You Have Good Taste? Filthy!

Just as she was about to break through the obstacle, the corner of Tang San's mouth curled upward, and the Second Spirit Ring of Blue Silver Grass suddenly burst into a deep blue light:

"Second Spirit Skill: Parasite!"

Almost at the same time, several strands of Blue Silver Grass appeared silently on Zhu Qing's body.

The Blue Silver Grass looked slender, but it possessed astonishing resilience. It tightened instantly, forcibly halting her forward momentum.

Zhu Qing's body froze. She lowered her head and stared at the Blue Silver Grass wrapped around her, her brows knitting tightly.

Just as Zhu Qing was about to circulate her Soul Power and break free of the Blue Silver Grass, several thick vines suddenly burst from the ground behind her.

The Blue Silver Grass wrapped around her waist like flexible arms and yanked upward, actually lifting her entire body into the air.

As the vines tightened, the thorns on the Blue Silver Grass instantly tore through the front of her clothes. Several cracks snaked outward, revealing her firm contours beneath.

Dai Mubai below the Arena Stage suddenly clenched his fists, his expression dark enough to drip water.

At that moment, a long sword flashing with chilling light shot through the air and precisely severed the Blue Silver Grass wrapped around Zhu Qing.

Freed from its restraints, Zhu Qing dropped downward. Several malicious chuckles immediately rang out from below the stage, and a few spectators even rose onto their tiptoes to get a clearer look.

Just then, a figure flashed into the center of the Arena Stage like a gust of wind.

Su Yu spread open the Long Windbreaker in his hand and steadily caught the falling Zhu Qing in his arms.

The hem of the windbreaker swept upward, shielding her completely and blocking every prying gaze.

"Are you all right?"

Su Yu's voice was low and steady, carrying an unquestionable note of protectiveness.

Zhu Qing's cheeks flushed faintly. She gathered the windbreaker around herself and shook her head, but her gaze toward Tang San had grown colder.

"We concede this match."

Looking at the torn clothes on Zhu Qing, Tang San realized that what he had done was somewhat inappropriate. A trace of apology crossed his face, and he silently withdrew the Blue Silver Grass.

Su Yu helped Zhu Qing steady herself, his gaze sweeping over the spectators below who were still making a commotion. The previously noisy stands instantly quieted considerably.

Tang San also walked down from the Arena Stage and awkwardly rubbed the back of his head as he looked at Dai Mubai.

"Dai Laoda! Sorry, just now I—"

Dai Mubai suppressed his displeasure and patted Tang San on the shoulder.

"It's fine. That was a battle. Some accidents are unavoidable!"

Su Yu, Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and the others had no matches.

Seeing that it was already evening, they left Suotuo City's Great Spirit Arena.

"Right, where's the Dean?" Tang San asked in confusion.

Dai Mubai replied helplessly, "Who knows where he went? He told us to return first after our Spirit Duels ended."

Although it was night outside, the streets were still bustling.

As soon as they left the Great Spirit Arena, a hint of excitement flashed in Ma Hongjun's small eyes. He suddenly said:

"You guys go back first. The Dean told me to stop by his shop."

A faintly knowing smile appeared on Dai Mubai's face.

"Then we'll head back first. Take it easy."

"Dai Laoda, are you coming?"

"No. Stop wasting time and get going."

Dai Mubai glared at him irritably, though the corner of his eye drifted toward Zhu Qing.

Ma Hongjun was clearly thinking with his lower half at the moment, having forgotten what Dai Mubai had told him during the day.

Dai Mubai glared at him, but he failed to react at all and did not understand the meaning behind Dai Mubai's gaze.

His chubby face was flushed with excitement, and even his tone had taken on a lecherous note.

"Come on, let's go together. Didn't you say women aren't people but resources?"

Dai Mubai finally lost his patience. He glanced at Zhu Qing and was practically shouting when he spoke.

"Get lost. My taste isn't as bad as yours."

Ma Hongjun grunted unhappily, but when faced with the anger flashing through Dai Mubai's Evil Eyes, he pursed his lips and said nothing.

Watching Ma Hongjun leave, Xiao Wu asked Dai Mubai curiously:

"Dai Mubai, what's that lecherous fatty going to do?"

Dai Mubai laughed, his tone somewhat disdainful.

"You already called him lecherous. What else could he be doing? His Evil Fire got too strong, so he went to release it again!"

He went to the same few old women every time. He had no taste at all!

Seeming to have thought of something, disgust appeared on Xiao Wu's face.

"He went to prey on girls again? I really wonder if the mutation of his Martial Soul has something to do with his innate personality."

Looking at Xiao Wu's indignant face, Dai Mubai said quietly:

"Preying on them is putting it too strongly. Don't you know there's a place in this world called a brothel?"

After hearing Dai Mubai's words, Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, and the others all stared at him in shock. The Dean had taken Ma Hongjun to a brothel!

Looking at the shocked group, Dai Mubai's tone carried a hint of helplessness.

"There's no other way. Aside from that flaw, Ma Hongjun's Martial Soul is still one of the most powerful Beast Martial Souls."

"Besides, he's the Dean's direct disciple. We can't exactly make him give up cultivating, or just watch him explode and die, can we?"

Zhu Qing looked at Dai Mubai, then at the departing Ma Hongjun. She had heard every word those two had said just now.

Thinking that this man was actually her fiancé, Zhu Qing felt a wave of disgust. Her voice carried a hint of revulsion.

"Disgusting man!"

Ning Rongrong indignantly pinched Zhu Qing's cheek.

"Zhu Qing, you can't say that! Brother Su Yu has never gone to a place like that! Brother is clean!"

Hearing Ning Rongrong's words, Zhu Qing glanced at Su Yu. A blush appeared on her face, and she gave a soft hum.

Hearing Ning Rongrong say that, Dai Mubai said irritably:

"Fine, Su Yu is pure and spotless, while the rest of us are filthy. Happy now? But my taste is still much better than Fatty's."

The moment he said it, Dai Mubai felt that he had misspoken.

Dai Mubai secretly glanced at Zhu Qing and found her looking at him. The light in her eyes seemed even colder than before.

"Your taste is good? Isn't that still just playing with women? Is having good taste something to be proud of? You're all the same kind of person, yet you still talk about taste!"

Dai Mubai froze, not knowing how to respond.

"Zhu Qing, I..."

By now, Dai Mubai realized that he had misspoken when he said his taste was better than Fatty's.

Wasn't he still talking about women in that same special profession?

Zhu Qing gripped the collar of the windbreaker tightly, her eyes full of disdain and contempt.

"Dai Mubai, you disgust me."

With that, Zhu Qing turned and walked away.

Zhu Qing's heart was filled with bitterness. He was a Prince who had been forced to flee his own country.

After coming to a small city like this, he still refused to strive for anything. Why was a man like this her fiancé?

Seeing the disdain and contempt in Zhu Qing's eyes, Dai Mubai's temper flared as well.