Douluo Dalu: Sign in to the Flame Princess-Chapter 72 - : The Kind Zhao Ming

After Ning Rongrong returned to the dormitory, Xiao Wu soon emerged. She had just washed her hair, and it was still slightly damp.

Since her hair wasn't dry, Xiao Wu didn't tie it up. Instead, she let her black hair cascade freely down to her hips, adding a touch of purity to her usual playfulness.

"Sorry, I was just taking a shower," she said playfully, sticking out her tongue as she ran towards Zhao Ming, securing some loose strands of hair with a clip as she moved.

She hugged Zhao Ming's arm tightly, clearly in high spirits.

"What's up? Why are you so happy?" Zhao Ming asked, pinching her cheek playfully.

"Hehe, now that they're all gone, no one can compete with me for you," Xiao Wu said happily, hugging Zhao Ming's arm even tighter.

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Because of the close embrace, Zhao Ming could feel the slight curve of Xiao Wu's chest.

This surprised Zhao Ming a bit.

Normally, it didn't seem like much, but there was actually something there.

Though not quite like Zhuqing, she was developing well enough.

But then again, being small had its own advantages. Zhao Ming found it rather nice.

Just like life.

Sweet, sour, bitter, spicy, and salty—you have to taste them all to truly experience life.

Sticking to one flavor can get boring, and sometimes trying a new one can bring different sensations.

"So, have they grown a bit bigger?" Xiao Wu teased, noticing Zhao Ming's curious look.

"They're better than before. But how did they get bigger so quickly?" Zhao Ming asked, surprised. He remembered not long ago, they weren't much different from his own! Back then, they were just a bit noticeable, not this obvious.

"Hehe, I massaged them myself. I read in a book that massaging can make them grow," Xiao Wu said excitedly, hearing Zhao Ming acknowledge the change.

"But I've been massaging for a long time, and they've only grown a little."

Listening to Xiao Wu, Zhao Ming was speechless.

What kind of nonsense is this?

Who taught my Xiao Wu these things?

"Xiao Wu, who taught you all this?"

"I read it in a book. I just followed what it said. It also mentioned eating papaya..." Seeing Zhao Ming wasn't as happy as she expected and seemed a bit reproachful, Xiao Wu pouted.

Seeing Xiao Wu's pitiful expression, Zhao Ming felt a pang of guilt.

Perhaps he had neglected her, leading her to such thoughts. That's why she wanted to change.

"You don't need to do that anymore. I like you just the way you are."

"It's just that Sister Yan Lingji and you have already... and I haven't, even though I met you first," Xiao Wu said softly, looking down and pouting.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault. I just thought you were still young and didn't want to hurt you," Zhao Ming said, holding Xiao Wu tightly, feeling a bit guilty.

Luckily, he had addressed the issue today; it would have been harder to handle later.

"Then, can you have me?" Xiao Wu asked, wrapping her arms around Zhao Ming's neck and looking at him with eyes full of longing.

"Okay," Zhao Ming replied softly.

Blushing, Xiao Wu nestled into Zhao Ming's embrace and said no more.

Shyness, anticipation, happiness—various emotions swirled in her heart.

"Let's go eat. I'm starving," she said.

"Alright," Xiao Wu nodded, slipping out of Zhao Ming's embrace.

Being new to Shrek Academy, neither of them knew much about the place.

With no one else around, they walked slowly through the academy. Before long, they heard a commotion.

"Ma Hongjun, we've broken up. Stop bothering me."

"No, I won't allow it."

"I don't care, we can't be together. You're a soul master with a strong body, but I'm just an ordinary person."

Hearing this, Zhao Ming understood what was happening.

As they turned a corner, two figures appeared before them.

The girl looked about fourteen or fifteen, with a simple beauty, dressed in plain, rural clothes.

The boy was short and chubby, with a sparse mustache.

This must be Ma Hongjun and Cuihua.

However, seeing Ma Hongjun, Zhao Ming couldn't help but frown.

Ma Hongjun was supposed to be the ancestor of the well-known beauty Ma Xiaotao from "Douluo Dalu 2." How did someone like him manage that?

Could it be strong genes?

No, it must be the woman's strong genes. Otherwise, there's no way she could offset Ma Hongjun's shortcomings.

Ma Hongjun... or maybe it was Bai Chenxiang!

It seems this Bai Chenxiang is quite beautiful as well!

Returning to reality,

At the moment, Cuihua was struggling with Ma Hongjun, her eyes filled with fear.

This showed just how much of a shadow Ma Hongjun had cast on her.

Just as Xiao Wu was about to intervene, Zhao Ming stopped her, "Let's watch for a bit."

"Cuihua, I'm sincere about you. You can't just break up with me," Ma Hongjun pleaded, holding onto Cuihua's hand and not letting her leave.

"I know, but we're really not suitable for each other."

"You know my body..."

"Enough, we can never be together," Cuihua said resolutely.

Just as Ma Hongjun was about to say something, Zhao Ming stepped forward.

"Can I say something?" Zhao Ming asked, walking up with Xiao Wu.

