Oscar's Story 3

"Sir, you are still young, but your body isn't made of iron."

Before leaving, the healing Soul Master offered a gentle word of advice.

"Your Excellency, you should... take better care of yourself."

Oscar could only manage a wry smile.

For the past month, Zhu Zhuyun had treated him extremely well, taking meticulous care of his every need, from food and clothing to lodging and transportation. However, he found it difficult to resist her intense passion at night.

Oscar couldn't refuse, after all, he was being offered a son-in-law.

Moreover, his marriage to Zhu Zhuyun served as a conduit between the Zhu Clan and the empire, making a divorce impossible for him.

In the courtyard of the Zhu Mansion, Zhu Zhuyun walked over as soon as the healing Soul Master left.

Oscar instinctively tensed his back.

"Husband... wife."

Oscar stammered.

Why are you so afraid of me?

Zhu Zhuyun approached with a smile, reached out to straighten Oscar's collar, and said, "Afraid I'll eat you?"

"No, that's not true."

Oscar shook his head quickly, but a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Okay, I'm not teasing you anymore.

Zhu Zhuyun sat down beside him, her tone softening, and said, "Now that I'm pregnant, you should rest well from now on."

Oscar finally let out a long sigh of relief, and his whole body relaxed.

"That's good... that's good."

The following year, Oscar and Zhu Zhuyun's child was born safely.

This is a healthy boy, and his cry is loud and clear.

With the arrival of this child, the connection between the Zhu Clan and the Cang Lan Empire became even closer and more solid through Oscar.

This family, which had been dormant for some time, finally returned to the center stage of the Douluo Continent through this marriage and the empire's recognition.

In the garden of the Zhu Mansion, Oscar was playing with his son, who had just learned to walk.

The child stumbled towards him, giggling.

Oscar scooped up his son, lifted him above his head, and spun him around, his laughter echoing in the courtyard.

The sun is shining brightly today, and the fragrance of flowers and plants wafts through the air.

But for some reason, looking into the child's bright eyes, Oscar's thoughts suddenly drifted away, back to the snowy plains of the Extreme North Land a few years ago.

Oscar was only 23 years old at the time. This was the first mission the Empire assigned to him after he graduated from the Cang Lan Royal Academy: to support the garrison troops in the Extreme North Land as a Food Soul Master.

So Oscar came to Dragon City, the garrison's headquarters.

After spending three months in Dragon City, Oscar received a mission.

The mission came suddenly: a unit at the front line had established a temporary outpost on the north side of the Kuangfu Mountain Range and needed urgent supplies.

Because the area is located deep in the snowfield, conventional transportation is difficult, so the military dispatched several Soul Master who remained on duty to carry specially made large Storage Soul Tool to transport supplies.

Each backpack was of ordinary size, but its interior was surprisingly spacious, enough to support a team of five hundred people for several months.

There are three people in this transport team.

Team member Xu Lei, a 25-year-old defensive-type Soul King from the Xuanming Sect.

He had a square face, thick eyebrows, and large eyes, and his tall, sturdy body was wrapped in a dark blue robe.

Just standing there gives people a sense of security.

His Martial Soul is the Xuanming Shield, level 52.

Captain Aimei'er is a young woman who looks to be in her early forties.

However, Oscar always felt that her actual age should be older than that.

Aimei'er is usually quiet, with a calm gaze. She wears a white fitted outfit over a fur coat for warmth, her long hair simply tied back, and her almond-shaped eyes are always slightly narrowed, as if she is observing something.

Her Martial Soul is Water Fir Wood Staff.

Aimei'er herself is a level 68 Control System Soul Emperor.

The last person was Oscar himself.

At that time, Oscar had just turned twenty-three and was a level 51 food-type Soul King.

The three set off from Dragon City at dawn, heading north deep into the snow-covered plains.

At first there was a road, but later all that remained was a vast expanse of white snow.

The wind was like a knife, stinging my face.

They walked slowly, but steadily.

Xu Lei walked at the front, using his Martial Soul Xuanming Shield to create a small barrier against the wind.

Oscar is in the center, with Aimei'er in the back.

Seven days passed, and the outline of the Kuangfu Mountain Range appeared on the horizon.

The mountain range resembled giant axes thrust upside down into the snow, sharp and silent.

"Do you see that dark shape at the foot of the mountain?"

Aimei'er pointed into the distance and said, "The outpost is over there. At our current speed, I estimate we'll reach it in another day."

Xu Lei rubbed his frostbitten hands and sighed, "We're almost there. This godforsaken place has nothing but snow."

Before he could finish speaking...

"Roar--!!!"

A deafening roar came from the northeast.

The roar caused even the ground to tremble slightly.

The three of them stopped simultaneously and instantly went on high alert.

"The sound is wrong. The location, the distance, and the intimidating aura within it—this should be the roar of Ten-thousand Year Soul Beast."

Aimei'er frowned, puzzled, "This location shouldn't have a high-level Spirit Beast."

"The Extreme North Land has been quite turbulent lately, which is why I was transferred here."

Oscar lowered his voice and guessed, "It might have been triggered by the previous Beast Tide; some Spirit Beast rushed out from the Extreme North Land."

"Stop talking, the Spirit Beast is coming this way, the three of us should hide first."

Aimei'er gave a brief order.

The three quickly slipped behind a snow-covered rock face and held their breath.

Soon, they spotted the source of the sound.

It was a Titan Snow Demon, over ten meters tall, covered in white fur, and its every step caused waves of snow to surge.

Judging from its size, this Spirit Beast has at least ten thousand years of cultivation.

At this moment, the Titan Snow Demon was chasing two people.

One of them was a slightly chubby young man wearing red.

The young man was carrying another person on his back, desperately flying through the air.

The fiery red wings that unfurled behind the youth glowed intermittently, clearly indicating that his Soul Power was about to be exhausted.

On his back was a middle-aged man, his eyes closed, wearing a strange pair of black-rimmed crystal glasses, his face...

The man's face was somewhat indescribable; he had a prominent chin and wide cheekbones, and even in his unconscious state, he exuded a shrewd air.

The two people and the beast were charging towards the direction where they were hiding.

"Those glasses..."

Oscar squinted and said, "Captain, that middle-aged man, doesn't he look like ' Four-Eyed Owl ' Flender?"

"It really is him."

Aimei'er confirmed, "When I was younger, I worked as a mercenary and cooperated with him a few times."

"The young man carrying Flender must be his apprentice, Ma Hongjun. I heard his Martial Soul is the Evil Fire Phoenix."

"They're about to collapse."

Xu Lei reminded him in a deep voice.

At this moment, Ma Hongjun in the air had clearly reached his limit, and his flight path began to sway.

The Titan Snow Demon behind them drew ever closer, its giant hand sweeping out a gust of wind that nearly knocked them off their feet.

"Team leader?"

Oscar looked at Aimei'er.

Aimei'er stared at the master and apprentice for two seconds, took a deep breath, and said, "Save them."