Zhou Yi Mu Jin: Come to the teacher's office tonight

While the entire crowd remained immersed in the crushing display Tang An had just delivered, a woman with exquisite short curly hair walked over quickly.

Her skin was as fair as porcelain, and a faint tear mole at the corner of her eye added a touch of cold allure. Her form-fitting uniform outlined a slender yet curvaceous figure, while black silk stockings encased her shapely, straight legs.

This was none other than the Class Two head teacher, Mu Jin, and Zhou Yi's sworn rival.

Having witnessed Tang An's performance firsthand, Mu Jin's eyes were practically glowing with greed. If she could poach such a monster for her own class, what chance would Zhou Yi have in this year's Outstanding Teacher evaluation?

Mu Jin's face blossomed into a smile, her tone dripping with obsequiousness: "This student, I am Mu Jin, the head teacher of Class Two. Our class has far better teaching resources than Class One. Would you consider transferring over?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yi's face darkened instantly. She stepped in front of Tang An like a ruffled mother hen: "Mu Jin, this is a student in my class. Do you have no shame, trying to poach my talent right in front of me?"

Mu Jin sneered: "Teacher Zhou, excellent students naturally deserve excellent teachers. With talent like Tang An's, aren't you afraid he'll be buried by the iron-fisted education of a class famous for its high dropout rate?"

Just as the two were arguing heatedly, steady footsteps approached from a distance.

A middle-aged man in grey robes walked over quickly, the badge of the Dean's Office pinned to his chest. He stopped before Tang An and bowed respectfully: "Young Master An, the Vice Pavilion Master wishes to see you."

"Young Master An."

The moment those words left his lips, Zhou Yi and Mu Jin both fell silent.

They had guessed that Tang An had a deep background, but for someone from the Dean's Office to address him as "Young Master An" with such reverence—this background was simply terrifying.

Tang An knew exactly what was going on; Cai Mei'er was looking for him for no other reason than Ma Xiaotao.

After he displayed the Destruction Fire at the training grounds yesterday, Yan Shaozhe clearly couldn't sit still anymore. Subduing a lackey with Ultimate Fire wouldn't be bad; it would be like having an extra artillery piece for future fights.

Tang An nodded at the man in grey: "Lead the way."

Seeing Tang An about to leave, Zhou Yi grew anxious. With Mu Jin lurking like a tiger, she had finally managed to pick up a priceless treasure. If this shameless woman took advantage of the situation to snatch him away, she wouldn't be able to sleep for the rest of her life.

Ignoring her pride, Zhou Yi hurriedly called out: "Student Tang An, could you come to my office later? I have some questions I'd like to ask you."

Mu Jin's eyes narrowed upon hearing this. What kind of tricks was this old hag trying to pull? Was she planning to restore her original appearance and use her "beauty charms"?

Then again, young men were hot-blooded; perhaps he really did need a sensible female teacher to guide him.

Not to be outdone, Mu Jin followed suit, her voice deliberately softened: "Student Tang An, I also have a few questions regarding cultivation that I'd like to ask you."

As they finished speaking simultaneously, they locked eyes, sparks practically flying in the air, before both snorted and turned their heads away.

Tang An glanced at the two of them, his thoughts turning. Huo Yutong needed to go to the Soul Guidance Department, so chatting with Zhou Yi first wouldn't hurt; he needed her to know about Huo Yutong's talent.

As for Mu Jin, he was curious to see what kind of scheme this woman could cook up. Teacher seduction?

Tang An smiled and nodded: "Fine, I will come to instruct you both tonight."

Inside the Vice Pavilion Master's office, Cai Mei'er and Ma Xiaotao had been waiting for a long time.

Cai Mei'er was wearing a long academy uniform skirt today, the cinched waist highlighting a dignified yet curvaceous figure. With white silk stockings and high boots, she exuded the aura of a mature, commanding woman.

She was pacing back and forth, her expression anxious.

Ma Xiaotao stood by the window, her fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders. Her figure was tall and sultry, with provocative curves. Her tight-fitting combat gear outlined an impressive waist-to-hip ratio, though her stunning face was marred by the gloom and irritability caused by the Evil Fire.

The door pushed open, and Tang An walked in.

