Tang San Tricks Ma Hongjun

"Hoo hoo hoo!"

Tang San took several deep breaths—

Trying to suppress the surging killing intent in his heart.

"Ma Hongjun, that's enough, shut up! I'll say this one last time, Mysterious Heaven Skill is a supreme art of my Tang Sect, how can it be easily passed on?"

Tang San's gaze swept sharply across Ma Hongjun's smug and disgusting face, emphasizing each word.

"More importantly, the prerequisite for cultivating Mysterious Heaven Skill is to start from scratch, without any Soul Power foundation! You are currently a two-ring Soul Grand Master, your Soul Power has long since merged into your meridians and bones."

"If you want to cultivate Mysterious Heaven Skill, the only way is to cripple all your Soul Power and start over like a six-year-old child who has just awakened their martial soul!"

Tang San's voice was sonorous and resolute, with an undeniable determination. His gaze was like a cold blade piercing Ma Hongjun's face, leaving him no room for rebuttal.

"Ma Hongjun, your Evil Fire is inherently dependent on Soul Power. Once your Soul Power is crippled, the Evil Fire will lose its restraint and will immediately backfire.

At that time, let alone suppressing the Evil Fire, it's uncertain if you can even keep your life!

I advise you to give up this idea early and stop pestering me with such unreasonable demands!"

Tang San paused, his tone softening slightly, but still carrying a hint of cold distance.

"Of course, for the sake of my teacher Yu Xiaogang and Dean Flender, if you are determined to cultivate Mysterious Heaven Skill, then wait until you have made up your mind to cripple all your Soul Power. Otherwise, do not mention this matter again!"

"But I'll say this upfront—the process of abolishing Soul Power is a near-death experience, and the pain of the Evil Fire backfiring is something you absolutely cannot bear. With the slightest mistake, your meridians will be severed, your cultivation will be completely destroyed, and you will explode and die."

Tang San turned to face Ma Hongjun, with a silent warning.

"Furthermore, even if you, Ma Hongjun, are lucky enough to survive and cultivate Mysterious Heaven Skill from scratch, whether it can be compatible with your martial soul's characteristics, and whether it can truly suppress the Evil Fire, I, Tang San, will not be responsible."

After these few days of interaction, Tang San had already figured out Ma Hongjun's personality. Since he dared to say this, he was absolutely certain that the other party would not be willing to give up his Soul Grand Master cultivation, nor would he dare to gamble his life to endure the pain of the Evil Fire backfiring.

Ma Hongjun bullied the weak and feared the strong, and was as timid as a mouse. He cherished his life dearly and would never gamble his future and life. To have him cripple all of this himself, start from scratch, and even risk exploding and dying, would be more unbearable than killing him.

And the reality was just as Tang San thought. The smugness on Ma Hongjun's face instantly vanished. His previously stiff neck softened, and his mouth opened, but he couldn't utter a single word.

"Cripple... cripple my Soul Power?"

"And there's a risk to my life?"

"And it's not even certain it can suppress the Evil Fire?"

Ma Hongjun swallowed, his voice trembling.

He subconsciously took half a step back, his eyes darting away, not daring to meet Tang San's gaze. The eagerness and righteousness he had shown when asking for the technique were now replaced by panic and dejection.

The thought of his Soul Grand Master cultivation turning to nothing, and then suffering from the Evil Fire backfiring and severing his meridians, made him break out in a cold sweat.

Except for Li Xiaoyao and Ning Rongrong, who wore strange expressions—

Dai Mubai and the others exchanged glances, gasping in unison. They hadn't expected the cultivation threshold for Mysterious Heaven Skill to be so terrifying, no wonder Tang San's attitude was so resolute.

Ning Rongrong secretly winked at Li Xiaoyao, her confusion evident.

Li Xiaoyao immediately replied via soul power transmission.

"Sister Rongrong! The Mysterious Heaven Skill Tang San mentioned is the internal cultivation method I taught you, Mysterious Heaven Skill. It's just one of the ultimate skills from the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record."

"As for what Tang San just said, it's all nonsense. He can only fool Ma Hongjun, that useless idiot who knows nothing."

As for where Mysterious Heaven Skill came from, or why Tang San knew it, Li Xiaoyao didn't explain, and Ning Rongrong, being sensible, didn't press further.

Even couples who have slept in the same bed for many years have their own little secrets.

Sometimes, digging too deep can damage mutual trust and affection. Leaving a little room is the secret to a long-lasting relationship.

After hearing the transmission, a knowing smile flashed in Ning Rongrong's eyes. She secretly glanced at Tang San and Ma Hongjun, her lips curling upwards.

No wonder Tang San dared to speak so confidently. He was probably counting on others not knowing the true nature of Mysterious Heaven Skill. He let Tang San continue with the story of "crippling soul power" because Ma Hongjun, that hot-headed fool, couldn't tell the difference and was merely intimidated by the threat to his life.

She suppressed a giggle and gently nudged Li Xiaoyao's arm, her eyes filled with mischief. She remembered Li Xiaoyao telling her when she first started learning that Mysterious Heaven Skill was the most inclusive.

Let alone suppressing Evil Fire, it could even adapt to a mutated martial soul like Yu Xiaogang's. Why would anyone need to cripple their cultivation?

Tang San's ability to deceive people was truly impressive.

Li Xiaoyao held Ning Rongrong's small hand and continued to transmit.

"Tang San's intentions are deep. He knows Ma Hongjun fears death and cherishes his life, so he deliberately said that. This way, he can both deter him from asking for Mysterious Heaven Skill and maintain his image of Pure and Clean. It's killing two birds with one stone."

The two looked at each other and smiled, saying no more. They simply watched the show, waiting for the next act.

Ma Hongjun swallowed hard, his face, which looked to be in his thirties, now filled with fear.

"Crippling... crippling all soul power to cultivate?"

"This... this condition is too outrageous!"

"I... I can't do it!"

Tang San sneered inwardly, but maintained his "I'm doing this for your own good" expression. In reality, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. This excuse was decisive enough. He figured Ma Hongjun wouldn't dare pester him for Mysterious Heaven Skill anymore.

Dai Mubai couldn't watch any longer. He stepped forward, patted Ma Hongjun's shoulder, and said in a persuasive tone:

"Hey! Fatty, don't be silly! Since you're unwilling to cripple your soul power, then don't overthink it!"

Oscar next to him chimed in.

"Exactly, fatty. Tang San has said his piece, so don't do anything rash and ruin yourself."

Tang San also put on a show of I'm thinking of you, stepping forward and speaking earnestly.

"Sigh! Fatty, I'll say it plainly."

"Think carefully for yourself, will you preserve your current cultivation and find a stable way to suppress the Evil Fire, or will you cling to unrealistic notions and gamble your future?"

Dai Mubai, Oscar, and Tang San's persuasion caused Ma Hongjun to deflate like a punctured ball. His shoulders instantly slumped, and his haggard face was filled only with dejection and unwillingness.

He clenched his fist, then loosened it, repeating this several times before finally hanging his head, his voice as low as a mosquito's buzz.

"I... I understand!"

"I won't ask for the Mysterious Heaven Skill anymore."

Just as the matter was about to conclude--

Li Xiaoyao decided to stir things up.

Only to hear--