Oscar's Third Soul Skill, Zhu Zhuqing Seeks Guidance

The next day, before Luo Chuan had even gotten out of bed, he was already complaining that the system was unreliable. It had been two days, and Yun Ming still had not arrived.

One last day. Tomorrow, they would set sail for the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well!

Luo Chuan got up and began practicing the forms of Tai Chi Fist in the open space outside the dormitory.

His Tai Chi Fist had not come from the system. Without any accompanying mental cultivation method, it was merely a set of empty forms, though it was suitable enough for loosening his muscles and bones.

As for the "Muscle Change Classic" and "Marrow Cleansing Classic" given by the system, those two scriptures were of little use to Luo Chuan. The Great Freedom Contemplation Method was an ultimate contemplation method. Even without focusing on body refinement, the physique it cultivated invisibly far surpassed the former two.

Still, those two scriptures would be good for teaching others.

In the distance, Tang San was still sitting cross-legged on the roof. Zhu Zhuqing had just opened her door. Only after Luo Chuan had fully stretched his muscles and bones did he slowly finish, breathing out a mouthful of stale air.

"Morning!" Zhu Zhuqing approached, and Luo Chuan immediately greeted her.

"Want to have breakfast together?" Remembering the decision she had made yesterday, Zhu Zhuqing's face reddened slightly as she invited him.

"Sure!"

Luo Chuan did not refuse. The two headed toward the cafeteria side by side. At that moment, Dai Mubai also returned from outside the academy, a red mark still on his neck. When he saw Luo Chuan and Zhu Zhuqing together, his expression turned extremely unpleasant.

But Zhu Zhuqing simply ignored Dai Mubai, as though she had not seen him at all.

"The relationship between you two is really complicated. Still, if you keep getting this close to me, you may end up drifting farther and farther away from him," Luo Chuan said meaningfully.

Zhu Zhuqing pressed her lips together. After a long silence, she finally spoke slowly. "If one had a choice, who would want to be with someone like that?"

Her withdrawn nature had not been innate; it was merely a habit she had developed over the years. Even though she felt wronged inside, she did not tell Luo Chuan of her troubles, silently bearing them alone.

"No one's fate is ever ordained by heaven. I have never believed in destiny. I only believe in myself. If there's something you want but do not have, then fight for it, seize it, strive for it! If heaven has made you this way and you refuse to accept it, then defy heaven and change your fate!" Luo Chuan tilted his head slightly toward the sky. The golden ranking list remained there, though its radiance had fully faded. Unless one deliberately looked for it, they would not even notice it existed.

Zhu Zhuqing fell silent. She looked at the ranking list in the sky, then at Luo Chuan. "So, you refuse to accept the Heavenly Ranking?"

"The Heavenly Ranking was ultimately made for mortals! I am not among them!" The corners of Luo Chuan's lips curled up slightly as he continued toward the cafeteria.

Zhu Zhuqing watched his retreating figure. At that moment, his confidence, his pride, and the words he had spoken all struck deeply at her heartstrings.

Today's lesson was somewhat difficult. Everyone had to eat one of Oscar's large sausages and one of his small sausages.

Luo Chuan was undoubtedly the first to finish. As an outstanding young man from the twenty-first century, he still had that much immunity.

Ning Rongrong still wore her haughty expression, but she seemed unable to find her place in the group. Though she appeared to be among them, she could not blend in. Even Oscar seemed to be deliberately avoiding her.

"Uncle, let me see your third Soul Skill." After finishing the sausage, Luo Chuan looked at Oscar, curious about his third Soul Skill.

Oscar gave a lewd grin upon hearing this, then said, "Xiao Chuan, lend me a drop of blood, and I'll show you my third Soul Skill."

"Blood? You—" Luo Chuan's eyes widened. No way, had Oscar obtained Mirror Sausage ahead of time?

"There's no harm in telling everyone. My third Soul Ring is a Heaven-sent Soul Ring. The Heaven-sent Soul Rings in the top nine all have two Soul Skills. One of my third Soul Skills is Flying Mushroom Sausage. It lets a soul master who eats it fly at great speed for one minute. Pretty standard.

"As for the second Soul Skill, it makes up for my weakness. Mirror Replication Sausage. This sausage needs another person's blood to make. It copies the blood owner's martial soul and Soul Skills, but it only works for me. Mm, if I copy someone of the same rank, I can use seventy percent of their strength. If their rank is lower than mine, I can copy eighty percent. If their rank is higher than mine, I can only copy sixty percent, and I can't use any extra Soul Ring skills."

Oscar briefly explained his third Soul Skills. Luo Chuan smacked his lips and nodded. "It really suits you. Here, try copying my martial soul."

Luo Chuan did not think Oscar would be able to copy his martial soul, but there was no harm in trying.

A drop of blood fell from Luo Chuan's fingertip. Oscar wrapped it in Soul Power, then muttered something under his breath. After a long while, he created a sausage that was crystal-clear and flawless throughout.

"Damn, Xiao Chuan really is a freak. Copying your martial soul used up seventy percent of my Soul Power."

Oscar let out a long breath, then tossed the newly made sausage into his mouth.

However, just as Oscar raised his hand to summon Luo Chuan's lotus martial soul, he froze on the spot.

"How is this possible? My... Xiao Chuan's martial soul..." Oscar looked utterly bewildered before finally turning to Luo Chuan.

"My martial soul is probably rather special. You can't copy it," Luo Chuan said. Oscar still could not accept it and immediately called out to Ma Hongjun, "Fatty, give me a drop of blood."

Ma Hongjun was not stingy. He bit his finger and squeezed out a drop of blood for Oscar.

Oscar rested for a long time before making another sausage and eating it.

The next moment, an Evil Fire Phoenix Oscar appeared before everyone. He even used two Soul Skills, their power equivalent to eighty percent of Ma Hongjun's.

"That's way too much of a difference. Making a sausage with Fatty's blood only used thirty percent of my Soul Power." Oscar looked at Luo Chuan in confusion. Luo Chuan merely smiled mysteriously without explaining.

After the experiment was over, everyone dispersed. Tang San was called away by Flender, while Luo Chuan called out to Ma Hongjun, "Fatty, the Small Woods outside the academy."

Ma Hongjun instinctively wanted to say something, but he quickly understood and eagerly followed after him. "Coming, coming."

Oscar went back to recover his Soul Power. After spending the whole night in battle, Dai Mubai frowned as he glanced at the cold-faced Zhu Zhuqing, wanting to say something. But Zhu Zhuqing turned and left, not giving him any chance.

With that, Dai Mubai also returned to the dormitory. Xiao Wu glanced at Ning Rongrong and, out of consideration, chatted with her for a few moments. Once Tang San returned, she slipped away.

Ning Rongrong remained alone on the small Training Field, her mood at rock bottom.

At that moment, Flender cleared his throat twice. "Come with me."

Ning Rongrong glanced at Flender, then followed him silently.

In the woods, Ma Hongjun's screams came one after another, shaking the heavens and earth. Zhu Zhuqing hesitated and lingered for a long time before finally stepping into the Small Woods.

At that moment, Luo Chuan was helping Ma Hongjun train the splits.

Ma Hongjun leaned against a large tree, his legs spread straight apart. His ankles were tied with two ropes, fixing them in place.

Meanwhile, Luo Chuan used a branch to point at different places on his body. "Soul Power starts here, then runs to here, then here, here."

Zhu Zhuqing watched quietly until Luo Chuan had finished explaining the circulation route.

"Can... can I learn it?" Zhu Zhuqing felt uneasy. She had no confidence at all. Coming here had already taken all her courage.