Cai Mei'er immediately went to greet him, her face full of smiles: "Little An, you're here."

Catching a glimpse of Ma Xiaotao still standing motionless by the window, a flash of urgency crossed her amethyst-like eyes, and she shot the girl a fierce glare.

Ma Xiaotao was baffled by the look. As a genius soul master who had been pampered since childhood, when had she ever been accustomed to bowing and scraping to anyone?

Tang An looked at Cai Mei'er and joked: "Secretary Cai, what is it? You know my time is very precious. The consequences of disturbing me are quite severe, you know."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Ma Xiaotao could no longer hold back. Her willow-leaf brows arched, and she stepped forward: "How are you talking to Auntie Cai? Do you know that Auntie Cai is..."

Before Ma Xiaotao could finish, Tang An moved.

No one saw his movements clearly; they only felt a blur before their eyes. The next second, Ma Xiaotao's wrist was pinned behind her back, and she was pressed face-down onto the desk, trapped in a posture of shame and fury, unable to move.

Cai Mei'er stood to the side, cold sweat dripping down her back. She wanted to plead for mercy, but a single look from Tang An froze her in place.

"As a Shrek student, you dare speak rudely to the Vice Pavilion Master. Do you know the consequences?" Tang An finished, raised his hand, and brought it down.

Smack!

The crisp sound echoed through the office. Ma Xiaotao shuddered, burning with shame and rage, two red clouds instantly rising on her face.

"This slap is for your lack of respect for your elders."

Smack! The second slap landed.

"This slap is for your lack of discipline."

Ma Xiaotao gritted her teeth, struggling desperately to resist. The Evil Fire within her surged uncontrollably, and scorching dark red flames rose from her body.

But the next second, a wisp of dark red flame appeared in Tang An's palm—the Destruction Fire.

Ma Xiaotao's Evil Fire shrank back instantly as if it had encountered its natural predator, curling up inside her and trembling, unable to muster even a shred of resistance.

Ma Xiaotao was completely stunned. Her Evil Fire had been a world-destroying force since she was a child; it had never been this cowardly. It felt like a low-level beast encountering an apex predator at the top of the food chain.

Smack! The third slap landed, the force a bit lighter than the first two, followed by a gentle rub.

"As for this one," Tang An paused, "well, I just felt like hitting you."

Tang An released her, stepped back, and took a handkerchief from his robes to wipe his fingers, his expression as calm as if he had just disciplined a disobedient child.

He turned to look at Cai Mei'er, his tone relaxed: "Secretary Cai, who is this, and what did you come to me for?"

Ma Xiaotao lay slumped over the table, her mind in complete chaos.

Her backside burned with a stinging pain, but strangely, the Evil Fire within her body seemed much more settled; the Fire Poison that had constantly burned her into a state of restless agitation had actually eased, if only slightly.

This sensation was so bizarre that she found herself unable to decide whether to be furious or relieved.

Cai Mei'er wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, having already cursed Yan Shaozhe eight hundred times in her heart; it was all his rotten idea, and now look, they had started the meeting with three slaps.

She took a deep breath and, with a conciliatory smile, explained Ma Xiaotao's situation in full: she had been tormented by the Evil Fire for years, her mental state was on the verge of collapse, and if it wasn't resolved soon, she would likely follow in the footsteps of an Evil Soul Master.

Once finished, she hurriedly added an explanation for Ma Xiaotao: "Vice Pavilion Master, this isn't actually Xiaotao's personality; it's the Evil Fire that has driven her to this."

"The Xiaotao from before was gentle in nature and kind to everyone she met; she was well-liked among her peers, but after years of being tortured by the Evil Fire, her temper has become increasingly volatile."

Tang An sat down in his chair, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the armrest as his gaze shifted back and forth between Cai Mei'er and Ma Xiaotao.

He would certainly help; gaining an Ultimate Fire enforcer for free was a profitable deal, and he had already suppressed her spirit.

Ma Xiaotao was currently standing straight while clutching her backside, wanting to look at Tang An but not daring to; her gaze darted away, her eyes slightly red, yet she bit her lip and remained silent.

However, suppression alone was not enough; he had to make them pay a price, for things obtained too easily were never cherished.