Wronged

"Master, Mubai and I were just walking along the road. I don't know why, but this fatty suddenly rushed out and tried to attack me."

"Luckily, Mubai blocked him for me, so he didn't succeed. But he crippled both of Mubai's hands."

"That damned fatty must have had an Evil Fire flare-up and wanted to use me to satisfy his lust. Master, you have to punish him severely!"

Bibi Dong's phoenix eyes darkened. She gave Hu Liena an angry look and thundered, "I thought you had decent talent and wanted to help you rise. Who knew you would dare disrespect the Holy Maiden of my Spirit Hall!"

"But I was only..." Ma Hongjun was about to speak.

Bibi Dong cut him off with a sharp rebuke. "Silence! Yue Guan, handle this according to the rules. Dai Mubai is your disciple, so you will be responsible for escorting Ma Hongjun to prison. Mind yourself. Don't go too far."

"Yes, Your Holiness." Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan bowed in acknowledgment, his eyes filled with fury.

His newly accepted disciple had inexplicably had both hands crippled. Had the Pope not been present, he would already have lost control.

Seeing how close this little fatty had been to the Pope, he had thought the Pope wanted to test him before taking him as a disciple.

Who knew this damned fatty really couldn't change his vile nature? It had only been a few days, and he had already caused trouble like this.

But this was just as well. Since His Holiness the Pope had specifically instructed him to escort Ma Hongjun to prison personally, he would certainly give him a proper education there.

He even dared lay hands on Chrysanthemum Douluo's disciple. Did this damned fatty have a death wish?

Before he was shackled and thrown into prison, Ma Hongjun was still desperately trying to explain.

He had never expected Bibi Dong to show him no consideration whatsoever, ordering him straight to prison after hearing just a few words from Hu Liena!

Only moments ago, the two of them had been cultivating together in that great hall, their ears and temples brushing.

Yet in the blink of an eye, the lofty Pope had branded him a criminal, as though all that earlier affection and intimacy had been false.

He hadn't even been given a chance to defend himself.

Ma Hongjun couldn't understand. He had clearly been defending passively the entire time and had never taken the initiative to attack.

It was Hu Liena who had tried to pry into the secrets of his cultivation art, provoking his own power into retaliating and injuring Dai Mubai. Hu Liena had clearly been the one provoking and attacking him all along!

Ma Hongjun desperately tried to speak. He wanted to plead for mercy, for the sake of that cultivation art, for the sake of all the dancing they had done together during this time.

But Chrysanthemum Yue Guan's oppressive aura was faster than Ma Hongjun's words.

Ma Hongjun immediately found himself unable even to speak.

Just like that, he was gagged and taken to prison, bound to a torture rack, and tortured by the jailers.

Ma Hongjun even felt as though the whips the jailers took turns lashing down were striking someone else. He himself felt no pain at all.

Blood streamed down his body like a brook, even staining the specially made restraints on him red.

"You damned fatty. You actually dared land yourself in my hands."

"Don't worry. Since the Pope has spoken, I won't beat you to death."

"But I'll come down to see you every day. I'll make you unable to live or die in this prison until my disciple Dai Mubai recovers." With that, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan glared angrily at the two jailers administering the punishment. "Haven't you two eaten? Put some strength into it!"

The two jailers naturally dared not offend a Titled Douluo. The whips in their hands immediately began whistling through the air.

Ma Hongjun felt a blaze of fury raging inside his chest.

He had been betrayed by a friend he had once considered a companion, bullied and suppressed by Spirit Hall's Holy Maiden, and even Pope Bibi Dong, whom he had always thought was his powerful backer, merely treated him as a useful toy.

Everything in this world was false. All of it was false!

Power. Only with power could he truly control his own destiny.

And more importantly, he had to make those two conceited, lofty bitches pay!

No matter what he had to give, he would make those two pay!

Ma Hongjun's fury had reached its limit. The flames in his consciousness space burned ever more fiercely, gradually turning into a strange, two-colored flame.

The two halves of the flame burned with a clear divide, one red and one black. The red half displayed the vibrant aura of life-joy, striving, and rebirth-while the black half embodied ultimate destruction and the nothingness that destruction brought.

