Revenge!

Flender's eyes lit up the moment he saw Lin Feng, as though he had spotted a lifeline. He hurriedly asked:

"Xiao Linzi! Think quickly—among those miraculous pieces of equipment from your martial soul, do you have any Godly Gear that can suppress Evil Fire and steady the mind?"

Lin Feng shook his head helplessly.

"I've got ones for recovery, damage reduction, and defense boosts. But something that steadies the mind and suppresses Evil Fire? Sorry, I really don't."

As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to recall something. His expression suddenly changed.

"Headmaster, you didn't give Hongjun that stuff, did you? He absolutely can't use that."

"Damn it, how did I forget about that?"

Flender immediately realized it as well, and the anxiety on his face was instantly replaced by regret.

He nodded, though there was still a hint of relief in his voice.

"I did... but thankfully, I only gave him thousand-year-grade stuff."

The Evil Fire in Ma Hongjun's body was already like a barrel of gasoline ready to explode at the slightest spark. Whale Rubber was something that induced lustful fire—adding fuel to the flames. It would have been strange if he had not exploded on the spot.

Listening to their conversation, Ma Hongjun trembled all over. He lunged at Flender, wrapped his arms tightly around his thigh, and cried out.

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

Then he turned and grabbed Lin Feng's arm, choking back sobs as he said:

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

"What can I do?"

Lin Feng shrugged helplessly.

"If there's fire, let it out."

This Evil Fire was a flaw in Ma Hongjun's martial soul. Unless it could be purified and cured at the root with immortal herbs like in the original story, there was no other way.

Just like Lin Feng himself, who had to rely on swallowing Gold Soul Coins to unlock his martial soul abilities. There was no second path, and no one could help him.

Naturally, Flender understood what he meant. His face instantly darkened, and he glared at Lin Feng as he scolded him irritably.

"You brat, have you been hanging around Dai Mubai too much lately? You know quite a lot, huh? Does your teacher know?"

The moment Qian Renxue was mentioned, Lin Feng immediately bristled. Pointing at Flender's nose, he said:

"Headmaster, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't just say whatever you want. If you dare slander me like that in front of my teacher, I'll fight you to the death."

He had a feeling that if Flender really did that, he would be finished—and not in a way that could be soothed over.

Flender looked at him, a meaningful smile curling across his lips as he drawled:

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

"I'll be watching you at all times. Forever."

"What a lunatic. Let's see whether my teacher believes you, you crooked merchant, or me, her student."

Lin Feng rolled his eyes and shot back. He shoved the lovestruck Ma Hongjun straight out the door, then shut the office door behind him.

"Wait outside for a bit. I'll discuss a way to solve your problem with the headmaster."

"Relax, you won't die. If you really can't hold it in, go find somewhere and deal with it yourself first."

Ma Hongjun opened his mouth outside, still wanting to say something, but was met with a solid slammed door. He could only stand there dumbly.

"What does he mean, deal with it myself?"

Lin Feng walked over to Flender's desk, a smile spreading across his face as he got straight to the point.

"Headmaster, I want to ask—just how strong is the Blood Wolf Mercenary Group?"

Flender frowned slightly, leaning back with a guarded expression.

"Weren't we talking about solving Ma Hongjun's problem? Why are you suddenly bringing up the Blood Wolf Mercenary Group?"

"You think too highly of me. I really can't cure his martial soul flaw."

Lin Feng waved his hand, the smile fading from his face as he spoke seriously:

"Fatty has only two choices. Either he stops cultivating from now on and lives peacefully as an ordinary person, or he cultivates while venting the fire, and his cultivation will keep soaring."

"He's your disciple. You know Fatty's situation better than I do. Some choices have to be made by him."

As for why he did not mention immortal herbs—what a joke. He did not even dare touch them himself right now. Did they really think Dugu Bo was some harmless pushover? If Tang San had not had Tang Hao backing him in the original story, he would have died without question.

There was no rush when it came to immortal herbs. The biggest problem was that he did not know the map of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well. Even if he borrowed Qian Renxue's power to obtain it, it would be useless.

And whoever he called in had to know nothing about immortal herbs. Otherwise, if one or two were secretly picked, he would not even have a place to cry.

Flender let out a heavy sigh, the worry on his face deepening as he asked unwillingly:

"There's really no way at all? Not even something that can suppress it temporarily?"

"No."

Seeing that Flender still refused to give up, Lin Feng simply laid it bare.

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

He waved his hand and brought the topic back around.

"Enough. Go think about that yourself. He's not my disciple anyway. Hurry up and tell me, just how strong is the Blood Wolf Mercenary Group?"

Flender sat upright, his eyes full of wariness.

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

"Don't tell me you want revenge against them. If so, forget it. The Blood Wolf Mercenary Group's leader, Zhou Man, is a Soul Douluo. We can't beat them."

Lin Feng relaxed upon hearing that and waved his hand.

"It's just one Soul Douluo. Not a big problem."

"To be honest, I've already decided. I'll bring you and Uncle Zhao, borrow a Soul Douluo from my teacher—maybe even have a Title Douluo make a move—and then we'll wipe out the Blood Wolf Mercenary Group."

Flender saw through his little scheme at a glance and looked at him with a half-smile.

"Revenge? I'd say you brat are eighty percent after their treasury, aren't you?"

A vicious glint flashed through Lin Feng's eyes as he asked in return:

"Cutting off someone's source of income is like killing their parents. Headmaster, can you say you don't hate them for it? We're only repaying them in kind."

The smile on Flender's face immediately vanished. His expression turned solemn as he warned in a low voice:

"Remember this, brat. Never go astray for money or enter the evil path. The road of cultivation is long. It's fine to go slower. A solid foundation is what matters most."

Lin Feng gave a bitter smile and spread his hands.

"Headmaster, you can rest assured about that. My teacher is an Angel. If I ever dared walk the evil path, she'd probably be the first to judge me."

"Meeting your teacher was a blessing you cultivated over eight lifetimes."

Flender shook his head, feeling that fate truly worked in mysterious ways. Then he changed the subject and teased:

"Speaking of which, doesn't your teacher give you a hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins whenever she makes a move? If you need money, just ask her. Why work so hard to earn it yourself?"

Lin Feng paced over to the window and stood with his hands behind his back, speaking calmly.

"Headmaster, I never thought you'd take my casual jokes seriously. As a proper man, how can I rely on a woman for everything? It seems your ideological awareness isn't very high, old man. It needs improvement."

The afternoon sunlight streamed through the window lattice onto him, stretching his shadow long behind him. His entire body seemed to radiate an air of righteous dignity.

If Flender had not already figured this brat out, he might truly have been fooled by that act. He immediately laughed and cursed irritably.

"Oh? Then what about those hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins you took like a dog?"

"I suddenly remembered that I haven't practiced the swordsmanship my teacher assigned me yet. I'll be going now."

Lin Feng coughed awkwardly, turned, and slipped toward the door. Before running out, he did not forget to turn back and add:

"If you don't say anything, I'll take that as agreement. Go tell Uncle Zhao about it. I'll go round up some people."

After Lin Feng's figure disappeared into the distance, Flender's smile faded. He raised a hand to adjust his glasses, and a cold, sharp glint flashed through his eyes.

"Blood Wolf Mercenary Group, it's time to settle this score."

Remembering Ma Hongjun, who was still outside, he let out a heavy sigh and walked toward the door with his hands behind his back.