Why Not Physically Castrate Him?

A powerful urge churned within her. She wanted so badly to give herself to him; even if it were only once, it would be enough to remember for a lifetime.

She knew she was just an ordinary person, and that she and a Soul Master were destined to be impossible. Yet she simply could not suppress the fluttering in her heart.

"N-No, it's nothing."

She lowered her head, concealing her burning cheeks. "I'm just a little scared..."

While placating her, Jiang Yunzhou continued to keep an eye on the battles on both sides.

Ning Rongrong's side was truly entertaining.

She did not need to attack at all. Every one of Ma Hongjun's attacks was like crashing into an invisible wall, the backlash making him vomit blood.

Only now did he realize in despair that he could not even defeat an auxiliary-type Soul Master!

The people from Supreme Academy are the real monsters, aren't they? he wailed inwardly, only wanting to escape as soon as possible. Otherwise, he might really be laid out on a slab tomorrow.

Just as Ning Rongrong was about to press her advantage, she suddenly received a voice transmission from Jiang Yunzhou: Teaching him a lesson is enough. If he wants to leave, let him go.

This was naturally one of the benefits of cultivating Spiritual Connection. They could transmit their voices to each other, making secret communication extremely convenient.

Still unsatisfied, Ning Rongrong spat lightly toward Ma Hongjun, who was cowering in the corner. "Creepy bastard! You're nothing but trash! If you dare do something bad again, I'll cripple you myself!"

She had actually wanted to rush over and slap him, but she did not want to dirty her hand. She still had to hug her teacher later.

"Get lost! Otherwise, I—"

Before she could finish, Ma Hongjun had already scrambled away in a panic. Only a silent threat faded into the wind: Bitch, just you wait...

On the other side,

Although Zhu Zhuqing had not fallen behind Bu Le in speed, his cultivation level was still there.

Moreover, his vile methods, targeting sensitive spots with lewd attacks, left her both ashamed and furious. He had no martial virtue whatsoever.

She wished she could send this man straight to hell.

Xiao Wu's arrival instantly turned the tide, followed by Ning Rongrong's support buffs arriving in time.

The three worked together with increasing coordination. Bu Le was soon overwhelmed, kicked into the air by Xiao Wu's waist bow, then immediately struck by a fluid chain of Eight-Section Falls!

"Beautiful!"

Jiang Yunzhou's applause came from afar.

He had watched the entire battle and was quite satisfied with their performance.

Ning Rongrong's damage reflection caught their opponent off guard, Zhu Zhuqing's Soul Devouring Claws severely wounded his spirit and created an opening, and Xiao Wu's Eight-Section Fall finished it perfectly.

"Not bad, not bad. You coordinated very well."

The three women exchanged smiles at the praise, their faces glowing.

"Teacher, should we deal with this guy?" Ning Rongrong asked, pointing at Bu Le, who was sprawled on the ground in a heap.

"Killing him would be letting him off too easily..."

Jiang Yunzhou smiled harmlessly. "Why not physically castrate him?"

The three women immediately shuddered, feeling that their teacher had switched into devil mode again.

The moment Bu Le heard that they were going to castrate him, he was terrified out of his wits.

If that really happened, how could he cultivate? What would be the point of living? He hurriedly struggled to his knees and begged for mercy, tears and snot streaming down his face.

Men understood best what men feared.

With a martial soul like Bu Le's, relying entirely on absorbing women's Soul Power to cultivate, he was no different from an Evil Soul Master. Jiang Yunzhou felt no guilt whatsoever about dealing with him.

Destroying his "tool of the trade" meant cutting off his evil path.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm not a good person."

Jiang Yunzhou wore an innocent expression. "I'm eliminating harm for the people and preventing him from harming more girls in the future."

Yet the receptionist was still shaken. Timidly, she said, "M-Maybe we should hand him over to the City Guard Soul Masters? He's definitely committed more crimes than just this one. That would put my mind at ease too."

She knew private fighting and killing were forbidden in the city, and she was afraid that this man would come back to take revenge on her.

"That makes sense."

