Tang San Wolfing Down Oscar's Big Sausage

To be fair, when it came to luck, Zhao Wuji had indeed taught Du Cheng a harsh lesson.

But it also proved one thing: the guy had survived this long purely on the strength of his own abilities!

Hearing Du Cheng's words, Dai Mubai and Tang San's expressions eased somewhat:

That was right—they had only gained the advantage through intelligence. Otherwise, how could a mere Soul Elder possibly cause trouble for a Soul Saint?

Tang San in particular nearly raised his head to the sky:

As long as he had enough materials and time, it wasn't impossible for him to poison a Soul Saint to death.

Thinking about it that way, the gap between Du Cheng and me didn't seem all that large...

"Cough~"

Naturally, no one present knew what Tang San was thinking.

But to keep the focus from staying on Du Cheng, Dai Mubai hurriedly coughed lightly:

"Since everyone has passed the assessment, you are now members of Shrek Academy."

"Next, I'll take you around and let you get a basic look at the place."

As soon as he finished speaking, Dai Mubai turned and walked off beyond the open grounds:

No matter what, he should first finish the task Teacher Zhao had assigned him.

To be fair, as an academy committed to an "ultra-minimalist" style, Shrek Academy truly had very little worth introducing.

Aside from a few teachers who gave lessons, the academy's various facilities could only be described in two words—half-hearted!

After one lap around, not only Ning Rongrong, but even Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing wore looks of disdain:

Even Notting Academy seemed a little better than this place, didn't it?

"Though the conditions are a bit harsh, that's only because Shrek Academy spends more of its money on cultivation-related resources."

Feeling their strange gazes, even Dai Mubai found it hard to save face:

"Once you officially begin classes, you'll understand."

"Sausages for sale, sausages for sale! Delicious and affordable big meat sausages~"

Just as Dai Mubai was wondering how to change the subject, a hawker's cry suddenly rang out from nearby.

"There are vendors in the academy?"

Hearing the voice, Ning Rongrong's eyes immediately lit up:

If there were vendors, life here would be a little easier later on.

However, Ning Rongrong's hopes were destined to be crushed.

The moment she spoke, Dai Mubai quickly shook his head:

"There are no vendors in Shrek Academy. That's just one of our classmates."

"That is a classmate?"

As they spoke, the figure shouting about selling sausages in the distance approached them.

But once they saw him clearly, everyone, Du Cheng included, could not help twitching at the corners of their mouths.

This guy was about the same height as Du Cheng, but his face was covered in an extraordinarily rugged beard. At first glance, people might even believe he was a tumbleweed spirit.

"How am I not a classmate?"

The group hadn't spoken quietly, so the newcomer had naturally heard every word.

After steadying the little cart in his hands, he finally retorted:

"Though I, Oscar, have a bit more facial hair, I'm only fourteen this year. Why can't I be a classmate?"

"Little Oscar is an Innate Full Soul Power Food-Type Soul Master. Because of his martial soul, his hair is also more luxuriant than most people's."

At this point, Dai Mubai couldn't help glancing at Du Cheng, who was being supported on either side by Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing:

Carrots seemed to count as food too, didn't they?

"Still, Little Oscar's sausages taste quite good."

Shaking his head to rid himself of that unreliable thought, Dai Mubai continued:

"And they can help wounds recover as well. If you like them, feel free to have more."

"That's right, that's right."

As soon as Dai Mubai spoke, Oscar was briefly stunned before nodding rapidly.

His gaze drifted over the faces of Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ning Rongrong, and his body trembled slightly.

Because his beard grew too quickly, although he was actually rather handsome, girls rarely liked him.

Over time, Oscar had developed a strange habit:

He liked having pretty girls eat his sausages. Only then could he feel a perverse sense of satisfaction.

Unfortunately, there had never been any girls at Shrek Academy, and everyone knew the truth about him. That was why Oscar could only find ways to try his luck outside.

He had never expected Dai Mubai to actually cover for him in front of three such beautiful girls today. Even though he had not succeeded yet, Oscar felt as if his soul were about to float away.

"Since Boss Dai brought you in, you must be this year's new students, right?"

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Oscar quickly picked up several sausages and offered them to the group.

"Come on, come on. These big sausages are free. Consider them a treat from your senior."

"If you want more next time, each one will cost five copper coins!"

After speaking, Oscar flashed them a wide smile. Unfortunately, with his face full of beard, the guy only came across as rather sleazy.

To be fair, Oscar's sausages did smell quite good. But knowing the truth about him, Du Cheng still felt a wave of nausea.

If it were just eating a sausage, there would naturally be no problem. But judging from Oscar and Dai Mubai's current behavior, these two little punks clearly had bad intentions.

"Thank you, Senior."

Seeing Tang San already take a sausage and start chewing it in huge bites, Du Cheng could not help the twitch at the corner of his mouth.

You really... don't stand on ceremony, do you.

Because he had consumed too much Soul Power, Du Cheng could only lean against Zhu Zhuqing as he spoke.

As for why not Xiao Wu?

She was not as soft as Zhu Zhuqing!

"Senior clearly isn't carrying any ordinary sausages, yet you can make so many Roasted Sausages."

His gaze landing on Oscar, Du Cheng continued.

"If I'm not mistaken, Senior's martial soul should be sausages, right?"

While Du Cheng spoke, Tang San had already finished his second sausage.

"Y-yes."

Hearing Du Cheng's words, Oscar froze for a moment before nodding.

"As expected of Shrek Academy's new students—such sharp observation and clever minds!"

Giving Du Cheng a thumbs-up, Oscar spoke again.

"So? Would you like to try your senior's big sausage?"

There was a trace of urgency in Oscar's tone as he spoke.

Because of Du Cheng's questioning, aside from Tang San, who had already wolfed down three sausages in a short time, the three girls had yet to accept any of the sausages in Oscar's hands.

"Of course, trying one isn't a problem."

Du Cheng nodded, as though he had not noticed the change in Oscar's expression at all.

"However, I don't really like Roasted Sausages. Could Senior give me one that hasn't been roasted?"

After speaking, Du Cheng added one more thing.

"Oh, and the three of them want the same."