Bhagavad Gita

When Ma Hongjun walked out of the Pontiff Palace that day, even he did not know how he had made it out.

He had actually been alone in a room with the current pontiff of Spirit Hall, and she had even applied medicine for him herself. Even now, Ma Hongjun still felt those slender, white-jade hands pressing against his back.

"Hey, you didn't do anything perverted to my master, did you?" A voice suddenly struck from behind him without warning.

Ma Hongjun jumped in fright before he saw that Hu Liena had been waiting for him at the hall entrance all along.

"What could I have done?" For some reason, Ma Hongjun sounded a little guilty.

"Who knows what a pervert like you might do? Let me tell you, my master may be forgiving and kind to everyone, but if you think she's easy to bully and start harboring improper intentions toward her..."

"How could I possibly..."

Ma Hongjun's face flushed crimson. Hu Liena's words had struck the bull's-eye.

It went far beyond harboring improper intentions; he had practically been itching to act. If reason had not successfully suppressed his actions, Flender and the others could have been arranging his funeral feast by now.

But he obviously could not admit that to Hu Liena.

Hu Liena stared fiercely at Ma Hongjun, looking him up and down as though searching for a weakness. "I remember the Heaven Ranking said you were especially susceptible to your instincts, hmm?"

With her hands behind her back, Hu Liena leaned toward Ma Hongjun's ear in a show of playfulness, then blew gently into it.

Ma Hongjun instantly turned into a boiled prawn, blood surging through his entire body until he was absurdly red, before doubling over like a prawn as well.

"Men are just like this. Lowly, base creatures who can't take even the slightest bit of power."

"Tell me, if I started screaming right now that you were trying to molest me..."

Hu Liena did not finish, but Ma Hongjun could already imagine his fate.

The Temple Army was nearby and could come at a single call. Even if he explained himself, would anyone listen?

Hu Liena was the pontiff's disciple. Even thinking with his backside, he knew whom they would believe.

Yet despite his terror, his body's instincts were still throbbing desperately. In fact, that very fear made his instinctive urges even stronger.

Just as Hu Liena was about to go further and have some proper fun with this ugly fatty, teaching him who was in charge here, a cool voice suddenly came from inside the hall. "Nana, stop."

"But, Master, he..."

Before Hu Liena could finish, the voice sounded again, sterner still. "Nana, are you refusing to listen even to me now?"

Only then did Hu Liena relent. The pink hearts in her eyes faded, becoming normal pupils again. She had been using her Soul Skill all along.

"Hmph, you damned fatty, listen carefully. As long as I'm around, you'd better tuck your tail between your legs and behave. Don't think ranking above me on the Pride of Heaven Ranking means anything. You'd better remember that!"

With that, Hu Liena turned and walked straight into the hall. "Master~ why were you so stern with me? I was only playing a little joke on him..."

Her voice grew sweeter and softer with every word, nothing like her earlier domineering manner.

"You are Spirit Hall's future Holy Maiden. Don't get too close to people like that."

The voices gradually faded until Ma Hongjun could no longer make them out, but that last sentence had clearly come from Bibi Dong.

"People like that..."

Ma Hongjun crouched on the ground, slowly waiting for the throbbing in his blood to subside before he dared head into the city.

Although his body's instincts had settled, an Ignorance Fire burned inside Ma Hongjun.

He had been affected by his bodily instincts since childhood, and every single person he met had viewed him through tinted glasses.

Lecher, thug, disgusting, filthy-he had heard countless ugly words. But was this something he himself wanted?

His body's instincts were not under his control!

Hearing that final sentence, his previously amorous heart had instantly felt an indescribable chill.

All sorts of self-destructive impulses kept arising in Ma Hongjun's heart.

But his parents' comforting advice and Dean Flender's special care made it impossible for him to cast everything aside.

He walked down the mountain expressionlessly. At its foot lay Spirit City, where ordinary people lived, its lights already beginning to twinkle. Yet now, he did not know which light shone for him.

