Ma Hongjun, now dressed, accepted the cultivation art Ye Ruilin handed him, his face full of curiosity.
"Brother Ye, can this cultivation art really solve my problem once and for all?"
The young boy's face was filled with longing as he looked at Ye Ruilin expectantly.
Then he saw Ye Ruilin nod lightly.
In that instant, Ma Hongjun's eyes lit up.
"I choose the second option!"
"I don't want to go looking for women every day."
A trace of bashfulness flashed across the young boy's face as he said the second sentence.
"This cultivation art may be something only you can practice."
"After all, obtaining sufficient yang energy is quite difficult."
A smile played on Ye Ruilin's lips. He had created this art specifically for Ma Hongjun alone.
"Brother Ye, thank you."
Though he did not understand the value of the cultivation art in his hands, Ma Hongjun vaguely sensed how precious it was.
This made him, already prepared to follow Ye Ruilin, even more wholeheartedly devoted.
From this day onward, he would be Ye Ruilin's most loyal little brother! No one could compare to him.
Ye Ruilin had no idea what Ma Hongjun was thinking. Seeing the kid grinning foolishly, he offered a few pointers.
"If there is anything you don't understand in the early stages of cultivation, come ask me. This art is still somewhat profound for you, but once you get started, your progress will be rapid."
Ma Hongjun nodded quickly, a silly grin on his face.
Looking at him now, there was none of the lecherous air he had possessed during his time at Shrek.
Ye Ruilin could not help but sigh. Ma Hongjun had clearly been a simple, innocent child.
It was only because he had followed someone like Flender that he had become so lecherous later on.
Now that Ye Ruilin had gotten there first, he naturally would not allow Ma Hongjun to become that lecherous little fatty from his past life again.
Kirin Ye Clan.
"Clan Head, bad news."
"It seems the Second Branch has also successfully advanced and become a Title Douluo."
A subordinate approached Ye Zhentian with a grave expression.
After all, everyone had their own thoughts.
Ye Zhenting and Ye Zhentian were both exceptionally talented. In their youth, they had been the clan's two greatest prodigies, and Ye Zhenting was also more socially adept.
Many people had believed the position of clan head would be passed to Ye Zhenting.
After all, Ye Zhentian was honest and dull-witted, truly less suited than Ye Zhenting to lead the clan.
Unfortunately, Ye Zhentian became a Title Douluo first. Even though some were dissatisfied, the old clan head still passed the position to Ye Zhentian.
Ye Zhenting had brooded over it ever since and failed to break through for a long time, until today.
"That brat, the second brother, has long been dissatisfied with you becoming clan head."
"Now that he has also become a Title Douluo, I fear..."
A trace of worry appeared in Madam Ye's eyes as well.
Ye Zhentian, however, took it in stride, a cold smile appearing on his face.
"So what if he has become a Title Douluo?"
"Since he fell behind me by three years, he will spend the rest of his life beneath my feet."
"He had better pray he does not fall into my hands."
With a cold snort, he clearly did not regard Ye Zhenting as a threat.
"Before he became a Title Douluo, if anything happened, the elders would certainly have stood on your side."
"Other than the Supreme Elder in seclusion, you were the clan's only Title Douluo."
"Now that he has become a Title Douluo as well, those wavering elders will likely make their own choices."
Madam Ye shook her head. She saw things more clearly than her husband did.
Though the entire Kirin Ye Clan appeared to be one whole, its internal factions had long been clearly divided.
The divisions between those factions were like cracks within a massive stone.
Before absolute strength, they showed no sign of themselves.
But when another tremendous force collided with it, those cracks would be laid completely bare.
"Ruilin is out there alone. I am afraid the second brother will make a move against him."
Madam Ye's expression darkened.
Ye Ruilin was the only son of her eldest branch. If anything happened to him, it would be a devastating blow to the entire branch.
"How dare he?"
Ye Zhentian flew into a rage at once.
He was fiercely protective of his own. If anyone touched his son or wife,
he would fight that person to the death.
Even if it was his own brother.
"Where exactly is that brat right now?"
"Tell him to come home immediately."
Madam Ye was uneasy. She felt she could only relax if her son was under her own watch.
Ye Zhentian's expression stiffened.
It seemed he had not told his wife that their son had gone to Sunset Forest.
He had originally thought it was merely a simple trip, but now it seemed that if he told her, she would only worry more.
"Do not worry. He has been cultivating at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect during this time."
"I have also asked Ning Fengzhi to take care of the brat. He will certainly look after him well."
"Cultivating at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is at least safer than staying in the clan."
Ye Zhentian said.
Madam Ye lowered her head and pondered for a moment before nodding in agreement.
The second brother was right here at home. If he truly wanted to do something, it would indeed be impossible to guard against.
"That is true. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is safer than home right now. Have Old Wu remind that brat not to go out recently."
Madam Ye instructed.
Cold sweat instantly poured down Ye Zhentian's back.
He raised a hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, then nodded with a serious expression.
"Do not worry. I will definitely have Old Wu notify that brat."
Though he said so aloud, his heart was filled with unease.
If the tigress at home learned that the brat had already run off to Sunset Forest,
it would not only be the brat who suffered. He would suffer too.
All he could do now was hope that the brat returned from Sunset Forest quickly.
As for the brat's safety, Ye Zhentian was not worried.
As far as he knew, the brat had three Title Douluo accompanying him.
He himself did not have the standing to ask the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo to act.
He had no idea how that brat had managed it.
Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.
After rushing all the way, they finally arrived at the outskirts of Sunset Forest.
By then, Ma Hongjun's Soul Power had also reached level 10.
Ever since learning that Ma Hongjun had reached level 10 in Soul Power, Ning Rongrong had been holding back a breath of frustration.
She had originally thought there was still quite a gap between herself and that brat.
Yet in only half a month, the brat's Soul Power had actually caught right up to hers.
Now, he had even reached level 10 just like her.
Not only that, under Brother Ye's guidance, the brat's strength seemed to have become incredibly formidable.
Even Grandpa Bone had lavishly praised his ability to control flames.
The little girl felt a powerful sense of crisis.
All she wanted now was to obtain her First Soul Ring as quickly as possible, then cultivate diligently and widen the gap between herself and that brat.
She wanted Brother Ye to know that she was the most talented one by his side.
Ma Hongjun had no idea about Ning Rongrong's little thoughts. He simply lowered his head and diligently cultivated his Nine Heavens Burning Fire Art.
Under Ye Ruilin's guidance, the Evil Fire within his body, which had once had nowhere to settle, finally seemed to have found its home.
Looking at the flames that appeared in his palm, the young boy wore a confident smile for the first time.
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