Qian Renxue Takes the Initiative, Brother and Sister Hold Hands! Ma Hongjun Is at His Wits' End!

The crowd's cheers gradually died down, but the looks they cast at Lan were still full of awe and gratitude.

The Purple Scorpion Girl in Lan's arms was as docile as a kitten now, her cheeks flushed as she dared not say another word.

Just then, the crowd parted on its own, opening a path.

Prince Xue Qinghe walked over.

With an admiring smile, he reached out and gave Lan a hearty pat on the chest.

"People like that need to be taught a proper lesson. Nicely done."

Lan's body stiffened slightly.

Xue Qinghe seemed to notice his unease and laughed heartily, looking especially good-natured.

"We're all buddies. It's just a pat on the chest. What's there to be afraid of?"

As he spoke, he actually took Lan's hand.

"If you're worried, I can let you..."

Before he could finish, a soft, warm sensation like jade came from Lan's palm.

That wasn't the hand of a man.

It was delicate, soft, and warm.

Lan's eyes suddenly narrowed, and he broke free of Xue Qinghe's hand without hesitation.

Xue Qinghe froze too, seemingly not expecting him to react so strongly.

Lan gave him a long look.

No, her.

This was his older sister.

Qian Renxue.

She was far too bold.

A nondescript house in Heaven Dou City.

The light inside was dim.

Vajra Bear Zhao Wuji paced back and forth irritably.

In a corner behind him, a woman sat bound, trembling with fear.

Suddenly, the door was slammed open.

A figure tumbled inside and crumpled to the floor, his body convulsing violently.

The heavy stench of blood instantly filled the room.

Zhao Wuji took a closer look, his face changing dramatically.

"Hongjun?"

"What happened to you?"

Ma Hongjun groaned in agony on the floor. His lower body was already soaked with blood, and the pain left him unable to get out a complete sentence.

"It's... it's gone..."

Zhao Wuji's heart sank. He hurried over and crouched beside him.

"What's gone? Be clear!"

Ma Hongjun looked up. His chubby face twisted with pain and humiliation, his eyes bloodshot and filled with wild hatred.

Through clenched teeth, he forced out a few words.

"My manhood... it's gone!"

Those words struck Zhao Wuji's mind like a thunderclap.

Gone?

His manhood was gone?

He knew better than anyone what that meant to Ma Hongjun.

It was the source of his Evil Fire, the very foundation of his manhood!

Zhao Wuji couldn't believe it. He grabbed Ma Hongjun's trousers, soaked through with blood, and ripped them open.

The sight before him made him suck in a sharp breath.

There was nothing but smooth skin.

Nothing was left.

The wound was neat and smooth, as if the most razor-sharp blade had sliced it clean off in a single stroke.

Gone!

It really was gone!

Zhao Wuji's hands trembled. His eyes widened as he stared fixedly at the empty wound.

Ma Hongjun...

Had become a eunuch.

Zhao Wuji's mind went blank, ringing with a dull buzz.

He stared at the smooth wound, a chill shooting from the soles of his feet to the crown of his head.

Ma Hongjun's Evil Fire Martial Soul.

He knew better than anyone how fierce and difficult to control that Evil Fire was.

At its worst, several times a day. Otherwise, the Evil Fire would attack his heart, causing anything from damage to his meridians to...

Zhao Wuji didn't dare think any further.

Without an outlet, wouldn't that uncontrollable Evil Fire burn him to ashes?

He'd explode and die!

At the thought, Zhao Wuji felt an inexplicable chill in his own lower body, as if his own parts had started aching too.

Just looking at that wound hurt.

He swallowed with difficulty, crouched down, and asked in a dry voice,

"Hongjun... does it hurt?"

"Of course!"

Tears and snot streamed down Ma Hongjun's face as he cried,

"Try chopping yours off and see!"

Zhao Wuji was at a loss for words, his expression turning deeply troubled.

Rubbing his head, he paced irritably in place.

The dean, Flender, had warned him again and again to keep a close eye on Hongjun and help him deal with the Evil Fire problem.

And what happened?

He'd only gone to a nearby village to "invite" a girl back for him, and in that little while, Hongjun had ruined himself?

Even his manhood was gone!

If Flender found out, wouldn't that old monster fight him to the death?

Ma Hongjun curled up on the floor, trying to explain through the pain.

"I... I just couldn't hold it in anymore!"

"I thought I'd look around the auction house, see if I could find somewhere..."

"But then I ran into some kid. We had a disagreement, and he... he cut mine off!"

"What was I supposed to do? I couldn't help it!"

Zhao Wuji's head was pounding. He hurried over and held him down.

"Enough, enough. Don't get worked up!"

"How can I not get worked up?"

Ma Hongjun jerked his head up, looking like a madman.

"It's gone! It's gone!"

"All right, all right. Don't get worked up."

Zhao Wuji fumbled through his Soul Tool for wound medicine and bandages, then carefully treated the injury.

The stench of blood mingled with the smell of medicine.

Ma Hongjun's face was as white as paper, but the hatred in his eyes seemed almost tangible.

"Teacher Zhao..."

He gritted his teeth.

"You have to avenge me! That kid... that kid isn't strong!"

"His strength... he's only a little stronger than me!"

Afraid Zhao Wuji wouldn't believe him, he emphasized,

"Really, just a little!"

"Don't worry."

Zhao Wuji patted his shoulder and reassured him in a low voice.

"Whoever he is, if he dares lay a hand on a student of Shrek, I'll make him pay!"

As he spoke, Zhao Wuji clumsily tied off the bandage and glanced toward the corner.

The bound woman was still trembling there.

He rubbed the back of his head, looking troubled.

"So... what do we do with this woman now?"

The moment the words "Evil Fire" surfaced in Zhao Wuji's mind, Ma Hongjun's body jerked.

A familiar burning sensation surged without warning from his dantian, rushing fiercely through his limbs.

Then a soul-searing pain shot through his lower body.

"Hss—"

He sucked in a sharp breath. The wound he'd just bandaged was instantly stained red with fresh blood.

"Ahhh! It hurts!"

Ma Hongjun clutched his lower body and wailed in agony.

"Can we please stop talking about this? I just got it bandaged, and it's bleeding again. It hurts!"

"Fine, fine. We'll stop."

Zhao Wuji panicked too and hurriedly said,

"Then... should I let her go?"

The moment he heard the words "let her go," Ma Hongjun grew frantic with pain, tears nearly spilling from his eyes.

The wound in his lower body felt as if someone had thrown salt on it, and the agony doubled.

"Pfft—"

Another stream of blood shot out.

"C-can you stop talking?"

"My dick's gone, and you're still going on about this bullshit!"

Zhao Wuji scratched his head, looking utterly innocent.

"Then I'd better let her go."

"Damn it!"

Ma Hongjun let out a despairing cry.

"It... it split open again!"

The long street outside the auction house was dimly lit.

The gentle smile on Xue Qinghe's face stiffened slightly at Lan's instinctive retreat.

His outstretched hand hung in midair, leaving him somewhat awkward.

Lan wasn't used to this.

"Sorry."

Lan's voice was cool, though not hostile.

Xue Qinghe's cheeks flushed slightly, but he soon regained the composure and warmth expected of a crown prince.

His smile grew even broader, as though the little incident had never happened.

"This prince was too forward."

With that, he reached out again, faster than before.

This time, he gave Lan no chance to react, seizing Lan's wrist directly and firmly.

The touch at Lan's wrist was warm and delicate.

"Come on, what's the big deal?"