Dean Flender had become an elder of Spirit Hall, and Teacher Zhao Wuji had become a commander of the Temple Army. Each had his own affairs to attend to.

They had only managed a brief gathering today because the Pride of Heaven Ranking had been released, giving them a rare half-day to slack off.

In the end, the only place Ma Hongjun could return to was the luxurious residence assigned to him. It was cold inside, without a single person there.

Ma Hongjun opened the door, ready to sleep. He would skip cultivating for today...

"Within great bliss lurks great terror. Little fatty, you're rather impressive, touching the edge of Ignorance Fire so quickly."

"Who are you?" Ma Hongjun instantly grew wary.

"Don't worry, I mean no harm." The only answer Ma Hongjun received was a pair of tiger-like eyes suddenly lighting up. "After all, I crossed half the Douluo Continent just for you, little fatty, and in only half a day. Do you think that was easy?"

Though the words were simple and casual, Ma Hongjun suddenly felt as though a savage, terrifying beast had awakened inside the room. The slightest baring of its fangs would tear him to shreds.

"Senior, what brings you to me? Do you want my Pride of Heaven Ranking rewards? I haven't used them yet. Please take them."

Inside the room, Wang Qiye laughed heartily. "I'm not in the habit of robbing people. Quite the opposite-I've come to give you something."

"What do you mean?"

No sooner had Ma Hongjun spoken than he heard Wang Qiye say, "I'll leave this cultivation manual here. If you can learn it, you should be able to control your instincts."

With that, the eyes in the darkness abruptly vanished, as though they had never appeared.

Ma Hongjun cautiously approached. There was no one in the room. Had the book not been lying quietly on the table, he would have thought he had imagined everything.

"Senior, are you still here? Senior?" He called several times, but no one answered.

Ma Hongjun looked at the table. Four large gold-stamped characters adorned the book's cover: "Bhagavad Gita."

Ma Hongjun was puzzled. Were there really people this kind these days?

This senior had done nothing to him and had instead given him a book, which, according to him, was some sort of cultivation manual.

But there was no such thing as a free lunch in this world.

But what could he want from me? I have neither money nor influence. He doesn't even care about the Soul Bone and Pride of Heaven Ranking rewards I just received.

Most importantly, according to him, this cultivation method can control my instincts.

Ma Hongjun hesitated for a long time, but ultimately could not resist the temptation to resolve the trouble his instincts caused.

I'll just take a look. I'm only looking, not cultivating. Even if there are traps hidden in the method, they can't do anything to me.

Once Dean Flender has time, I'll ask him to look it over with me. Hehe, I'm so clever!

With a faint sense of anticipation, Ma Hongjun gently turned to the first page.

Outside Ma Hongjun's house, Wang Qiye held a leash, sitting leisurely on a blue-scaled back.

"Silly child, you shouldn't just open files other people give you. You've never fallen victim to an internet scam..."

"But don't worry. This cultivation method of ours isn't a virus."

Wang Qiye turned toward the window of Ma Hongjun's mansion, where a blaze of Ignorance Fire churned and burned, its glow reflected on the window.

"Ooooooh, aaaaaaaaah~~~~!!!!!!"

"Fuck your mother!!!!!!!!!"

"Oh, looks like it's started."

Wang Qiye tugged the leash forward twice, only to find that his mount did not move.

Looking down, he saw the blue-scaled creature shaped like a puppy.

"I say, Sect Master Yu, we've still got plenty to do today. You need to perk up! Keep playing dead, and I might just forget how to restore your human form."

Yu Yuanzhen let out a howl and forced his trembling body to keep moving forward.

Only then did Wang Qiye nod in satisfaction. "Look at you, just look at you. How did your body get so weak? What's so hard about crossing the Douluo Continent in four hours? You're a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, and you can't even do that? I came along with you, so why am I not tired at all?"

The puppy-sized Yu Yuanzhen struggled to hold himself up, wanting to cry but having no tears.

You rode me all the way here! What the hell would you be tired for!