy, Ma Hongjun. His Martial Soul is grass—oh, no, Phoenix."

Upon hearing the word "Phoenix," Zhu Zhuqing raised her head, but she merely glanced at Ma Hongjun. When her gaze passed over Dai Mubai, it seemed to grow even colder.

Ma Hongjun said, "Oh right, Boss Dai, I heard one of the new students beat Teacher Zhao into a huge pighead yesterday. Who was it?"

Dai Mubai said, "You already fought her just now. But you were lucky. You didn't receive the same treatment as Teacher Zhao." As he spoke, he raised a hand and pointed at Lan Xue.

Ma Hongjun looked at Lan Xue in disbelief. "That can't be right. Your Soul Power is only a little stronger than mine, and it doesn't seem much higher. You should be below level thirty. How could you possibly make Teacher Zhao suffer? He's a level seventy-six Soul Saint. I don't believe it."