Ma Hongjun glanced at Xiao Wu and froze. He had never seen such a beautiful girl before. But then he shifted his gaze to Zhao Ming, and upon meeting Zhao Ming's cold eyes, he instinctively lowered his head.

It was a fear that came from deep within.

Under that gaze, any inappropriate thoughts about Xiao Wu vanished.

"You, who are you?" Ma Hongjun's expression changed, puzzled by the oppressive presence before him.

"My name isn't important. What's important is that I can help you get rid of the evil fire in your body."

"System, are you sure about this? Don't trick me."

The reason Zhao Ming suddenly decided to help Ma Hongjun with his evil fire was entirely due to the system's words.

"Nonsense! Why would I lie to you? Ma Hongjun doesn't know how to use it, which is why he's in this state. If the host can obtain this thing, I guarantee you won't end up like Ma Hongjun, and it'll be a genuine improvement."

Really?

Hearing the system's words, Zhao Ming was both surprised and excited.

He hadn't expected the thing causing Ma Hongjun's evil fire to have such powerful effects.

This isn't a curse; it's the world's strongest tonic!

Thinking carefully, Ma Hongjun had matured faster than his peers due to the evil fire in his body, indicating it wasn't an ordinary thing.

Moreover, Zhao Ming's Undying Fire wasn't the same as Ma Hongjun's mutated Phoenix Fire. Even if Zhao Ming absorbed those things, he wouldn't end up like Ma Hongjun.

"You can help me with my evil fire?" Ma Hongjun asked, both surprised and doubtful.

"Of course. If I'm not mistaken, your martial soul is the Fire Phoenix, right? But it's a mutation, isn't it?" Zhao Ming smiled slightly.

"That's right," Ma Hongjun said, surprised that Zhao Ming knew about his martial soul issues, which weren't widely known.

"Your martial soul became stronger through mutation, but it's still different from a true Fire Phoenix. The difference lies in the impurities in your martial soul, which cause you to be constantly tormented by the evil fire."

"In the short term, it's manageable, but over time, your body will be consumed by this fire, especially your kidneys and heart. If not resolved soon, you might not live past twenty," Zhao Ming explained, mixing truth with exaggeration about the evil fire's side effects.

Hearing Zhao Ming's words, Ma Hongjun's expression changed. What Zhao Ming said matched what his teacher Flender had told him.

But Zhao Ming's version seemed more severe.

Could it be that I won't live past twenty? Did my teacher hide this from me to spare my feelings?

"But even if what you say is true, how can you help me? I've been with my teacher since I was six, and he's tried many methods without solving my evil fire problem. You—" Ma Hongjun rambled on, but then his gaze shifted, eyes burning as he looked at Zhao Ming.

In Zhao Ming's hand, a black flame danced.

The temperature around the flame was extremely high, causing the surrounding air to ripple.

Fire, this must be the legendary Extreme Fire!

Only Extreme Fire could have such a terrifying temperature. Only Extreme Fire could suppress his attributes.

"Is this Extreme Fire?" Ma Hongjun's eyes completely changed. He now believed Zhao Ming could help remove the impurities from his martial soul.

Over the years, Flender had consulted many experts and tried various methods, ultimately concluding that only Extreme Ice or Extreme Fire could save him.

Using Extreme Ice to suppress the evil fire might trigger a pure evolution of his martial soul, solving the impurities issue and transforming it into a pure Fire Phoenix. But this was risky, given the opposition between ice and fire.

The best method was for a soul master with Extreme Fire to purify his martial soul. This was ideal, but throughout history, there were very few soul masters with Extreme Fire.

This had led Ma Hongjun to abandon the idea.

But now,

A soul master with Extreme Fire was standing right before him.

And he was offering to help with the evil fire problem.

"Extreme Fire? You could say that," Zhao Ming smiled slightly. His Undying Fire could be considered Extreme Fire, perhaps even the most extreme of extremes. Extreme Fire was a concept. When a flame's temperature reached a certain level, it was deemed Extreme Fire. Naturally, there were varying strengths within it.

Just like Extreme Ice. Even the Ice Emperor's Extreme Ice was slightly inferior to the Snow Empress.

"Miss Cuihua, I gather your disagreement stems from his, well, condition. If I cure him, would you stay with him?" Zhao Ming asked with a smile, turning to Cuihua.

"If you can cure him, I'll stay with him," Cuihua blushed, responding with delight to Zhao Ming's words.

The gap between a soul master and an ordinary person was immense.

If not for her inability to endure, she would never have initiated a breakup with a soul master boyfriend. Having a soul master as a partner was a high honor for ordinary women.

Ma Hongjun also looked at Zhao Ming with newfound gratitude. Helping a stranger, even with a small favor, was no easy feat, let alone with something as significant as a martial soul issue.

To Ma Hongjun, Zhao Ming must be a righteous, kind person!

Meanwhile, Xiao Wu gazed at Zhao Ming with tender eyes.

In Xiao Wu's heart,

Zhao Ming's kind, genuine nature remained unchanged. Even after all these years, he was as kind as ever.

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