Oscar Arrives

At this moment, Fu Shiyan was in a quiet mansion in Heaven Dou City.

He sat cross-legged in the quiet room, his mind immersed in the depths of his consciousness.

The system's notification sounds and light screens continuously displayed detailed reports.

The feedback from Ning Rongrong's dream brought him 310,000 Faith Points, which was within his expectations.

However, the information that popped up next made a hint of surprise flash in his eyes.

Besides Ning Rongrong, there were additional sources of Faith Power — Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo Chen Xin, and Bone Douluo Gu Rong!

Among them, Ning Fengzhi provided the least amount of Faith Power, only 40,000 points.

These figures clearly reflect the fact that the current sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect School still harbors many doubts and is somewhat skeptical. His so-called "preparedness for a rainy day" is more out of the cautious instinct of a decision-maker.

The Bone Douluo Gu Rong provided 130,000 points, indicating a significant increase in its vigilance and attention.

The most surprising one was Sword Douluo Chen Xin. This Peak Douluo, whose heart was the sword and whose temperament was upright and pure, actually contributed a staggering 280,000 units of Faith Power!

His conviction was far more unwavering than Ning Fengzhi's.

"This is quite an unexpected bonus," Fu Shiyan murmured to herself, a slight smile playing on her lips.

However, he wasn't entirely surprised by this.

Given Ning Fengzhi's cunning and cautious nature, it would be strange if he suddenly believed everything.

The current state of "trust amidst doubt, and caution amidst trust" is actually the most authentic and the most advantageous.

His goal was never to gain the other party's immediate and complete trust.

As long as that seed, which may become a reality, is deeply planted in the hearts of these key figures, accompanied by an undeniable sense of crisis and a glimmer of hope, that is enough.

The connection has been established, and the continuous attention, investigations, and even emotional fluctuations caused by changes in the situation will all be transformed into a sustained source of Faith Power.

What he needs is precisely this kind of sustained attention and investment under the guise of "half-believing, half-doubting".

Time flows like water, quietly passing by. Seven days have passed since Ning Rongrong's nightmare that night.

Four days ago, Oscar followed Fu Zhi to Heaven Dou City and arrived at Fu Shiyan's residence.

When the little boy with a full head of white hair and eyes filled with tension and boundless anticipation finally met "Teacher Fu," who had changed his destiny in his dream, and Tang San, who shone brightly in his dream, the immense emotional impact caused him to instantly contribute a surge of abundant Faith Power —a full 1.1 million points!

Despite Oscar's eager and ardent gaze, Fu Shiyan did not readily accept him as her disciple.

Having too many apprentices is not a good thing, as it involves too many complexities and requires too much energy.

Moreover, he is not Food System Soul Master, so the specific guidance he can give Oscar in terms of Martial Soul cultivation is actually limited.

He had other plans for Oscar, Ma Hongjun, and even Ning Rongrong in the future—if they established their own power base or academy in the future, they would be the most core and shining "students" in the academy.

And he was the "teacher" and "dean" standing behind them, providing the broadest platform, the most valuable opportunities, and the most crucial guidance.

This relationship is more flexible and has greater potential than a simple master-disciple relationship.

Therefore, Fu Shiyan simply affirmed Oscar's talent and hard work in a gentle manner. Then, through the system, she spent 300,000 Faith Power to exchange for the complete cultivation methods of the two Self-Created Soul Skill that had appeared in Oscar's dream - "Thousand Profound Condensing Yuan Force" and "Gale Phantom Steps" - and gave them to Oscar.

Holding the scroll containing profound techniques, Oscar's face flushed with excitement, and his eyes shone brightly.

He couldn't help but wonder: if the tragedy foreshadowed in the dream was a possible future, then the fact that he had acquired the core ability he relied on to fight and change his fate six years ahead of time meant... that all those regrets and losses could potentially be reversed?

This thought elevated his gratitude and trust in Fu Shiyan to a new level.

Thus, Oscar settled down in the mansion and began his intensive training, neglecting sleep and meals.

Four days passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, in the martial arts arena in the backyard of the mansion, the wind howled and Soul Power surged.

Fu Shiyan stood with her hands behind her back, calmly watching the battle unfold, occasionally offering her advice.

The two fighting in the arena were Tang San and Dai Tianyu.

Tang San moved with agility, his Blue Silver Grass sometimes Entanglement and binding like a python, and sometimes attacking cunningly like sharp thorns, his control over his Soul Power becoming increasingly exquisite.

Dai Tianyu, on the other hand, used his powerful fists, which, accompanied by a sharp sound of tearing through the air, shook off the attacking vines. His courage and skill were becoming increasingly refined, and he was beginning to show a hint of cunning in dealing with control-type Soul Master.

The duel between the two was gaining momentum.

Just then, a slow, deliberate knocking came from the front gate.

"Thump, thump, thump."

His voice was steady, yet possessed an undeniable penetrating power.

At this moment, Xiao Wu, who was sitting on a stone bench to the side, swinging her legs and watching the battle with great interest, twitched her ears and jumped up first.

"Someone's knocking! I'll go check!"

She volunteered. After all, Oscar was in seclusion in the quiet room, working on his newly acquired Spirit Skill, Tang San and Dai Tianyu were fighting, and Fu Shiyan was giving guidance. Right now, she was the most "free" one.

She ran a few steps to the front yard, and upon reaching the gate, instead of opening it immediately, she called out crisply:

Who is it?

A deep, respectful male voice immediately rang out from outside the door, clearly penetrating the door panel:

"Wu Yuan, Commander of the Guards of the Tianxing King Mansion, has come to pay his respects to the Young Master!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Wu blinked her big eyes in confusion and scratched her head.

"Wu Yuan? The Young Master of the Tianxing King Mansion?"

These words were somewhat unfamiliar to her. Without thinking much of it, she turned and quickly ran back to the backyard, went to Fu Shiyan's side, and looked up at him to report:

"Uncle Fu, there's a man outside who says his Wu Yuan, the commander of some 'Heavenly King's' guards, and he's here to see his ' Young Master '?"

Upon hearing Xiao Wu's words, Fu Shiyan's eyes flashed with understanding, and then she glanced thoughtfully at Dai Tianyu, who was fighting in the arena.

Almost simultaneously, Dai Tianyu also heard Xiao Wu's message.

His fist paused slightly, and his mind went blank for a moment.

It was this subtle flaw that Tang San, whose combat experience was growing with each battle, keenly seized upon!

Several Blue Silver Grass vines that had been shaken off suddenly accelerated like venomous snakes that had been gathering their strength, cleverly bypassing Dai Tianyu's defenses and instantly Entanglement around him, binding him tightly.

The battle came to an abrupt end.

Fu Shiyan spoke at this opportune moment, her voice steady:

"Alright, Xiao San, Tian Yu, that's enough for today's sparring."

He waved to Dai Tianyu.

"Tian Yu, come with me."

Then, he turned to Xiao Wu and Tang San, who had just untied the Blue Silver Grass, and gave them instructions:

"Xiao Wu, Xiao San, you two practice on your own. Tian Yu and I have some things to take care of."