A Waste Controlled by Evil Fire, a Lowly Mongrel Chicken

Bibi Dong sat cross-legged on the bed, holding an Aromatic Silk Beauty in one hand and an Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid in the other.

Immortal energy swirled around the two herbs. They were translucent and beautiful.

She almost couldn't bear to eat them.

But if she wanted to escape the Rakshasa God's Evil Thought and heal the hidden injuries in her body,

she had to eat them.

She had once been a level ninety-nine Limit Douluo,

but the Divine Test, the Rakshasa God's Evil Thought, and his Divine Power had tormented her until she fell to level ninety-eight.

Her Divine Test was also so difficult that its end seemed nowhere in sight.

She had to find another way.

And these Immortal Herbs were one of her best options.

She washed them clean, picked up the Aromatic Silk Beauty, and began eating. It tasted unlike ordinary grass, with a little juice in each bite.

Before long, she had eaten it all.

A mysterious energy surged from her stomach through every part of her body.

It was warm and wonderfully comfortable.

She sat cross-legged and circulated her Soul Power, absorbing the herb's effects.

The herb's energy was truly remarkable. It spread through her entire body in an instant.

She could smell an unusual fragrance lingering around her nose,

exactly like the herb's scent.

It seemed to be coming from her.

She felt impurities leaving her body. The Rakshasa God's Evil Thought even showed signs of being suppressed, while the poison in her Martial Soul seemed to settle down, no longer as vicious as before.

The feeling was more wonderful than anything she had ever known.

She felt as though she might float away.

"Roar..."

The Rakshasa God's Evil Thought let out a furious roar, as if it had met its natural enemy.

The raging, frenzied Evil Thought she had once been powerless against was steadily retreating.

Bibi Dong was thrilled—

That damned thing had denied her peace for years, flaring up again and again.

At times, it had nearly driven her mad.

It had even made her want to kill,

to destroy the world.

But now she felt far better than she had imagined.

The Immortal Herb was working.

Even her Soul Power, which had not grown in years, was rising again.

It was like a spring bubbling up in a parched desert.

She could barely contain her excitement.

Meanwhile, Fang Fan walked through Suotuo City holding Zhu Zhuqing's hand.

Zhu Zhuqing ate a grilled fish as they strolled, seemingly in a good mood.

A chubby redhead in a red belly band and overalls approached with a lecherous-looking young man holding a large sausage.

The two were laughing and chatting.

"All right, this is where we part ways. I'm going to the brothel to get rid of this Evil Fire... You go sell your sausages!"

The redhead was burning up. Even the sight of a cow on the street made him want to rush over.

He forced himself to hold back, suppressed the Evil Fire, and quickened his pace.

"Huh... Whoa, Fatty,

look at that pretty girl in the pink dress up ahead. That figure... Those legs...

She's even more stunning than the two at Shrek!"

Oscar clicked his tongue in amazement, nearly drooling as he stared.

"How did she grow up like that? Her figure's perfect!"

"Holy shit... What luck! I never thought I'd run into a beauty like her. Her figure's better than Xiao Wu's or Ning Rongrong's, and those legs are so long and pale.

What's a beauty like her doing with that guy?

If only I could have a turn with her!

And Oscar, you fake gentleman! You act all honest and devoted around Rongrong, following her around like a puppy. But the moment you see a beauty out here, you stare so hard you start drooling!"

Ma Hongjun laughed at him in contempt.

"Watch me. I'll sweet-talk her into bed..."

"A Soul Master who never causes trouble isn't a good Soul Master, right?" Oscar said.

"Exactly! That's what the Dean says!"

Ma Hongjun gave Oscar an approving thumbs-up, smoothed his red hair, and strutted forward.

As far as he could tell, the two ahead were ordinary people without a trace of Soul Power.

And he was one of Shrek's little monsters.

Winning over that busty beauty would be easy.

"Hey there..."

Ma Hongjun ran a hand through his red hair and swaggered toward Zhu Zhuqing, giving her a flirtatious look. Greed filled his eyes; he looked ready to devour her.

His Evil Fire burned unbearably.

"Hey, beautiful... What a figure you've got. Spend a night with me! Heh heh..."

"Don't turn your nose up at him, beautiful. Fatty's a genius! You'd be millions of times better off with him than with that useless ordinary guy beside you!"

"Get lost!"

Zhu Zhuqing's gaze turned cold, and her voice was colder still.

She had never encountered anyone so reckless and brazen.

The air around them seemed to drop several degrees.

Fang Fan stared at the chubby man. What a disgusting creep. He was nothing but a waste controlled by Evil Fire.

"Whoa... So fierce. So cold. I love it! In a moment, I'll have you begging for mercy!"

The aloof beauty's voice only excited Ma Hongjun more. His eyes nearly bulged as he took several steps forward.

"Fatty's Martial Soul is a top-tier Beast Martial Soul, a phoenix. You'd be lucky to be with him. He might even become a legendary Titled Douluo one day!"

Oscar felt he had done all he could to help. Flender's influence had rubbed off on him, after all, so he spoke up for Fatty.

"He's just a lowly mongrel chicken, and you call that a top-tier Beast Martial Soul? Keep dreaming!"

Fang Fan scoffed and wrapped an arm around Zhu Zhuqing's slender waist. Having her warm, soft body against him felt wonderful.

Zhu Zhuqing's cheeks reddened slightly.

"Fuck you! You dare call my Martial Soul a lowly mongrel chicken?"

Ma Hongjun's anger ignited at once.

Oscar froze too. That handsome young man was in trouble. How could he insult Fatty's Martial Soul like that?

Didn't he know Fatty hated being told his Martial Soul was a chicken more than anything?

The kid had kicked a hornet's nest.

Oscar could already imagine how badly this would end for him.

"A chicken dreaming of becoming a phoenix!"

Zhu Zhuqing was angry now too, and her voice dripped with contempt.

"You're asking to die!"

Ma Hongjun flew into a rage. Boom! Two Soul Rings pulsed around him as flames wreathed his body. With a piercing screech, he summoned the Evil Fire Phoenix.

He had thought he could find a beauty far lovelier than the women at the brothel to help him vent his fire—

especially with a figure that good.

Instead, these two had been foolish enough to anger a genius like him. They could not blame him for what happened next.

He would drag her away by force, torment her, and watch her beg for mercy!

Ha ha...

His eyes were bloodshot. He was close to losing control, and his body trembled faintly.

"You're in trouble..."

Oscar had not expected Fatty to get this angry.

"That fire does have some heat to it!"

Zhu Zhuqing was a little surprised. This chubby man had reached level twenty-six, and his phoenix Martial Soul was indeed fairly strong.

But as her husband Fang Fan had said, he was nothing more than a waste controlled by Evil Fire.

His Evil Fire was impure.

He would never amount to much.

Ma Hongjun suddenly lunged at Zhu Zhuqing and Fang Fan like a streak of flame.

"Do you want to handle him, or should I?"

Fang Fan looked at Zhu Zhuqing. She seemed angry, though he was a little angry himself.

People raised on such twisted ideas only knew how to cause trouble. They had no bright future ahead of them.

If they had not met Tang San, Spirit Hall would probably have wiped them out long ago.

Zhao Wuji had been the same back then: he had dared to kill people from Spirit Hall,

taken pride in it, then fled to Shrek.

With people like that teaching them, it was a wonder these students had not all turned out useless.

"I'll do it!"

Zhu Zhuqing whipped out a kick, swift as lightning.