Jiang Yunzhou readily agreed. "You go report it. I'll stay and 'reason' with him."

Zhu Zhuqing understood and tacitly led the others away.

Just as Bu Le sensed that something was wrong, a fierce gust of force swept across his crotch!

"Ah—"

A miserable scream tore through the night sky.

"Devil! You've cut off my path of cultivation! I'll fight you to the death!"

Bu Le howled in despair, but Jiang Yunzhou had already reduced that harmful thing of his to dust. There was no possibility of recovery.

At present, no one in this world could bring the dead back to life or regrow flesh and bone.

And even if someone could, no one would treat a person like him, would they?

"Your martial soul disgusts me. I wonder who came up with it."

"You've done plenty of evil over the years, haven't you? This is karma."

Jiang Yunzhou's tone was icy as he casually crippled Bu Le's limbs. After enjoying himself for so many years, it was time to pay his debts.

After doing all that, he turned and left without the slightest hesitation.

After meeting up with the women, he waved a hand. "Let's go. Someone will handle the rest."

The receptionist solemnly thanked them again. "It's really all thanks to you. Otherwise, I probably would have fallen victim tonight."

Jiang Yunzhou looked thoroughly righteous. "It was nothing! We happened to run into it while coming out for a late-night snack. Besides, she's someone we know. How could we stand by and watch her die?"

As he spoke, he naturally turned toward Zhu Zhuqing. "After fighting for so long, you must be hungry. What were we talking about just now..."

As he spoke, he secretly glanced expectantly at the receptionist.

Fortunately, she caught on quickly and immediately said, "Huh? You're going for a late-night snack? Please let me treat you, as thanks..."

"Sure!" Jiang Yunzhou agreed without hesitation.

Ning Rongrong and the other two turned their faces away, unable to bear watching. This teacher of theirs truly liked what he liked, and truly despised what he despised!

"I know a restaurant with really good food..."

The receptionist had made up her mind to splurge. Aside from thanking Jiang Yunzhou, she also wanted to leave a good impression on him.

She subtly walked beside Jiang Yunzhou and asked with a hint of shyness:

"By the way, I still don't know your name."

"Jiang Yunzhou."

He answered crisply. He was not some anonymous hero; good deeds had to be credited!

Seeing the two chatting so happily, alarm bells rang in the three women's hearts. Could Teacher be lured away by this woman?

No! Absolutely not!

He's unmoved by us, yet he's so enthusiastic toward someone else?

Are our legs not long enough? Is Xiao Wu's waist not slim enough? Are Zhu Zhuqing's breasts not big enough?

Teacher, look at us more!

The three remained sullen all the way, while Jiang Yunzhou was secretly delighted at having saved the cost of a meal.

After the late-night snack, the night had grown deep.

After escorting the receptionist home, the four returned to Supreme Academy.

Xiao Wu never found a chance to speak with Jiang Yunzhou alone. She could only bid farewell gloomily and head toward Shilaike Academy.

From a distance, she saw a lean figure standing in the darkness, waiting.

"Third Brother? Why are you still outside?" she greeted him.

Tang San stared silently at her for a long while before finally asking in a low voice, "Where did you go? Why are you back so late?"

He tried his best to suppress his dissatisfaction and make his tone sound calm.

"I-I went out for a late-night snack with Rongrong and the others. What's wrong?"

"Xiao Wu, it's dangerous outside at night. If you want to go somewhere in the future, I'll go with you. I'm worried about you being alone." Tang San's tone was grave.

Xiao Wu froze. I wasn't alone...

There were four of us the whole time, okay? With that man there, what danger could there be?

She looked at Tang San and suddenly felt that his gaze tonight was especially unfamiliar. Something called "possessiveness" churned within it.

"Third Brother, I'm really fine. Don't overthink it."

She took half a step back. "We have class tomorrow. I'm going back to rest first."

That subtle gesture of avoidance sent another sharp pain through Tang San's heart.

The Xiao Wu from before would never have treated him this way.

"Then... all right. Rest early. See you tomorrow."