bookandnovel Chapter 3 Suppression! Innate Full Soul Power! Becoming Flander's Apprentice!
Chapter 3 Suppression! Innate Full Soul Power! Becoming Flander's Apprentice!
Flander's excitement lasted only a moment.
Because he noticed that Ma Hongjun's condition was not right.
The child was trembling all over, veins bulging on his forehead, his jaw clenched, and blood seeping from the corner of his mouth—from biting his tongue. His eyes were bloodshot, the pupils reflecting a dark red firelight, as if some force had seized his mind.
The evil fire backfired.
Flander's expression changed drastically.
He was certainly aware of the drawbacks of the Evil Fire Phoenix, as recorded in ancient texts—the evil fire would constantly erode the host's mind, causing them to develop uncontrollable desires. If not channeled in time, it could lead to demonic possession or even death from body explosion.
The six-year-old child in front of us had just awakened, and the evil fire had already begun to backfire.
This shows that the quality of the child's martial spirit is higher than he imagined, so high that the moment it awakens, the evil fire reaches a level that needs to be suppressed.
"Everyone, stand back!"
Flander let out a low shout, and his aura suddenly erupted.
Seven spirit rings rose from beneath his feet—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, a full seven rings, shimmering with dazzling light in the sunlight.
The villagers in the square had never seen anything like this before.
The oppressive aura emanating from the black spirit ring felt like a mountain pressing down on one's chest, making it hard to breathe. Several timid women collapsed to the ground, while the children cried loudly in fear.
"Soul... Soul Saint!"
A knowledgeable villager shouted out in a trembling voice, his legs spinning.
Flander ignored the commotion around him.
His gaze was fixed on Ma Hongjun. He reached out with his right hand, his five fingers loosely clenched, and a powerful surge of soul energy flowed from his palm, transforming into invisible chains that enveloped Ma Hongjun.
As the first yellow spirit ring lit up, Flander's palm emitted swirling cyan winds that gently yet irresistibly wrapped around Ma Hongjun's body, enveloping the dark red flames in his palm layer by layer.
As if sensing a threat, the evil fire suddenly erupted.
The dark red flame flickered violently, and the turkey's phantom struggled frantically, trying to break free from the suppression of the wind's binding force. Ma Hongjun's body also trembled, and he let out a suppressed groan.
Flander's brow furrowed even more.
The ferocity of this evil fire far exceeded his expectations.
A child who has just awakened his martial spirit can actually contend with his first soul skill? Although he only used less than 10% of his power, it is still astonishing enough.
"Suppress them!"
Flander let out a low shout and increased the output of his soul power.
The second spirit ring lit up, and the number of azure whirlwinds doubled, locking the evil fire in place.
The dark red flames surged and thrashed in the swirling wind, eventually calming down and retreating back into Ma Hongjun's body.
Ma Hongjun's body suddenly stiffened, then as if all his strength had been drained, his legs went weak, and he fell forward.
Flanders reacted quickly and caught him.
"Kid, are you alright?" Flander's voice rarely carried a hint of concern.
Ma Hongjun was panting heavily, sweat streaming down his face.
He almost thought he was going to die.
That evil thought came on so fiercely, like a wild beast that hadn't eaten for a hundred years, it wanted nothing more than to tear him apart. If Flander hadn't intervened in time to suppress it, he really didn't know what he would have done.
No wonder Ma Hongjun in the original novel went to a brothel.
It's not a matter of self-control at all; the backlash from the evil fire is a form of physical torture. Even an adult might not be able to withstand it, let alone a child.
"I...I'm fine," Ma Hongjun said in a hoarse voice, trying to steady himself.
Flander stared at him for a few seconds to make sure he had regained his senses before letting go.
"Your martial soul is not an ordinary turkey." Flander's voice was deep and serious. "If I'm not mistaken, this is a mutated martial soul—the Evil Fire Phoenix."
The Fiery Phoenix.
Upon hearing these four words, the surrounding villagers were completely bewildered; they didn't understand these things. But Ma Hongjun was already prepared, and simply cooperated by showing a confused expression.
"Evil fire... Phoenix?" he repeated, his voice carrying just the right amount of doubt.
"Yes." Flander nodded. "It's a mutated form of the Phoenix Martial Soul, with an evil nature in its flames, making it far more powerful than ordinary fire-type Martial Souls. But you've also felt the price—the evil fire will constantly backfire on its host, causing you to have... some inappropriate impulses."
He spoke cryptically, after all, the child in front of him was only six years old.
Ma Hongjun nodded as if he "understood but didn't quite understand," but in his heart he was thinking: Of course I know, I also know how you solved it in the original story—you sent me to the brothel.
"Teacher... Dean Flander," Ma Hongjun addressed him, a hint of lingering fear in his eyes, "Will that feeling from just now ever happen again?"
Flanders' silence was the best answer.
Ma Hongjun's heart sank.
"My suppression is only temporary." Flander sighed, a rare look of helplessness on his face. "The evil nature of the Evil Phoenix is rooted in the Martial Soul itself. External forces can only suppress it, not eradicate it. Moreover... the more it is suppressed, the more violent the backlash will be in the future."
He paused, looking at Ma Hongjun with a complicated expression.
"Kid, your days aren't going to be easy."
Ma Hongjun fell silent.
It wasn't out of fear, but out of contemplation.
In the original story, Riverland treated Ma Hongjun quite well, but his solution was definitely misguided. Venting in brothels only provides temporary relief and will only fuel his anger, creating a vicious cycle.
But he's different.
He has a better solution.
"Dean Flander," Ma Hongjun raised his head, his gaze clear and resolute, "is there any hope for my martial soul?"
Flanders did not answer immediately.
He closed his eyes, his mind rapidly processing the knowledge he had accumulated over the years. Records of the Fiery Phoenix were already scarce, and information on how to eradicate the problem of the Fiery Phoenix was completely lacking.
"I don't have a perfect solution for now," Flander finally said honestly, "but I can teach you to control your soul power and slow down the frequency of your evil fire attacks. Also, choosing the right soul rings might have some regulating effect."
At this point, he changed the subject, his eyes becoming sharp.
"However, that's for later. Now, let me see your soul power."
Flander took out a pale blue crystal ball from his pocket; it was the standard instrument used to test soul power. The crystal ball was small, just the right size to hold in the palm of his hand, and its surface shimmered with a soft luster.
"Put your hands up here and unleash your full soul power."
Ma Hongjun took a deep breath and covered the crystal ball with his right hand.
He knew that this moment would be the key to his fate.
In the original story, Ma Hongjun's innate soul power was level nine, making him a genius among geniuses. However, his six years of training were not in vain—his daily physical training, coupled with the transmigrator's soul's precise control over his body, resulted in his physical fitness and meridian flow far exceeding those of his contemporaries in the original story.
He wanted to see what the results of these efforts would be.
Soul power activated.
The crystal ball lit up.
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