Revenge!

Flender's eyes lit up the moment he saw Lin Feng, as if he had spotted a life-saving straw, and he asked urgently:

"Little Lin! Think fast—among those magical pieces of Godly Gear in your martial soul, is there anything that can suppress evil fire and steady the mind?"

Lin Feng shook his head upon hearing this, his face full of helplessness.

"I have items for recovery, damage reduction, and defense boosts, but as for steadying the mind or suppressing evil fire? I'm sorry, I really don't."

No sooner had he finished speaking than he seemed to recall something, and his expression changed abruptly.

"Dean, you didn't give that to Hongjun, did you? That stuff absolutely cannot be used on him."

"It's over. How could I have forgotten about that?"

Flender reacted instantly, the anxiety on his face replaced by regret.

He nodded, his tone carrying a hint of relief, "I did use it... but fortunately, I only gave him the thousand-year-level one."

The evil fire within Ma Hongjun was already a bucket of gasoline waiting to ignite, and this Whale Rubber was a substance that stoked carnal desire; adding fuel to the fire like this, it would be strange if he didn't explode.

Listening to their conversation, Ma Hongjun trembled violently. He lunged at Flender, clutching his thigh tightly and crying out.

"Dean, you have to save me! I don't want to die."

He then turned and grabbed Lin Feng's arm, sobbing:

"Brother Feng! I know you're capable—you must have a way, save me!"

"What kind of way could I possibly have?"

Lin Feng shrugged helplessly, "Since there's fire, just vent it."

This evil fire was a defect of his martial soul; unless he could purify and cure it with immortal herbs like in the original legends, there was simply no other way.

It was just like himself—he had to swallow gold coins to unlock his martial soul's abilities. There was no second path, and no one could help him.

Flender naturally understood the implication of his words. His face darkened instantly, and he glared at Lin Feng, snapping irritably:

"Have you been hanging out with Dai Mubai lately? You're so knowledgeable—does your teacher know about this?"

At the mention of Qian Renxue, Lin Feng immediately became agitated, pointing at his nose and saying, "Dean, you can eat anything, but you can't just say anything. If you dare to slander me in front of my teacher, I really will fight you to the death."

He had a premonition that if he actually did that, he would be finished—and in a way that couldn't be smoothed over.

Flender looked at him, a meaningful smile curling the corners of his lips as he said slowly:

"Don't worry, Little Lin. Before your teacher left, she specifically told me that while she's away, I must keep a close eye on you."

"I will be watching you at all times, forever."

"You really are crazy. Let's see if my teacher believes a profiteer like you or a student like me."

Lin Feng rolled his eyes in silence and retorted. He shoved the lust-stricken Ma Hongjun out the door and slammed the office door shut behind him.

"Wait outside for a moment. I need to discuss a solution for your problem with the Dean."

"Don't worry, you won't die. If you really can't hold it in, just find a place to take care of it yourself."

Ma Hongjun opened his mouth outside the door, wanting to say something, but he was met with a solid door in his face and could only stand there, stunned.

"What do you mean by 'take care of it myself'?"

Lin Feng leaned toward Flender's desk, a smile plastered on his face as he got straight to the point.

"Dean, I want to ask, what is the specific strength of the Blood Wolf Mercenary Group?"

Flender frowned, leaning back in his chair with a look of vigilance.

"Aren't we supposed to be solving Ma Hongjun's problem? Why are you suddenly bringing up the Blood Wolf Mercenary Group?"

"You're giving me too much credit. I truly have no way to cure his martial soul defect."

Lin Feng waved his hand, the smile on his face fading as he said seriously:

"The Fatty has two paths: either stop cultivating from now on and live a stable life as an ordinary person, or keep cultivating while venting the fire, and see his cultivation soar from here on out."

"He is your disciple; you know his situation better than I do. Some things, he has to choose for himself."

As for why he didn't mention the immortal herbs—it was a joke; he didn't even dare to touch them himself right now. If he really thought Dugu Bo was just a harmless snake, he would be dead for sure; if Tang San hadn't had Tang Hao backing him in the original story, he would have been killed without a doubt.

