Brother, you broke it again?

Shao Xin, however, was unaware of this. Hearing Oscar reprimand Ma Hongjun, he immediately felt that such secrets were not meant for his ears and rose to leave.

"Little Ao, I still have some matters to discuss with Dean Flender. If you two brothers are hungry, just head to the canteen. Ma Hongjun, Little Ao is severely injured right now, so make sure you take care of him, you hear?"

"Master, let's go out together in a while."

Oscar could see right through Shao Xin's intentions and rose to stop him, but the pain from his damaged meridians made him wince.

"That's right, Oscar said it's fine, so you should just stay."

Ma Hongjun's face flushed red as he stood up to block Shao Xin.

"Fine, fine. Since both you little rascals want me to stay, I'll listen. If there are any issues, I can offer some advice."

Shao Xin winked at Oscar, signaling that he could continue.

"Master, it's actually nothing major; Ma Hongjun is just being overly nervous."

Oscar pushed aside his quilt and spoke to Shao Xin with an apologetic expression.

"You little rascal, there are some secrets that a master doesn't necessarily need to know. If I weren't worried about you two being young and getting into some kind of trouble, I wouldn't have the gall to stay here."

Shao Xin waved his hand, though he felt a warmth in his heart.

Little Ao had always been a good child; his only flaw was being a bit dull and reserved. It seemed Ma Hongjun's arrival had brought about quite a change in him.

Of course... he never would have guessed that the Little Ao before him had already lived for over a decade in another world.

"Fatty, have you truly made up your mind? I'm telling you, there's no backing out once you start, and the process is extremely arduous."

Oscar had pushed the quilt away and sat upright, looking at Ma Hongjun with a grave expression.

"I don't want to be called a Grass Chicken Phoenix forever. Although going to that place is fun, I feel empty every time I come out, and I don't want to cause any more trouble for Master."

At this time, Ma Hongjun hadn't visited the Red-light District many times, nor had he encountered the self-destructive Dai Mubai, so he remained innocent and was not yet the Brothel Phoenix he would later become.

Shao Xin listened from the side, finding it increasingly strange, his eyebrows knitting together.

Could these two little rascals be talking about completely resolving the Evil Fire?

One had to realize that this was something even they, the older generation, couldn't solve. Did Oscar really have a way?

But thinking that although Oscar was usually playful, he was reliable when it came to serious matters, he decided to keep listening. At the same time, he remained vigilant, lest these two boys mess around and ruin their health.

"In that case, I shall accept a disciple on behalf of my master. From now on, you are my junior brother, and I bestow upon you the Daoist name Jueyu. My Daoist name is Yuanzhen; you may call me Senior Brother Yuanzhen."

"Yes, Senior Brother Yuanzhen."

Ma Hongjun said, his face flushed with excitement.

Although he didn't understand what a Daoist name meant, after this whole ordeal, he felt more and more that this was the real deal.

Oscar produced a wooden plaque from somewhere and held it in his hand, staring at Ma Hongjun without saying a word, which made Ma Hongjun feel a bit uneasy.

"You silly boy, why haven't you knelt yet?"

Shao Xin glanced at the wooden plaque Oscar had been diligently carving the night before, finally realizing what was happening, and patted Ma Hongjun on the back.

Good heavens, wasn't Oscar an orphan? How did it seem like he had an incredibly ancient sect backing him?!

These rules were not something an ordinary sect would have, and the plaque didn't look like an ancestral tablet, but rather a symbol of status.

"I told you to kneel to the plaque, why are you kneeling to Little Ao? That's your senior brother! The one on the plaque is your master, or rather, your grandmaster!"

Shao Xin covered his face; this little fatty was too dense, he had even knelt in the wrong direction.

Watching Ma Hongjun's foolish display, Oscar couldn't help but let a smile tug at the corner of his mouth.

"Alright, Junior Brother Jueyu, get up now."

After carefully putting away the wooden plaque, Oscar reached out to help Ma Hongjun up.

"During this time, you must first master the mental cultivation method and reach the state of Joy of Detachment through Quiet Meditation. Master, you can listen in as well. This mental method is not a traditional technique or martial skill; if possible, I hope this method can be spread to others."

"The Classic of the Supreme Response says: Calamity and fortune have no gate, they are summoned by man alone. Good and evil bring their own rewards, like a shadow following a form. Thus, Heaven and Earth have gods who oversee transgressions..."

By the time the teaching ended in the afternoon, Ma Hongjun had barely managed to memorize the Classic of the Supreme Response in its entirety, and Shao Xin turned to leave after understanding a little bit of it.

Afterward, Oscar paid no more attention to the fatty, sitting cross-legged on the bed to begin nourishing his meridians.

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, two years had passed.

Oscar's meridians had completely healed, leaving not even a trace of hidden injury. Furthermore, quite coincidentally, this reconstruction of his meridians had made them wider and more compatible with the Taiji Technique, Taiji Primordial Force. Not only was their strength several times greater than his original spirit power meridians, but it also made the circulation of his internal energy increasingly fluid.

His spirit power had even risen to level 19, a speed he couldn't have imagined two years ago.

Although Ma Hongjun's progress with the Classic of the Supreme Response was slow, he had barely reached the state of Joy of Detachment, neutralizing the Evil Fire and receiving Oscar's inheritance of techniques and martial skills.

He had now reached a level 17 Spirit Master.

At this moment, the two were wandering through Suotuo City, one dressed in a plain black Daoist robe, the other in a plain white one.

"Junior brother, I need to buy a new long sword recently. Could you sponsor me a little?"

Oscar was dressed in a white robe with his long hair fluttering, looking quite dashing, but... his expression was somewhat awkward.

"Jun... Junior brother, did you break it again?"

Ma Hongjun was wearing a black robe, his chubby little face twitching slightly, filled with conflict.

Although he was still a bit chubby, at only eight years old, he looked quite delicate and refined.

"The world is in chaos; if you have any funds to spare, Junior brother, I would greatly appreciate your assistance."

Two years ago, because of the Classic of the Supreme Response passed down by Oscar, the state of mind of everyone at Shrek Academy had improved. Although only Ma Hongjun and Flender could officially become Oscar's fellow disciples, it was enough for all the teachers at Shrek Academy to nominate him as the next successor to the position of Dean of Shrek Academy.

Also because of this mental cultivation method, Shrek Academy became increasingly intolerant of evil and yearned for nature. Apart from cultivation, the greatest hobby of all the teachers and students was helping others, and they naturally wiped out all the Evil Soul Masters in Suotuo City.

In this process, they not only obtained a large amount of Soul Coins to support the operation of Shrek Academy, but even had extra money to donate to beggars on the side of the road due to fate.

The most outrageous thing was that Oscar even had a Spirit Bone drop from an Evil Soul Master. Unfortunately, this Spirit Bone was not compatible with Oscar, so he eventually gave it to Dragon Pattern Staff Li Yusong.

Since then, Shrek Academy had become unstoppable, making the killing of Evil Soul Masters their primary mission.

"Senior brother, you go through these swords too quickly. Why don't you... spend a bit more and buy a better one?"

Ma Hongjun sighed. His senior brother was great in every way, except for his tendency to ruin swords; at the shortest, it would take a day, and at the longest, three days, before a Refined Iron Sword would be gone.

Even if he wasn't fighting, he would end up like this just from his own training and practice.

The bounties obtained from killing Evil Soul Masters and the resources seized were not enough to cover the cost of his sword replacements!