Ma Hongjun's Revelation: Giving Up Could Save His Life!

In Heaven Dou City, torrential rain poured down.

Flender gritted his teeth, bought a bag of Gold Soul Coin at a horse stable in the city, and rented the fastest carriage.

With a shout of "Go!", the driver cracked his whip and sped off into the rain.

He knew that Ma Hongjun's matter had a significant impact.

Once the words "Fallen Spirit Master" spread, the law enforcement officers of Heaven Dou City could come knocking on their door at any time.

They can't afford to gamble, much less afford to waste time.

This place is not safe to stay for long.

So they had to return to Suotuo City despite the torrential rain that night.

The horse-drawn carriage drove over the puddles, splashing mud everywhere, and the carriage shook violently as it jolted.

The people huddled together were all preoccupied with their own thoughts, and no one spoke.

Ma Hongjun huddled in the corner, his face deathly pale.

He gripped the hem of his shirt tightly with both hands, a stark contrast to his usual carefree and sleazy demeanor.

Shrek Academy, a prestigious institution known as Monster Academy that only admits geniuses.

Now, however, they fled in panic under the cover of night, like rats crossing the street.

This is utterly shameful.

After the carriage drove out of the city gate, Flender said with a grim face, "Speak, explain everything clearly from beginning to end."

Ma Hongjun opened his mouth, his voice trembling, "I was just drunk. I saw that girl was pretty and wanted to go over and talk to her. I really didn't do anything..."

"You're talking nonsense."

Xiao Wu snorted coldly, showing no mercy.

"You fat bastard who can't control his lower body, we were supposed to go to Heaven Dou City to broaden our horizons, but you turned it into a life-or-death struggle."

Ma Hongjun's face turned a deep liver color.

Wanting to refute but lacking the confidence, they could only bury their heads even lower.

Dai Mubai gritted his teeth and continued, "After Ye Qing came out, Oscar and I went up to argue with him, and then..."

"It turns out that guy didn't even use any Soul Skill."

Oscar added with a pained expression, "He just stood there, and the three of us were beaten so badly we couldn't move at all."

Dai Mubai gritted his teeth as he spoke, "As the owner of the Evil-Eyed White Tiger Martial Soul, I've never backed down from anyone in close combat. But I'm completely powerless against that guy. Just who is he?"

Zhao Wuji also spoke with a solemn expression, "That kid is indeed strange. When Flender and I, both Soul Sage, released our pressure at the same time, he withstood it without even flinching. Is he really just a student from the Heaven Dou Imperial Academy? This is very strange."

The atmosphere in the carriage became even more oppressive.

But Flender did not dwell on this topic.

"We'll discuss Ye Qing's matter later."

He sighed wearily, "The most important thing now is Hongjun's problem."

Ma Hongjun shuddered violently.

In the midst of the tense panic of his escape, he had been desperately trying to avoid the matter.

But once the carriage left Heaven Dou City and the danger temporarily receded, those four words clung to them even more tightly.

"Fallen Spirit Master".

He was hated by everyone, had nowhere to hide, and was wanted by the entire continent.

Thinking about how he almost became Fallen Spirit Master in the eyes of many Heaven Dou Sect, he

Cold sweat poured down his back, and his eyes suddenly reddened.

"Dean!"

Ma Hongjun's voice trembled with tears. "I'm not Fallen Spirit Master! I really am not! You must save me!"

The shout echoed through the bumpy carriage, carrying the most genuine fear of a teenager, without a trace of acting.

No one laughed in the carriage.

Just then, Zhu Zhuqing, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke, her tone calm but hitting the nail on the head.

"Is it true, as Ye Qing said, that the stronger Ma Hongjun's Evil Fire Phoenix becomes, the harder the Evil Fire is to control, and it gradually affects his mind?"

Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Oscar all turned their gazes toward Flender, Zhao Wuji, and Yu Xiaogang.

Flender's lips moved.

Zhao Wuji turned his face away.

Neither of them denied it.

This reaction itself is the cruelest answer.

Ma Hongjun's face turned deathly pale.

He always thought that the Evil Fire was just a bit troublesome, and that he could always find a way to deal with it.

For example, he could simply seek out prostitutes to relieve his sexual urges.