He couldn't rush the matter of the immortal herbs. The most critical issue was that he didn't know the map of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, and even if he borrowed Qian Renxue's power to reach it, it would be useless.

The person he summoned also had to be someone who didn't know about these immortal herbs; otherwise, if one or two were stolen, he wouldn't even have a place to cry.

Flender sighed heavily, the look of worry on his face deepening as he persisted.

"Is there really no way at all? Not even something to suppress it temporarily?"

"No."

Seeing his refusal to give up, Lin Feng decided to break it down for him, stating bluntly:

"Even if there were, so what? This is a hurdle he has to face sooner or later. To put it plainly, the Fatty's temperament is the same as Dai Mubai's. Expecting him to suppress his evil fire while cultivating? Heh, that's simply impossible."

He waved his hand, pulling the topic back.

"Alright, think about that yourself when you go back. You're not my disciple anyway. Hurry up and tell me, what is the true strength of the Blood Wolf Mercenary Group?"

Flender sat up straight, his eyes full of vigilance.

"Tell me first, what are you planning to do?"

"Don't tell me you want to go and take revenge on them. If that's the case, don't even think about it. The leader of the Blood Wolf Mercenary Group, Zhou Man, is a Soul Douluo. We can't beat them."

Lin Feng breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this and waved his hand.

"It's just one Soul Douluo; it's not a big problem."

"To tell you the truth, I've already planned it out. I'll call you and Uncle Zhao, then borrow a Soul Douluo or even a Title Douluo from my teacher. When the time comes, we'll just flatten the Blood Wolf Mercenary Group."

Flender saw through his little scheme at a glance, looking at him with a half-smile.

"Revenge? I think you brat are mostly aiming for their treasury, aren't you?"

A flash of ruthlessness crossed the depths of Lin Feng's eyes as he retorted.

"Cutting off someone's path to wealth is like killing their parents. Dean, can you honestly say you don't hate them for this? We are merely giving them a taste of their own medicine."

The smile on Flender's face vanished instantly. His expression turned serious as he warned him in a low voice.

"You brat, remember this: never go down a crooked path or enter the demonic way for the sake of money. The path of cultivation is long; it doesn't matter if you're a bit slow. A stable foundation is what matters most."

Lin Feng gave a bitter laugh and spread his hands.

"Dean, you can rest assured about that. My teacher is an Angel. If I really dared to walk a crooked path, she would probably be the first one to judge me."

"Meeting your teacher is a blessing you've cultivated over eight lifetimes."

Flender shook his head, feeling that this fate was truly wondrous, then shifted the topic and teased:

"Speaking of which, didn't your teacher hand out one hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins just like that? If you're short on money, just ask her for it. Why go through all this bitter trouble to earn it yourself?"

Lin Feng paced to the window, stood with his hands behind his back, and spoke with a calm expression.

"Dean, I didn't expect you to take my jokes seriously. As a man, how can I rely on a woman for everything? It seems your ideological awareness is not very high and needs improvement."

The afternoon sun spilled through the window lattice onto him, stretching his shadow long and casting an aura of righteousness about his entire person.

If he hadn't already seen through this brat's true colors, Flender would have really been fooled by his act. He immediately laughed and scolded him irritably.

"Oh? Then who was it that took those one hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins before?"

"I suddenly remembered that the swordsmanship my teacher assigned hasn't been practiced yet. I'm leaving."

Lin Feng coughed awkwardly twice, turned around, and slipped out the door. Before running out, he didn't forget to look back and add, "If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your agreement. You go talk to Uncle Zhao about this, and I'll go gather the others."

After Lin Feng's figure ran off into the distance, Flender put away the smile on his face, raised his hand to adjust the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a cold, sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

"Blood Wolf Mercenary Group, it is time to settle this debt."

Thinking of Ma Hongjun still waiting outside the door, he sighed heavily and walked out with his hands behind his back.