Oscar's Refusal

The most urgent task is to pass on the divine position and retain this excellent successor.

Moreover, the Sea God's Nine Trials are nearing their end; to back out now would come at a huge cost, rendering all previous efforts futile.

"I'm afraid it's not just the Sea God ..." Qian Xunji's fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of the throne, a knowing glint in his eyes.

In the Divine Realm, those deities who discover that their chosen successors are deeply entangled with each other, after a brief period of surprise and deliberation, will mostly make the same choice as the Sea God —to accept it reluctantly and complete the succession of the divine position first.

After all, the pressure of the Dragon God's resurrection is real; the Divine Realm needs fresh blood and fighting power.

However, only one deity's choice was different.

Rakshasa God.

After realizing that his chosen successor, Tang San, was wavering, cowardly, and eager to flee, and that he was entangled with the "unstable factor" of the Silver Dragon King Gu Yuena, this evil god made a ruthless decision—to abandon Tang San.

Not only did he abandon Tang San, but he also did so to punish Tang San for his betrayal.

She also resurrected Bibi Dong, Tang San's enemy, as the next Rakshasa God's Trial.

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The Rakshasa God's "gifts" are always accompanied by extreme pain and deprivation.

Not only did she use her divine power to forcibly reverse life and death, pulling Bibi Dong back from the brink of annihilation, but she also cruelly and brutally ripped the External Soul Bone — the Eight Spider Lances —from Tang San's back, a bone that was connected to his flesh and soul and had long since evolved into a ferocious and powerful one, and then re-implanted it into Bibi Dong's body as a "gift" and a "tool."

For Bibi Dong, who had just been resurrected, this Soul Bone, filled with Tang San's aura and God of Evil power, was both a supplement to her power and a catalyst for hatred.

At this moment, Bibi Dong had already left the town and embarked on her journey to hunt down Tang San.

Deep within the Sunset Forest, outside a hidden cave, guided by the Rakshasa Divine Power and fueled by her deep-seated hatred for Tang San, she clearly sensed the lingering aura of her target.

The lingering aura within the cave made her cold, purple eyes narrow slightly. Besides the nauseating smell of Tang San and the Silver Dragon King, there was a third, unfamiliar aura?

This made her have a fleeting doubt, but it was quickly overwhelmed by an even stronger killing intent.

No matter who it is, anyone who gets involved with Tang San deserves to die!

Not far behind her, an official sent by the Spirit Hall Empire to "assist" (actually to monitor or observe) was standing cautiously.

Sensing the increasingly unstable, hungry, and malicious aura emanating from the woman in front of him, the official turned pale and slowly moved backward, trying to create distance.

Bibi Dong's condition is extremely unstable.

The endless resentment at her tragic death, the frenzied erosion of the Rakshasa Divine Power upon her resurrection, and her overwhelming hatred for Tang San made her mind more twisted, obsessive, and destructive than it had been in life.

At this moment, the newly implanted Eight Spider Lances within his body, imbued with an aura of God of Evil and slaughter, were stirring wildly, conveying an extreme craving for fresh blood, vitality, and souls.

"Hiss..."

Bibi Dong let out a low, inhuman sound, as a surge of purplish-black light appeared behind her. Eight sharp, barbed Spider Spear, shrouded in an ominous purplish-black mist, suddenly unfurled!

The tip of the Spider Spear instinctively turned towards the official behind it, trembling slightly, as if it would pierce and devour him at any moment!

This Soul Bone bone, which had been "nurtured" in Tang San for many years and had devoured the lives and Soul Power of many Soul Master such as Yu Xiaogang and Zhao Wuji, had long since transformed into an extremely evil thing. Its desire almost affected Bibi Dong's rationality.

The official was so terrified that he froze on the spot, unable to even breathe.

Just as the Spider Spear was about to pierce out, a struggle flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes. She suddenly closed her eyes, forcibly suppressing the devouring desire and killing impulse that originated from the Soul Bone's instinct.

No... we can't touch him.

She will still need to rely on the Spirit Hall Empire's channels and intelligence to some extent in her pursuit of Tang San.

This official was ordered to accompany her. If he were to die here inexplicably, it would inevitably arouse unnecessary suspicion and trouble, and might even interfere with her pursuit of Tang San.

In order to more easily exact revenge on Tang San, she had to be patient.

"Get lost." Bibi Dong didn't turn around, her voice hoarse and cold as she uttered the three words.

The official, as if granted a pardon, scrambled back to the edge of the woods and dared not approach again.

Bibi Dong took a deep breath, a dense stillness and God of Evil intent churning within her chest.

She needs to find new, unobtrusive "prey" to soothe the restless Eight Spider Lances.

She turned around, her Eight Spider Lances unfurled, and her figure, like Gui Mei blending into the shadows, continued deeper into the forest.

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Shortly after Bibi Dong left the hidden cave filled with hatred and madness, the space not far from the cave entrance rippled slightly like water, and two figures slowly materialized from the ethereal, revealing themselves.

It was Tang San and the mysterious man in the black cloak.

Tang San's face was filled with undisguised sarcasm as he glanced in the direction Bibi Dong had disappeared. He coldly spoke to the mysterious man beside him, "As expected, this madwoman is completely beyond the reach of reason. Now, you should give up, shouldn't you? Trying to win her over is utterly wishful thinking."