But the expressions on the two teachers' faces clearly told him that what Ye Qing said was true!

Yu Xiaogang rubbed his temples and said in a deep voice, "Hongjun's Evil Fire Phoenix is Mutated Martial Soul, and the Evil Fire does indeed increase with his Soul Power. Right now, he's still Soul Grandmaster and can barely suppress it. But once he continues to break through, the Evil Fire will become increasingly fierce, and the possibility of it getting out of control is extremely high."

Flender closed his eyes painfully, his voice hoarse. "Hongjun's frequenting of those brothels wasn't entirely a matter of character. His pent-up Evil Fire had to be released, otherwise it would backfire. That was the only solution I could think of."

Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing both frowned, their faces showing disdain.

They understood the reasoning behind it.

However, they cannot agree with this solution.

Tang San frowned and continued to deduce along this line of thought, "If the Evil Fire can increase with cultivation, how strong will the Evil Fire become after Fatty breaks through to Soul Elder, Soul Ancestor, Soul King, and Soul Emperor?"

He paused for a moment.

"By then, ordinary women simply couldn't withstand that level of Evil Fire. If it's still unleashed in the same way, then..."

Tang San didn't continue.

But everyone in the carriage understood what he didn't say aloud.

If the Evil Fire becomes so strong that ordinary people cannot bear it, Ma Hongjun will harm others in the process of unleashing it.

At that point, he will truly become Fallen Spirit Master!

He wasn't wronged; he was forced into it by his own Martial Soul!

Ma Hongjun completely broke down.

He gripped Flender's sleeve tightly, his voice trembling uncontrollably. "Dean! Please save me! I don't want to die, and I don't want to harm anyone. I don't want to become Fallen Spirit Master!"

Flender opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

Because he truly had no other choice.

Finally, he turned his gaze to Yu Xiaogang and asked in a dry voice, "Xiaogang, you're a theoretical Grandmaster... do you have any ideas?"

All eyes were on Yu Xiaogang.

Yu Xiaogang's expression was complicated, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

How much of a theoretical Grandmaster does he even know?

If he can't even handle his own Mutated Martial Soul, how can he possibly handle the problem of the Evil Fire Phoenix Martial Soul?

After pondering for a long time, he finally gave a cold answer.

"Stop cultivating."

The four words struck with a force louder than thunder outside the car.

If cultivation ceases and Soul Power stops increasing, the Evil Fire will not continue to grow stronger.

This is indeed the most direct method.

Ma Hongjun swayed, staring blankly at Yu Xiaogang.

What's the difference between stopping a Soul Master's cultivation and crippling them?

"I have an idea."

Tang San suddenly spoke, his tone resolute.

Ma Hongjun suddenly looked up, his eyes red and swollen as he stared intently at Tang San, like a drowning man grasping at his last straw.

"Little San, no, Third Brother! What's the plan? Tell me quickly!"

Flender and Yu Xiaogang also straightened up at the same time.

"If we can find the legendary Immortal Herb, a rare treasure containing the pure power of heaven and earth, we can fundamentally neutralize the violent energy within the Evil Fire."

Tang San said with certainty, "The Immortal Herb will definitely solve Fatty's problem."

Ma Hongjun's eyes lit up instantly.

"Where is the Immortal Herb? How do I find it?!"

Tang San sighed, his tone turning helpless.

"This thing should only exist in heaven; it's rarely heard of in the mortal world. Immortal Herb, it's something you can only encounter by chance."

It's something you can only hope to encounter...

Those few words extinguished the hope that had just been ignited in Ma Hongjun's heart.

Ma Hongjun's eyes dimmed again.

He slumped into the corner of the carriage.

Rain seeped in through the window cracks and hit his face, but he didn't bother to wipe it off.

An idea popped into my head uncontrollably.

Or... should we just give up cultivating?

He's already a Soul Grandmaster, which is much stronger than ordinary people.

Finding a wife and living a peaceful life is better than being hunted down as a "Fallen Spirit Master".

Once the idea surfaced, it generated a strange and inexplicable allure.

Ma Hongjun didn't say it aloud.

But his bowed head and dejected expression were clearly visible to everyone in the carriage.

Flender opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

Outside the car, the rain was pouring down.

Inside the car, the road ahead seemed endless.