Yu Xiaogang knew exactly what kind of man Ao Yin was.
Ao Yin drew a clear line between kindness and grievance. If someone respected him even a little, he repaid it tenfold, returning a drop of kindness with a gushing spring. But if someone deliberately looked down on him, questioned him, or made things difficult for him, he never swallowed the insult.
Watching Dai Mubai's cultivation soar before his eyes, Yu Xiaogang's face turned ashen. He gritted his teeth, still refusing to admit he was wrong, and forced out an excuse.
"He just got lucky!"
"Dai Mubai already had an excellent foundation and extraordinary talent. That's why the medicine helped him break through. It was entirely down to his own aptitude! No one else could possibly achieve the same result. You can hardly call it a miraculous effect of an Immortal Herb!"
His words had barely fallen when a second figure, his transformation complete, slowly emerged from the lingering immortal mist in the Courtyard.
It was Ma Hongjun, reborn from head to toe!
Blazing red Phoenix Flames wrapped his entire body. His clothes had been burned away by the intense heat, and his old slovenly, fat appearance was nowhere to be seen.
Behind him, the Evil Fire Phoenix Martial Soul that had once been deeply flawed and riddled with Evil Fire appeared in midair. Its wings spread wide and its flames surged. Both the purity of his Martial Soul and the quality of its fire had leaped to a new level.
With every step Ma Hongjun took, waves of heat rose from his skin, and thick, foul-smelling black impurities poured from his pores.
That dark filth was the Evil Fire toxins that had lurked in his body for years, along with the waste in his flesh and the blockages in