Lin Xuan Sets the Fatty on Fire, Ning Rongrong Reveals Her Background

Zhao Wuji and Dai Mubai approached. One look at Ma Hongjun rolling in the mud, then at the disgust on the three girls' faces, and Zhao Wuji knew what had happened.

Just then, a bushy-bearded boy came running from the village road.

His clothes were ragged, his hair was a mess, and he held half a steamed bun in one hand.

"Boss Dai! What happened? Why was the fatty squealing like a pig at the crack of dawn?"

The moment the boy reached the clearing, he stopped dead and stared at Ning Rongrong, who stood at the front.

Ning Rongrong wore a simple white short dress that day. Her slender waist and fair skin stood out in the sunlight.

Oscar nearly dropped the bun from his mouth. Since when did a little princess as pretty as a fairy come to this rundown village?

Then his gaze fell on Ma Hongjun, bruised all over and covered in mud, and he sighed helplessly.

The fatty must have run his mouth again and picked a fight with someone he couldn't handle.

Zhao Wuji crouched and felt along Ma Hongjun's ribs and arms.

Crack.

"Ow! Easy, Teacher Zhao! My bones are broken!"

Ma Hongjun was in so much pain that tears and snot streamed down his face as his feet kicked wildly against the ground.

"Several broken ribs. Fractures in both arms."

Zhao Wuji stood and waved irritably at Oscar.

"Little Ao, stop gawking. Get a sausage over here."

Oscar hurriedly swallowed his bun, and two yellow Soul Rings rose around him.

He cleared his throat and called out in a slightly lecherous tone:

"I've got a big sausage!"

Light flashed, and a steaming meat sausage appeared in his palm.

Ning Rongrong took a disgusted half step back.

"What kind of weird soul incantation is that?"

Zhu Zhuqing's brows drew together. She was even more disappointed in Shrek Academy.

Zhao Wuji snatched the sausage and shoved it into Ma Hongjun's mouth.

"Enough talk. Chew it and swallow!"

Ma Hongjun chewed the sausage in great gulps and swallowed it.

The sausage's healing effect soon took hold. The bruises on his body faded, and most of the searing pain from his broken bones eased.

Once he had recovered enough to stand, Ma Hongjun scrambled up and pointed at Xiao Wu, cursing her.

"Teacher Zhao! That little bitch went way too far! I just said hello and teased them a little. She nearly killed me!"

Before he finished speaking, Lin Xuan stepped forward.

He pressed the index and middle fingers of his right hand together, and three Soul Rings—two yellow and one purple—appeared around him.

A Blazing Fire Talisman formed out of thin air at his fingertips. Two rings of fire spun fiercely across the Talisman Paper, and crimson Soul Power radiated intense heat.

Lin Xuan did not stick the Talisman Paper on anyone. With a flick of his wrist, he hurled it straight at Ma Hongjun.

The Talisman Paper became a dazzling red streak in midair. A roaring wave of searing flames burst forth and slammed toward Ma Hongjun head-on!

Ma Hongjun shrieked and tried to leap back, but the bones in his legs still ached. He could not dodge.

Zhao Wuji reacted instantly. A powerful surge of force erupted from his palm as he tried to scatter the flames from a distance.

But the Blazing Fire Talisman's flames were fierce. Even after his Soul Power suppressed most of them, the remaining fire still caught Ma Hongjun's trouser leg and hair.

Boom!

Ma Hongjun's trouser leg burst into flames. Half his already unruly red hair burned away, and the smell of char drifted across the clearing.

"Ow! It burns!"

Ma Hongjun rolled frantically on the ground. He finally smothered the flames, but his entire trouser leg had burned to ash, leaving his thigh covered in angry red blisters.

Zhao Wuji lowered his hand, his expression darkening.

"Lin Xuan! You've gone too far! You're all students at the same academy, and you try to kill him over a few words?"

Dai Mubai stepped forward as well, putting himself between Ma Hongjun and Lin Xuan.

"We'll all be classmates. Ma Hongjun deserved a beating for running his mouth, but setting him on fire right in front of a teacher? That's going too far, isn't it?"

Oscar stood behind them, rubbing his hands nervously. He had never expected this mild-looking Soul Elder to fight so ruthlessly.

Lin Xuan did not even glance at Zhao Wuji. He walked toward Ma Hongjun and stopped three paces away.

"Watch your mouth, fatso."

Lin Xuan lowered his arm, his voice calm.

"Say one more filthy word, and I won't mind killing you right here. You can see whether Teacher Zhao can save you."

Ma Hongjun shuddered. Clutching his half-bald head, he hid behind Dai Mubai and did not dare make a sound.

Xiao Wu moved to Lin Xuan's side and slipped both hands around his right arm. She leaned against his shoulder, her cheek pressed to his arm.

"Lin Xuan, you're the best."

Xiao Wu nuzzled his sleeve. All the ferocity she had shown in the fight was gone; she was as docile as a pet rabbit.

Tang San stepped forward and stood beside Lin Xuan. The three stood together.

"My teacher once told me Shrek Academy was a top academy that accepted only monsters."

Tang San glanced at Ma Hongjun on the ground. Disappointment showed through his even tone.

"But from what I've seen today, its reputation seems exaggerated."

Ning Rongrong stood to one side, watching Xiao Wu cling affectionately to Lin Xuan. A pang of envy rose in her chest.

She took two steps forward, lifted her chin, and spoke coldly to Ma Hongjun.

"Lin Xuan is absolutely right! If a foul-mouthed fatty like you were in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the guards would have broken your arms and legs and thrown you into prison long ago!"

Ning Rongrong planted her hands on her hips, every inch the young lady of a powerful family.

"I'll tell you plainly. I'm Ning Rongrong! My father is Ning Fengzhi, master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!"

"If what you just said reached my Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone, how many heads would you have to spare?"

Ning Fengzhi's daughter!

At those words, Zhao Wuji's expression changed completely.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was rich enough to rival a nation and had two continent-renowned Titled Douluo in its ranks.

This level-twenty-six girl was the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's one and only cherished direct descendant!

During yesterday's assessment, Zhao Wuji had known Ning Rongrong had to be a direct descendant of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, but he had not thought further. Now, he was glad he had not hurt the sect's little princess yesterday.

Zhao Wuji forced down the anger he had been holding back.

If Ma Hongjun offended an ordinary student, the academy could protect him.

But if he truly angered the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's little princess, all of Shrek Academy would suffer for it.

Dai Mubai froze too. He turned and glared at Ma Hongjun, cursing the fatty's lack of sense. Of all the people he could have provoked, he had picked someone with such formidable backing.

Oscar drew his neck in, frightened.

He had thought he had fallen for the little princess at first sight. Now that he knew she was the young lady of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, reality doused those feelings like a bucket of cold water.

The gulf between them was simply too wide.

For a moment, the standoff held.