Meng Xuan, after his daily training, walked past an empty classroom on his way back to his residence.
He suddenly came to a halt, a strange feeling creeping over him. Something was not right. As his demonic power increased, his perception had also sharpened—his intuition couldn't be wrong.
He stood before the empty class at his right-hand side, watching it for a while before finally moving toward it.
Just as he was about to reach for the doorknob, he stopped and pulled out a mask from his spatial storage ring. He didn't know what he was going in for, but keeping one's identity hidden was always the safest choice.
Though the class was naturally silent, he wasn't surprised. Every classroom in Radiant Sky Academy had a soundproof door. This prevented one class from disturbing another. His intuition could also not be wrong. He was sure there was something in the class, maybe even a living being.
With his mask on and his black long hair tied in a ponytail, no one could identify him as Meng Xuan.
He slowly turned the knob of the door, but it didn't budge, standing firmly. The door was locked.
Meng Xuan was then more sure that there was something inside.
Since the door was a red plastered timber door, it wouldn't be hard to destroy the lock's latch with his primordial demonic flame.
He surveyed his surroundings before he proceeded, carefully burning away some parts so it wouldn't be noticeable from outside.
The door slowly opened and he was met with...
At the far end corner of the classroom, a guy with blue hair was half-naked in the sense that his shorts only reached below his knee. Another lady with green hair crouched like a dog, her knee touching the ground, her two palms flat on the floor.
The lady was being pounded from behind. The guy's buttocks moved rhythmically, and with every thrust, a soft, ecstatic moan escaped the lady's mouth. He had first thought it was a rape, but seeing the lady also replying instinctively, he discarded his thought.
He instantly made a decision in his mind, his smooth lips slightly curling upward.
The two hadn't noticed Meng Xuan. They were probably too intimate in their sexual affairs. Only when Meng Xuan took a step in did they react.
The guy with blue hair turned toward him with a conflicted expression. He was clearly irritated at Meng Xuan's entrance.
The girl's face turned beetle-red as she nervously covered her bosom and her pelvic region in a fluster, also using the guy's body as cover. Meng Xuan couldn't help but stifle a laugh, inwardly seeing the girl's shameless reaction.
The blue-haired guy, whose identity Meng Xuan wasn't really familiar with, pulled his shorts back up. He glared at Meng Xuan intently, like a hungry man whose fast food was stolen from him. If his gaze were daggers, Meng Xuan would have been pierced by it a thousand times.
He clapped his hand lightly.
"I really love the show the two of you just acted," he complimented in a clownish tone.
"Why did you suddenly stop?" he asked curiously, followed by a spasmodic laugh.
"Who the hell are you? And how the fuck did you—" His anger was reflected in his tone.
"I haven't given you the permission to talk," Meng Xuan cut him off. "But I'm just a random passerby." With that said, a dark flame ball left his hand, darting toward the blue-haired guy.
The guy's reaction was fast, dodging the flame with ease. Thankfully, the academy wall was engraved with a kind of formation to prevent destruction. The flame only left a black charred mark.
"A mid-rank disciple cultivator," Meng Xuan muttered.
Suddenly, a howling wind slowly blurred his view. The wind surrounded him, screams tearing through the air. Cuts began to appear on his body as different wind blades raged against his skin.
"Wind element."
Blood soon started trailing off from his body, but he wasn't afraid. He had the demon's self-healing abilities.
He slowly looked around. In a firm gaze, he realized the demonic flame was useless in this kind of situation. He couldn't just fire in every direction.
"Concentration, that's the key to overcome obstacles" he remembered Fiendmonk words.
....
The blue-haired guy had a reassuring smile as he turned toward the girl.
"Be rest assured, I've dealt with that bastard. He will soon be turned into a pile of meat."
The girl nodded her head happily, believing his words.
A slap landed on his face, and more than half of it was slowly devoured by flames.
"You really know how to act cool in front of a girl," Meng Xuan mocked,he had already appeared besides the blue haired boy. The howling wind was still raging his body.
He grabbed what remained of the blue-haired boy and crushed it with sheer force. Red blood spurted endlessly from his body, mixed with sticky green matter.
The lady trembled at the sight, unable to move. Her body was engulfed by red blood,making her whole body shake uncontrollably.
"Please don't kill me! I-I was pushed into this!" she cried with a wheeze.
Meng Xuan didn't know why, but he kind of liked seeing the lady in fear.
_To master a flaw is not to erase it, but to become it. One does not cage the beast; one rides it.
Control is not suppression. To tame the flaw is to walk with it, bleed with it, act it out without awareness, until the flaw and the self speak the same tongue.
To fully control the flaw, it must be set free, dangerous, until it returns to you not as a curse, but as a blade.
"The flaw is really turning me into a demon… but I don't care,Hehe! as long as I gain rewards and benefit."
"If I don't kill you, how do you expect me to fully control my flaw?" Meng Xuan said with a derisive smile.
She didn't understand what Meng Xuan was saying, but in the next instant, she... saw Meng Xuan wielding a bloody substance, which was dripping with blood.
"Is that my heart? My heart..." Darkness was what followed, plumping to the ground.
Meng Xuan felt the urge to eat the still-beating heart in his hand, which was still pumping blood like a fountain of water. But he quietly suppressed the urge, he would not allow his flaw to take control of him.
The heart slowly burnt in the primordial demonic flame. With this, the enemy's life was gone in sight. The masked Magutron looked around, seeing the body of his victims.
I have a job to act as a cleaner.
He looked at his battered clothes and his injuries, which were recovering at a little but fast rate. Thankfully, I always take extra clothes with me, just in case,since he would be hiding his identity.
He cleaned the classroom, burning every single trace of those two unlucky deaths. After he also cleaned his body, he changed to a new set of clothes.