Soul Tools Related to Deities

"Li... Li Xiaoyao!"

"Don't think you can scare me!"

"You'd better give everything back to me, or my teacher Flender won't let you off!"

Ma Hongjun roared, his eyes bloodshot, yet unable to hide the fear lurking beneath.

Ning Rongrong's status as the young master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was something he naturally knew.

But the temptation of three Ten Thousand Year Soul Bones had briefly robbed him of reason.

Even knowing Ning Rongrong was from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, greed had already drowned out fear, letting him cling to the slim hope of getting away with it as he roared, refusing to relent.

Seeing Ma Hongjun blinded by greed, summoning his Grass Chicken Martial Soul and two yellow century Soul Rings, even charging at Ning Rongrong, Flender, who had been watching from the distant wooden hut, could no longer sit still.

"Ma Hongjun, you idiot!"

Flender panicked, immediately activating Martial Soul Possession as he rushed toward Li Xiaoyao and Ning Rongrong—

Of course, Flender wouldn't dare lay a hand on these two little ancestors. Instead, he grabbed Ma Hongjun by the scruff of the neck and slammed his out-of-control disciple hard onto the ground, pinning him motionless!

A dull thud rang out, dust scattering.

Ma Hongjun's face smashed straight into the dirt, a sharp pain shooting through his nose bridge. His struggling limbs were pinned tight by Flender's knee, leaving him unable to move.

The light of the Grass Chicken Martial Soul dimmed instantly, and the two yellow Soul Rings shrank back into his body like deflated balloons.

"Hongjun! Calm down!"

"Haven't you caused enough trouble?!"

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is one of the top three sects, filled with countless experts, including two Titled Douluo."

"Attacking Ning Rongrong—do you really want to drag the entire Shrek Academy down with you?"

Flender roared through Soul Power transmission, his voice burning with frustration at his disciple's failure, and he pressed down even harder.

As if doused with a bucket of ice water, Ma Hongjun's body stiffened, most of his struggling strength fading instantly.

Mud mixed with cold sweat slid down his cheeks. The greed that had clouded his mind finally cleared.

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Two Titled Douluo.

Those words exploded like thunder in his mind, making him belatedly realize just how huge a disaster he had caused.

He had actually attacked Ning Rongrong? And tried to steal her things? Wasn't that no different from seeking death?

Thinking of the devastating consequences if those two Titled Douluo lost their temper—the annihilation it could bring to Shrek Academy and his teacher Flender—

Ma Hongjun's body trembled uncontrollably. The greed in his eyes was completely replaced by sheer terror, and even his breathing became cautious.

Sensing that Ma Hongjun had stopped resisting, Flender forced a smile and spoke to Li Xiaoyao and Ning Rongrong.

"Ahem! Young friend Xiaoyao, Young Master Ning—Hongjun is still young and ignorant. He offended you both just now. As his teacher, I'll apologize on his behalf!"

As he spoke, Flender secretly signaled Zhao Wuji in the wooden hut, hoping his good brother would come help smooth things over.

"Dean Flender, if two Titled Douluo personally came to Shrek Academy to demand an explanation, do you think this academy could still stay open?"

Li Xiaoyao glanced at Flender's grim expression, his tone carrying a hint of amusement.

He didn't take Ma Hongjun's offense to heart.

After all, no one would bother arguing with a dead man.

Once they reached the Star Dou Great Forest later, he'd find a chance to finish him off. No need to vent his anger here and risk ruining his plan to kill Xiao Wu for her ring and bone.

"Young friend Xiaoyao, Young Master Ning, this is entirely Hongjun's fault. I'll discipline him properly from now on! Please be magnanimous and don't hold it against this foolish boy."

Cold sweat beaded on Flender's forehead as he stepped forward, speaking humbly to Li Xiaoyao and Ning Rongrong.

Truth be told, he was starting to regret it.

If he had known Li Xiaoyao and Ning Rongrong were such tough nuts, he wouldn't have let Ma Hongjun pick a fight just to "test the waters."

"Ha! Flender, you think one sentence is enough to settle this?"

Ning Rongrong sneered, her delicate face frosting over, her glazed eyes full of pride.

She, Ning Rongrong, was the infamous Little Demoness, the jewel of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Even her elders at home rarely spoke a harsh word to her.

Now, some disgusting fatso had the nerve to call her and Li Xiaoyao a "pair of dogs" right to her face. How could she let such a humiliation slide so easily?

"Ning Rongrong, you..."

Being talked back to so bluntly made Flender's face darken, veins bulging at his temples.

In all his years running Shrek Academy, when had he ever had to swallow such indignity?

But thinking of Ning Rongrong's identity as the young master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and Li Xiaoyao's elusive Space Soul Bone Skill that even he couldn't counter, the harsh words at the tip of his tongue were forced back down.

"Huff, huff, huff!"

Flender took a few deep breaths, suppressing his frustration, and softened his tone.

"Young Master Ning, this wretched Hongjun has indeed erred and deserves punishment! Name any condition you want. As long as I, Flender, can fulfill it without taking Hongjun's life, I won't refuse!"

With that, Flender pressed down hard on Ma Hongjun, who was still trying to struggle up and argue, his grip carrying a clear warning.

At this moment, let alone making Ma Hongjun accept punishment, even if Ning Rongrong wanted him to shed a layer of skin, for the safety of Shrek Academy, he could only grit his teeth and bear it.

"Hmph! You know what's good for you!"

Ning Rongrong was very satisfied with Flender's submissive attitude.

A mere seven-ring Soul Saint—what waves could he stir before her Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?

"Aiyo! What's going on here?"

"Li boy, how did you two start fighting?"

Zhao Wuji hurried over, still arriving before the crowd.

At the same time, he shot Dai Mubai a look, hoping he would step in and say a few good words.

After all, throughout Shrek Academy, Dai Mubai had the closest relationship with Li Xiaoyao.

"Tch! That damn fatty just loves stirring up trouble!"

Catching Zhao Wuji's gaze, Dai Mubai clicked his tongue inwardly, but he wasn't foolish enough to stand out and be the scapegoat.

A mere Ma Hongjun wasn't worth him offending Li Xiaoyao.

Besides, he still needed to buy finished formulas from Li Xiaoyao to quickly raise his Soul Power Level and defeat his elder brother Dai Weisi—Li Xiaoyao was the last person he could afford to offend right now.

Offend Li Xiaoyao? Then how would he, two years from now, in the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament, defeat Dai Weisi fair and square and reclaim everything that belonged to him!

"Flender, let's not beat around the bush!"

"Before the Nine Emperor Douluo fell, he should have entrusted you with an ancient Soul Tool engraved with the character 'Fire,' correct?"

"He specifically instructed you that this Soul Tool must never be lost—even if the Martial Soul Hall pressured you, even if it cost your life, you must die rather than hand it over!"

Li Xiaoyao stepped forward, directly demanding this item related to the Deity.