Cut It Off and Become a Eunuch

Seeing Ma Hongjun get scared off after just a few words, Li Xiaoyao was ready to stir things up!

Then he said—

"Want to solve your Evil Fire?"

"Isn't that easy?"

"Why not just cut it off and become a eunuch?"

Everyone: "..."

Good grief, what a savage!

With one sentence from Li Xiaoyao, everyone present fell silent.

Have Ma Hongjun cut it off and become a eunuch?

If he could bear to do that, would he still be pestering Tang San for the Mysterious Heaven Skill?

Everyone's mouths hung slightly open, but they hesitated to speak.

They wanted to complain, but none of them dared to say it.

After all, everyone there was no match for Li Xiaoyao.

However, while others feared Li Xiaoyao, Ma Hongjun, that hotheaded fool, did not care about any of that. He immediately snapped back furiously.

"Hey! Where did this pretty boy come from?!"

"Since when is it your business to yap about my affairs?"

"Believe it or not, I'll make you regret it in a minute!"

After rolling up his sleeves and roaring, Ma Hongjun fixed his gaze on Li Xiaoyao's face, which was every bit as handsome as the readers'. The longer he looked, the more inexplicably familiar Li Xiaoyao seemed.

Then his gaze swept to Li Xiaoyao's side. Ning Rongrong was affectionately holding his arm, her almond-shaped eyes carrying a faint, teasing smile as she looked at him. It was as though a thunderbolt had struck his mind!

"It's... it's you!"

"You're Ning Rongrong?"

"He's your boyfriend?"

"Then he's Li Xiaoyao?"

"It was you two bastards who made me age twenty years overnight and stole my three Ten Thousand Year Soul Bones!"

Ma Hongjun's roar suddenly tore through the air. Veins bulged across his temples, and his already flushed face turned purple from rage. His bloodshot eyes locked onto the two of them, every word dripping with bone-deep hatred, as if he wanted to devour them alive.

Ning Rongrong's expression darkened, frost covering her pretty face.

"You short, fat, lecherous deadweight, watch your mouth! You were the one who insulted me first and tried to take liberties with me. If Brother Xiaoyao hadn't stepped in in time, do you think I would have spared a shameless scoundrel like you?"

"As for aging twenty years and losing your soul bones, you brought that entirely upon yourself. You deserved it!"

Noticing the undisguised resentment in Ma Hongjun's eyes, a dark glint flashed through Li Xiaoyao's gaze.

Ma Hongjun and Flender truly deserved to be master and disciple. Both were equally stingy, valuing worldly possessions more than their own lives.

Unfortunately, Ma Hongjun lacked Flender's old fox-like cunning. He displayed all his greed and venomous hatred plainly on his face, without even the slightest attempt to hide them.

Everyone knew perfectly well what had happened a few days ago.

Ma Hongjun had clearly lusted after Ning Rongrong's beauty and attempted to force himself on her. After failing and getting taught a lesson by Li Xiaoyao, he had even received a method to resolve his Evil Fire—yet he actually saw himself as some deeply wronged victim.

Li Xiaoyao casually glanced toward the distant wooden cabin. Flender and Zhao Wuji were leaning against the doorframe there, chatting idly, but their eyes occasionally drifted in this direction.

Clearly, the two had noticed the commotion long ago. They were merely deliberately holding back, wanting to see how things would develop.

Would Ma Hongjun make an unreasonable scene, throw a tantrum, and act shamelessly in the hope of somehow recovering the things Nine Emperor Douluo had left behind?

Or would he and Ning Rongrong, being young and thin-skinned, be pestered into helplessly returning them?

"Heh. They're scheming against me now!"

"Looks like that fat bastard hasn't been taught enough of a lesson!"

"I need to make him disappear for good!"

Li Xiaoyao silently etched both Flender's calculations and Ma Hongjun's resentful hatred into his mind, a chilling gleam flashing through his eyes.

If Ma Hongjun went to the Star Dou Great Forest as well, Li Xiaoyao certainly would not go easy on that fat bastard. He would leave him there for good as fertilizer.

He was not some generous, easygoing person.

When facing an enemy like Ma Hongjun—someone who wanted nothing more than to slice him into a thousand pieces—if he did not kill him quickly, was he supposed to keep him around for the New Year?

Just as Li Xiaoyao was considering how to quietly arrange Ma Hongjun's death in the Star Dou Great Forest—

Ma Hongjun began denying the facts.

"You little bitch, you're talking nonsense!"

"I only made a few casual jokes about you back then, yet you two shameless dogs attacked me so viciously!"

"And today, you still dare humiliate me in public by saying I should become a eunuch?"

"I think you two shameless dogs are tired of living!"

The moment those words came out, frost did not only fill Ning Rongrong's face. Even Li Xiaoyao, who had still been thinking, darkened in expression. His gaze turned cold as he spoke calmly.

"Heh. Sister Rongrong! Since this fat bastard denies it, says he never had improper intentions toward you, and refuses to admit that he wanted to force himself on you, then return that Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone to him..."

At Li Xiaoyao's words, Flender and Tang San's eyes immediately lit up, though the thoughts in their eyes were entirely different.

Flender was delighted that Li Xiaoyao had relented. Although he could only get back one Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone, that was still worthwhile.

Ten Thousand Year Soul Bones were not cabbages, after all. He had originally merely intended to take a shot in the dark, never expecting to get much from a tough opponent like Li Xiaoyao.

Being able to recover one Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone now was already an unexpected gain.

As for the remaining items, he did not hold out any hope.

After all, Li Xiaoyao had given Ma Hongjun a method to resolve his Evil Fire at a clearly stated price. There was simply no room for him to go back on it or deny it.

Tang San, meanwhile, was thinking about how he could steal that Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone from Ma Hongjun...

Pah! No, that was wrong!

He was Tang San, Pure and Clean and a righteous gentleman. How could something like that be called stealing?

He was clearly acting for Ma Hongjun's safety. He would only be temporarily "safeguarding" that Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone for him.

The more Tang San thought about it, the more convinced he became that his actions were righteous. Even the way he looked at Ma Hongjun carried a hint of "concern," as though he were truly a good person looking out for him.

He had completely forgotten that his idea of "safeguarding" it had never once involved asking whether Ma Hongjun was willing, nor had he considered that he himself had long since developed intense greed for that soul bone.

While everyone waited for Ning Rongrong to hand over the soul bone, she made no move. She understood her man well enough to know that he would never let her suffer a loss.

And just as Ning Rongrong expected, Li Xiaoyao slowly added a few more words.

"Heh! Fat bastard!"

"Since you want money over your life, I'll grant your wish!"

"Sister Rongrong, we'll return to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect shortly. When we get there, make sure to tell your two Titled Douluo grandfathers all about your grievances."

"Tell them that Shrek Academy's headmaster, Flender, indulged his disciple Ma Hongjun when he tried to take liberties with you. After failing to force himself on you, he not only refused to admit his fault, but even twisted the truth and demanded the Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone!"

Li Xiaoyao's voice rang with force, every word landing like a heavy hammer on everyone's hearts. The phrase "your two Titled Douluo grandfathers" in particular made Flender's face turn deathly pale in an instant.

Flender panicked. With Martial Soul Possession activated, he charged straight at Li Xiaoyao and Ning Rongrong at high speed—