First Meeting with Ning Rongrong! Ma Hongjun, Tormented by Evil Fire

"Young Master, it's time to get up. You were out all night—I'm afraid Emperor Xue Ye may grow suspicious." Snake Lance Douluo's respectful voice came from outside the door.

Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue raised a hand to wipe away her tears. Her voice had already returned to its usual coldness. "I understand."

"Hehe, as expected of a student from Moon Xuan Pavilion—so tender! What a pity. This was originally prepared for that brat Su Ling, but it seems he had no chance to enjoy it!"

However, just as Qian Renxue restored her disguise and stepped out the door, Xue Beng's frivolous, lecherous voice drifted over from the corridor not far away.

Qian Renxue paused slightly, a glint of cold light flashing through her eyes.

The clamor downstairs abruptly fell silent.

Xue Beng had been teasing a disheveled young girl in his arms when he suddenly met those golden-glowing eyes at the bend of the stairs. He instantly felt as though he had fallen into an icy abyss.

"Imperial... Imperial Brother..." Xue Beng stammered, his legs trembling uncontrollably.

The young girl he had forcibly dragged into his arms was even more terrified, her face devoid of color as she collapsed to the floor.

Qian Reningxue slowly descended the steps, looking down at this nominal younger brother of hers from above. A cold curve lifted at the corner of her lips. "Fourth Brother, have you enjoyed yourself?"

"C-Crown Prince... Please, uphold justice for me! The Fourth Prince forcibly drugged me last night, I... I..."

That Moon Xuan Pavilion student suddenly threw herself at Qian Renxue's feet, tearfully pouring out her grievance.

Moon Xuan Pavilion had always been a refined place for nobles.

If people learned that Xue Beng had forced himself on her, her life would be ruined.

As for staying with Xue Beng?

What a joke. The Crown Prince before her was ruthless—every one of those princes before had been dealt with by him.

Xue Beng was merely an unfavored good-for-nothing. Judging by the situation, he might soon follow in those princes' footsteps.

She had no desire to become entangled in the Imperial Family's struggles.

Qian Renxue lowered her gaze to the woman trembling at her feet, disgust flashing in her eyes.

The thought that, if Su Ling had not entered the wrong room in his Previous Life and had instead fallen into Xue Beng's trap to be defiled by this woman... made her murderous intent impossible to suppress any longer.

Heaven Dou City, Su Family.

Su Ling had been having a terrible time these past few days. For some reason, his mother kept suspecting that his body had been possessed.

Every day, she invited all sorts of mystics and masters to drive out evil spirits for him.

Even his father, far away at the front lines, had heard about it.

And in order to convince Ye Wanqing that he had not been possessed, Su Ling had practically recounted every embarrassing incident from his childhood onward.

Yet he still could not change his fate of being confined to the house.

"Little Ling, it's time to take your medicine." Ye Lingling spoke cautiously.

Su Ling frowned. "I already told you, I'm not sick!"

Meanwhile, Ye Wanqing's tears kept streaming down her face. "Lingling, if anything truly happens to Little Ling, you'll be the only one he can rely on. You mustn't abandon him..."

Ye Lingling raised her head slightly upon hearing this and looked at Su Ling's noble, cold profile. She froze for a moment, then a blush swiftly spread across her pretty face.

Lowering her head, she spoke in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz. "Don't worry, Auntie. I'll take good care of Little Ling."

"Mom... stop misleading Lingling. It's not like I can't find a wife. You don't need to worry about that."

Su Ling rubbed his forehead helplessly, only to receive a fierce glare from Ye Wanqing.

"Shut up!" Ye Wanqing wiped her tears away, but her voice suddenly rose.

"If I hadn't secretly followed you that night, I never would have known that you actually went to such a place!"

"You know perfectly well that Lingling is wholeheartedly devoted to you, yet you still went to that kind of place. How could you possibly face Lingling?"

Su Ling listened expressionlessly to Ye Wanqing's accusations, but a deep sense of helplessness rose in his heart.

Please, anyone, come save me already!

Su Ling wailed inwardly. His gaze casually swept past the window, only for him to see a group of people carrying a stretcher as they burst into the Su Family Courtyard.

"Ahhh!!!"

A pained howl rang out from atop the stretcher.

Ma Hongjun lay curled into a ball, his face pale.

A fist-sized swelling had already bulged out from between his legs.

From time to time, blood mixed with Evil Fire erupted from it, staining the stretcher crimson.

"No, we need to find the inheritor of the Ye Family's Nine Heart Begonia as quickly as possible. Otherwise, once his Evil Fire is exhausted, his Martial Soul will be crippled as well."

Yu Xiaogang's face was frighteningly grim. He followed closely behind the stretcher, fine Sweat Droplets beading across his forehead.

"Hongjun! Why are you so foolish? You could have simply spent some money to resolve this at a brothel, yet you insisted on suppressing your Evil Fire to cultivate!"

Flender slapped his thigh in anguish, his eyes reddening.

"Dean, no! For Rongrong, even if I have to die, I refuse to do something so filthy."

"I especially don't want to be controlled by Evil Fire, like some wild beast."

"Besides, Rongrong said that phoenixes are noble divine birds. How could I fall into depravity because of Evil Fire...?"

Ma Hongjun endured the excruciating pain, his voice weak yet resolute.

As he spoke, he turned to look at the worried young girl beside him, a trace of tenderness flashing through his eyes.

Ning Rongrong bit her lower lip tightly, her small hands clutching the hem of her skirt. Clearly, Ma Hongjun's miserable state had frightened her badly.

Su Ling: "Emm..."

See? I told you he'd die.

Suppressing his speechlessness, Su Ling slowly swept his gaze over the three women from Shrek Academy.

Before long, his gaze settled on Ning Rongrong.

Though all three women were breathtaking beauties, Ning Rongrong's innate air of nobility, along with the unique radiance bestowed by her reincarnation as the Nine-Colored Goddess, made her stand out among them.

Put simply, it was like she had special effects and filters added to her, making her impossible to miss at first glance.

"So this is the protagonist favored by fate in the current timeline?"

Su Ling studied Ning Rongrong thoughtfully.

It had to be said that Ning Rongrong, blessed by the will of the world, was truly beautiful.

The young girl had an exquisitely beautiful face and skin whiter than snow. Tears filled her light-purple eyes, making her appear all the more pitiful and lovely.

She wore a pale-blue dress, her pinkish-purple hair falling to her waist. Every gesture of hers exuded elegance and nobility, yet she also possessed an incomparable grace.

Just then, Ning Rongrong noticed Su Ling's gaze and slightly turned her head. Their eyes met.

Yet at the instant their gazes met, Ning Rongrong had the illusion that everything about her had been seen through.

Ning Rongrong involuntarily took half a step back, her heartbeat suddenly accelerating.

"Rongrong, what's wrong?" Xiao Wu noticed something off about her and concernedly held her shoulder.

Ning Rongrong forced out a smile and shook her head. "It's nothing. I'm probably just too worried about Fatty..."

But in truth, she wished that damned fat man would die sooner rather than later.

Ever since joining Shrek Academy, that lecherous fat man had always been sneaking glances at her with vulgar eyes.

From time to time, he would even go into heat over her, saying disgusting things like he would marry no one but her.

If not for the bond from their Previous Life, as well as the perfect persona she had built in this life, she would have killed him long ago.