The sun set and rose, bringing another new day.
Suotuo City, Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Hotel.
After Li Xiaoyao and the others finished dinner the previous night, they realized it was too late, so everyone stayed the night at the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Hotel.
After breakfast at the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Hotel, everyone headed toward Shrek Academy together.
As Li Xiaoyao chatted and laughed with Ning Rongrong, Dai Mubai beside them parted his lips slightly, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.
"Brother Mubai, is something the matter?"
With Li Xiaoyao's spiritual perception, not only could he see the complicated expression on Dai Mubai's face, even Tang Hao, who was hiding in the shadows and peeping, could not escape his detection.
Speaking of Tang Hao, Li Xiaoyao could not help complaining inwardly.
That damn old pervert and voyeur was constantly watching Tang San and Xiao Wu from the shadows.
Even when Tang San and Xiao Wu spent the night sleeping in a room at the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Hotel the previous night, he had still done the same.
That was just ridiculous!
Hearing Li Xiaoyao's question, Dai Mubai swallowed before finally voicing his concern, his face carrying a hint of solemnity.
"Brother Xiaoyao, Classmate Rongrong, when we return to Shrek Academy later, if Hongjun offends you in any way, I hope the two of you can be a little more forgiving."
"That dead fatty has a restless temperament and occasionally acts foolishly. Besides, Brother Xiaoyao and Classmate Rongrong took the legacy left behind by that dead fatty's family elder. He'll probably resent the two of you when the time comes, and he may even be unable to resist provoking you..."
Ma Hongjun was as stingy as Flender, but he did not possess Flender's shrewd calculations, nor did he have Flender's ability to take life's troubles in stride.
As early as two days ago, after Ma Hongjun learned that Li Xiaoyao and Ning Rongrong had taken the legacy left behind by his family elder, the rage he had already been holding in erupted. His blood rushed to his head, his vision went black, and he fainted again. Flender had only managed to wake him by pinching the spot beneath his nose.
Ning Rongrong's willow brows furrowed slightly as she snorted.
"Hmph, hmph, hmph! Ma Hongjun wants the Nine Emperor Douluo's legacy back? Tell that dead fatty when you get back: no way! He shouldn't even dream about it!"
Ning Rongrong put her hands on her slim waist, her tone sweet but firm.
"That was originally what Flender gave me as compensation for him—who told him to try plotting against me before? As for the method to resolve his Evil Fire, Brother Xiaoyao was the one who told Flender about it. It would already be merciful enough if I didn't go after him. Does that dead fatty still dare demand the legacy back?"
Dai Mubai rubbed his brow, his tone full of helplessness.
"Sigh! Everyone knows about those things."
"But Ma Hongjun is young and hot-blooded. How could he understand all those twists and turns? He only believes the legacy is his. The moment he heard it had been 'taken' by you two, he fixated on it and refused to listen to anything."
"I'm worried he'll lose control when he sees you. With that dead fatty's little bit of ability, if he really starts a fight, he probably won't even be able to touch the corner of Brother Xiaoyao's clothes. If something happens then, Oscar and I will have to clean up the mess again."
Oscar immediately leaned in, grinning as he chimed in.
"Exactly, exactly! Boss Xiaoyao, Boss Lady Rongrong, please be magnanimous and don't lower yourselves to that dead fatty's level. If he dares show you any disrespect, I'll be the first to hold him down and make him apologize to you!"
Ning Rongrong curled her lips, not taking Dai Mubai and Oscar's words to heart.
He was only Ma Hongjun. What sort of trouble could he possibly stir up?
A trace of disdain flashed through Ning Rongrong's eyes.
If Ma Hongjun knew what was good for him, he would keep his mouth shut.
If he really dared provoke her, she would have her guards chop that dead fatty into eight pieces and throw him into the Star Dou Great Forest to feed the soul beasts.
"Oh! Ma Hongjun..."
A dark glint flashed through Li Xiaoyao's eyes. It seemed that dead fatty Ma Hongjun held quite a lot of resentment toward him and Ning Rongrong.
"Brother Mubai, I understand the situation now!"
"As long as Ma Hongjun doesn't cause trouble in front of me, I naturally won't make things difficult for him. But if he insists on bringing trouble upon himself, I won't be polite with that dead fatty either!"
Li Xiaoyao shared Ning Rongrong's view.
He was only Ma Hongjun. What sort of trouble could he possibly stir up?
If that dead fatty thought his life was too long, then he could come cause trouble in front of him all he wanted.
Li Xiaoyao wanted to see whether Ma Hongjun had more years left to live, or whether his Domain: City of Eating Time had become too dull to draw its blade.
"Whew! It's good that Brother Xiaoyao understands my difficulties! Still, when the time comes, I hope Brother Xiaoyao can be a little more forgiving toward that dead fatty Ma Hongjun."
Dai Mubai let out a sigh of relief.
In any case, he had completed the task Headmaster Flender had assigned him and said everything he needed to say. As for whether Ma Hongjun would cause trouble, that had nothing to do with him.
After Dai Mubai, Oscar, Li Xiaoyao, and Ning Rongrong finished talking, they discovered that Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing had already returned to Shrek Academy ahead of them.
Along the way, Li Xiaoyao and Ning Rongrong continued chatting and laughing. Dai Mubai lowered his head in thought, considering the source of the hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins, while Oscar continued following behind Dai Mubai like a lackey.
By noon, the sun hung high in the sky.
The breeze brushed across their faces, yet it made their entire bodies feel warm.
When Li Xiaoyao and the others arrived at Shrek Academy's training ground, they saw Ma Hongjun counting off on his fingers as he argued with Tang San.
No one knew what Ma Hongjun had said, but Tang San's expression grew darker and darker as they spoke. He kept shaking his head firmly, while Xiao Wu stood nearby, glaring at Ma Hongjun with an equally unpleasant expression.
Only when Li Xiaoyao and the others drew closer did they hear their dispute clearly.
Ma Hongjun spoke without any politeness.
"Tang San, you're being too stingy! Your teacher Yu Xiaogang and my teacher Flender are sworn brothers. We may not be blood brothers, but we're closer than brothers. What's wrong with teaching me the Mysterious Heaven Skill? Do you have to fall out with me over this?"
"You know about my Evil Fire. It's becoming harder and harder to suppress lately, and I even caused trouble a few days ago. Teacher Flender is worried sick about it!
"Your Mysterious Heaven Skill can regulate one's aura and steady the mind. It can help me suppress the Evil Fire perfectly—I'm not asking for your life, and I'm not stealing your woman. I only want you to teach me the Mysterious Heaven Skill. You can't just stand by and watch me die, can you?"
Ma Hongjun stood with his hands on his hips, his fat face filled with righteous indignation.
Li Xiaoyao: Σヽ(ﾟДﾟ;)ﾉ
Ning Rongrong: Ｏ(≧口≦)Ｏ
Dai Mubai: ∑(O_O;)
Oscar: Σ(っ°Д°;)っ
Their mouths hung slightly open as they struggled to speak.
Good lord, what a good lord!
In all their lives, they had never seen someone so shameless. Today had truly broadened their horizons!
Dai Mubai and Oscar in particular simply covered their faces with their hands, unable to look directly at Ma Hongjun. It was as though even one more glance would make them feel ashamed on his behalf.
Even Li Xiaoyao inwardly called it absurd—others might not know what the Mysterious Heaven Skill meant to Tang San, but how could he not?
If the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record was Tang San's lifeblood, then the Mysterious Heaven Skill within it was Tang San's ultimate trump card. How could Tang San possibly give it away so easily just because of Yu Xiaogang and Flender's so-called brotherhood?
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