Ma Hongjun's teeth ground audibly. He raised his head and glared furiously at the two jailers torturing him and Chrysanthemum Yue Guan, who sat to one side sipping tea. He would carve their faces firmly into his memory.

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan noticed Ma Hongjun's gaze and immediately knitted his brows. "He still has the strength to glare at me at a time like this? Try something new on him, you two. He's far too comfortable."

The two jailers obeyed, bringing out a full arsenal. Iron skewers, pliers, iron hooks, and more took their turns. They even brought out the pointed wooden stake used on women.

"Hmph, brat, you should count yourself lucky the Pope said to spare your life. Otherwise, you would have died long ago."

Despite this treatment, the flames in Ma Hongjun's sea of consciousness only burned more fiercely.

Without uttering a sound, Ma Hongjun endured every instrument of torture. By the time he was thrown into his cell, his body looked like a rag doll.

But Spirit Hall's dungeon had a dedicated healing Soul Master. Two Soul Skills immediately stopped his bleeding.

The damage to his body had not fully healed. He was merely being kept alive.

Ma Hongjun closed his eyes without a word. Once everyone had left, red flames flowed through his body, repairing most of his injuries in the blink of an eye.

Although his body had recovered, Ma Hongjun's fury had not diminished in the slightest. He discovered that he had entered a strange state.

He was clearly filled with rage, yet he was terrifyingly calm.

Rather than interfering with his thoughts, this fury gave him even more motivation to carry out every step that followed.

He was waiting for an opportunity, one that would truly let him turn the tables.

The moon gradually sank westward, and the first day passed just like that.

Roosters crowed as dawn broke and the red sun rose.

Martial Dao System of Divine Transcendence

Disciples: 2,513

Copper Skin Realm: 100%

Iron Bone Realm: 25.1%

Golden Juice Realm: Derivation in progress...

Current cultivation arts: Nine Transformations of Heaven and Man (second level, 17.4%), Nine Lives Profound Art of Penetrating the Netherworld (first level, 89.6%), Bhagavad Gita (second level, 3.6%)

Bhagavad Gita (second level, 3.8%)

Bhagavad Gita (second level, 3.9%)

Bhagavad Gita (second level, 4.0%)

Bhagavad Gita (second level, 4.1%)

Wang Qiye stared at the constantly rising progress bar on his status panel, utterly dumbfounded.

I've been working myself to the bone, diligently teaching students here, and you're telling me the progress bar only went up twelve points?

Meanwhile, over there, I taught him the beginning and left him alone. It's barely been any time since I last saw him, and the progress bar is shooting up.

"Are you messing with me?"

"Could there be something wrong with my teaching ability? But when I taught Rongrong, she understood everything as soon as I explained it."

After thinking it over, Wang Qiye still shook his head.

"No, no. Zhu Zhuqing's cultivation art is more dangerous. I still need to teach her more. As for Ma Hongjun, that lousy cultivation art of his is all about doing whatever he wants and just going for it. I should focus on training this disciple first."

With that thought, he waved into the distance, and Zhu Zhuqing jogged over.

Two seconds later, her shadow jogged over as well.

Wang Qiye rolled his eyes helplessly. "I already told you, you have to become one. Become one. Although you have a clone, you and your clone are one person."

"But Master, I just think fighting with two bodies would be stronger than fighting with one, right? Besides, each of these two bodies can do things independently. It's like I've turned from one person into two. Isn't that amazing?"

Wang Qiye glared at her. "Keep that up and you won't be far from going mad. Remember this: the three lives and three lifetimes mentioned on the Pride of Heaven Ranking aren't a joke. She is your past life. You already died in your past life. You were one person to begin with. There's no such thing as splitting into two people or two bodies. Remember that well."

Zhu Zhuqing pursed her lips. "Got it."

Despite saying that, she simply couldn't understand what past and present lives meant, or what reincarnation meant.

"Besides, what do you mean, they aren't two bodies? Isn't this clearly one original body and one clone?"

The shadow on the ground said this.