Ma Hongjun listened to Dai Mubai.
He pursed his lips in disdain.
"What a bullshit Grandmaster."
"Didn't he just see how strong Brother Ning was and decide to put him in his place?"
"He wanted Brother Ning to kowtow and admit his mistake, then he'd put on an act of compassion and offer a few words of guidance. I saw through this ages ago."
"Didn't you notice I ignored him?"
Dai Mubai lightly tapped Ma Hongjun on the head.
"Stop talking nonsense."
"Grandmaster is pretty famous."
"He might not amount to much himself, but he dared to say there are no useless Martial Souls in this world, only useless Soul Masters."
"That makes him someone out of the ordinary."
Ma Hongjun rubbed his head, seemingly spotting a blind spot.
"That does make some sense."
"If there are no useless Martial Souls..."
"Why is he still only level twenty-nine?"
"Could it be..."
Ma Hongjun clicked his tongue. "What a ruthless man."
"He even insults himself."
Dai Mubai glanced at him without answering.
He really could not figure that out either.
It was just that Grandmaster's theory of the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul really was famous.
Ma Hongjun did not press him.
He simply changed the subject. "Boss Dai."
"Brother Ning's asleep. How about you come with me to..."
"No!" Before Ma Hongjun could finish, Dai Mubai firmly refused.
"You should go to those places less often, too."
"Put your mind into cultivating."
"Those places aren't clean."
With that said...
Dai Mubai lay straight down on his bed.
He closed his eyes, ready to sleep.
Ma Hongjun froze briefly, then pushed the door open and left in displeasure. "Going to those places is cultivation for me, too!"
"Brother Ning said everyone cultivates differently!"
"Not clean... Boss Dai, you say those places aren't clean and your twin sisters are clean, but I can't afford to keep them! I'm a commoner! Do you really think everyone was born a noble like you?"
Ma Hongjun complained all he liked.
But he was not truly angry.
He understood that Dai Mubai avoided those places not because he thought they were unclean, but because a girl he was attracted to, and perhaps had some entanglement with, had come to Shrek.
Only then had he decisively given up the twin sisters.
But if it were Ma Hongjun...
He would rather choose the twin sisters.
After all, that was double the cultivation!
An essential road to becoming a genius!
Meanwhile...
Over by the girls' dorms...
Laughter kept coming from Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong's room.
"Is this Grandmaster really that impressive?"
"He dared to expel Lu Ning as soon as he arrived? Even Dean Flender didn't seem to dare contradict him."
Xiao Wu wore pink bunny pajamas that covered her figure completely. From the outside, there was no way to make out her slender curves; only those long legs stood out.
Ning Rongrong wore a pale blue-green nightdress that left her legs completely exposed. The translucent fabric even let one glimpse what lay beneath, and her shapely figure made one want to take a bite.
"You could call him impressive."
"Or you could say he isn't... he's just so-so~"
Ning Rongrong deliberately spoke mysteriously, making Xiao Wu beside her even more curious. Xiao Wu poked her hard through her nightdress, making her shudder as though shocked by electricity and plead for mercy.
"I'll tell you, I'll tell you!"
"Dean Flender didn't contradict him, but not because he didn't dare."
"It's because, when they were young..."
"The two of them and a female Soul Master were known as the Golden Iron Triangle."
"Their Martial Soul Fusion Skill could rival a Titled Douluo."
"As for whether it really could..."
Ning Rongrong smiled, as though she had merely heard an amusing tale. "That's hard to say."
"So..."
"It wasn't that Flender didn't dare. He was just giving this newly arrived Grandmaster some face out of consideration for their old friendship."
"If things really reached the point of driving Lu Ning away..."
"They might even fall out."
Xiao Wu nodded, only half understanding.
"Then this Grandmaster really does have some ability."
"At least he can use a Soul Skill with other people and put up a fight against a Titled Douluo."
Ning Rongrong did not deny that.
Even if it was two gods carrying a pig.
At least he counted as a decent pig.
"But my father and my two grandpas have also said..."
"There are many kinds of Soul Masters in the world, each with different cultivation methods. You can't limit yourself to a single form."
"For ordinary people, drinking really does get in the way."
"But there are always exceptions."
"Doesn't your Xiao San get up every morning to cultivate facing the sun? If you ask me, Grandmaster's theories aren't necessarily suitable for Lu Ning."
Ning Rongrong sounded certain.
Not every philosophy was universally applicable!
"You're right."
Xiao Wu thought for a moment.
Sleepiness swept over her, and she yawned lazily.
Seeing that, Ning Rongrong said no more.
She smoothed out her bedding.
Then she lay down to rest as well.
Late that night...
Lu Ning, still deep in his drinking stupor, slowly rose.
Even if the drinking option could speed up his cultivation...
He still drank it through his mouth.
After sleeping until the dead of night...
The urge to urinate still came surging in.
"Did I drink too much today?"
His eyes bleary, Lu Ning braced himself against the bed and sat up.
He glanced at the bed deliberately left for Fatty. It was empty.
He knew Ma Hongjun must have headed to the red-light district.
It was not that Lu Ning refused to go.
It was simply that the red-light district had not seen anyone new in three years. Even the youngest woman was nearly forty. Lu Ning really could not muster any interest, and even Little Lu went limp in protest.
Going would do no good.
The older, the more charming?
They still had to be good-looking!
Lu Ning supported himself on the edge of the bed as he made his way out. Every step felt like treading on cotton, and he could not muster the slightest strength.
He had drunk too much during the day.
Now he could barely even stand steady.
The village was dark.
He could not even see the path clearly.
"Ah, that feels good!"
Lu Ning opened the gate and released the flood.
He cried out in relief.
After a couple of shakes, he headed toward the room.
He had no idea how long he walked.
At the sight of a bed, Lu Ning groggily lay down.
He casually draped an arm over.
The softness beside him came into his embrace.
Only, a layer of clothing separated him from that softness.
Lu Ning paid it no mind and merely muttered to himself, "Strange. Since when did Boss Dai start wearing these furry pajamas?"
"A noble, all right. Even the fabric he sleeps in is this nice."
Lu Ning rolled over again.
His hand settled on the soft spot on the other side.
A little puzzlement stirred within him.
"Hm?"
"Fatty's back?"
Lu Ning reached out and squeezed.
It was soft and springy, and the way it bounced back made Lu Ning inwardly marvel at how good it felt.
But as his hand moved, Lu Ning increasingly sensed something was wrong.
Fatty used to come over to share their sleeping quarters.
There was nothing strange about him coming tonight.
Lu Ning and Dai Mubai would both leave a bed for him so he would not have to sleep alone.
But this belly...
Why had it gotten smaller?
So small it did not seem like a belly at all.
It was more like...
Lu Ning abruptly sat up.
He looked at his hand in the moonlight.
Most of his drunkenness vanished in an instant.
How was the thing in his hand Ma Hongjun's belly?!
It was just that one hand could not hold all of it.
That was what had led Lu Ning to misjudge.
This was clearly Ning Rongrong's...
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