His strong opposition to the mysterious man's attempt to win over Bibi Dong was not solely due to the man's paranoia, madness, and uncontrollability.

The deeper, more direct reason is that he killed Yu Xiaogang with his own hands.

Given Bibi Dong's twisted and obsessive feelings for Yu Xiaogang, she would absolutely stop at nothing to fight him to the death.

Tang San naturally wanted to eliminate such a potential and powerful nemesis by any means necessary.

Seeing the mysterious man remain silent, a ruthless glint flashed in Tang San's eyes. He continued to fan the flames, attempting to nip the threat in the bud. "Bibi Dong acts solely on impulse, lacking any sense of the bigger picture or any plan. She's a madwoman out of control right now, ready to explode at any moment and injure everyone. If you don't want her to completely disrupt or even destroy your plans..."

He lowered his voice, his tone laced with urging and murderous intent. "It would be best to eliminate her now while she's in an unstable state!"

The shadow beneath the mysterious man's hood swayed slightly, as if he were shaking his head.

A calm, almost indifferent voice rang out, devoid of any emotion. "That's a grudge between you two."

He clearly drew a line, stating that he would not get involved in Tang San and Bibi Dong's personal feud.

He didn't want to expend his energy fighting a Rakshasa God inheritor at this time.

He didn't care at all about the safety and grudges of Tang San and the others.

Upon hearing this, Tang San's expression darkened, but he didn't say anything more. He knew that this mysterious collaborator was cunning and had unpredictable motives, and was not someone he could easily control.

"Let's go." The mysterious man said no more, and his figure blurred first.

Tang San took one last look into the depths of Sunset Forest, his eyes filled with malice.

The two figures seemed to blend into the air, disappearing silently once again, as if they had never existed.

Their departure wasn't a return to Star Dou or a journey to any human-controlled territory, but rather a headlong towards the northernmost part of the continent, a desolate and sparsely populated land perpetually covered in ice and snow.

The Extreme North Icefield!

In their blueprint for the plan, the existing power is far from sufficient to fight against those "monsters" from outside who possess strange powers and martial Martial Soul (referring to Cai Wenji, Kai, Doria and other "abnormal beings" and the possible existence behind them), as well as to deal with the drastic changes brought about by the resurrection of the Dragon God.

They need to find help.

Chapter 302 Oscar's Refusal

On the edge of the Extreme North Icefield, where the cold wind howls, a small mercenary team is struggling to transport their "cargo."

The so-called cargo was a long string of iron cages made of special metal and engraved with soul guide patterns, which imprisoned ice-attribute Soul Beast of various shapes and sizes, ranging from ten years, a hundred years to a thousand years.

The cages were interconnected, and blue soul-guided light flowed steadily along the patterns, forming a simple levitation and shock-absorbing array. This allowed the heavy caravan to move smoothly and quickly on the rugged icy mountain roads, pulled only by two cold-resistant packhorses.

This is thanks to the explosive growth of Soul Guidance Technology promoted by the Spirit Hall Empire. Although a cooperation on the "Contract Cultivation Method" has been reached with the Star Dou Great Forest, the traditional method of hunting Soul Ring still exists in other Soul Beast- inhabited areas, only now there is an additional "civilized" and more commercially valuable method: "Capture and taming alive".

The business of capturing and transporting Soul Beast has also become extremely popular.

The mercenaries in the group wore expressions of joy at their success.

A burly man with a full beard rubbed his hands excitedly. "The three thousand-year-old ice crystal foxes we caught this time have pure fur and are of perfect quality. The noble ladies and young women of the capital will definitely be fighting over them, and they can fetch astronomical prices! We're going to be rich!"

"That's right! We have to have a good drink when we get back to celebrate!"

"I heard that the Spirit Hall has recently launched a new Space Soul Tool that can carry living beings, specifically designed to transport contracted Soul Beast. If we could get our hands on one, the transportation costs would be reduced even further, allowing us to earn even more!"

"Dream on! We barely scraped together enough money to buy a small ordinary Storage Soul Tool. The high-end ones, our whole team probably couldn't afford even after working for ten years!" Someone immediately poured cold water on the idea.

At this moment, the captain, a burly middle-aged Soul Emperor, patted the shoulder of a taciturn young man beside him. "Little Ao, you put in a lot of effort this time too. Aren't you almost level 60 and need Soul Ring? Pick any suitable Soul Beast from this truck, consider it a gift from us brothers!"

The young man known as "Little O" was none other than Oscar.

His face was delicate and refined, but his brows bore the marks of years of travel and a lingering melancholy.

In this life, without the chance to obtain Immortal Herb or inherit the legacy of the God of Food God, his cultivation speed inevitably slowed down, despite being a food-type genius with Innate Full Soul Power. However, thanks to his own efforts and good opportunities, coupled with the various pills and cultivation supplies offered by the Spirit Hall Empire, he still reached level fifty-nine, making him an outstanding figure among ordinary Soul Master.

Faced with the captain's generosity, Oscar quickly waved his hand, forcing a smile, "Captain, how can I accept this? We've risked our lives to earn this money; how can I take it for nothing? As for the Soul Ring... I'll think about it some more."

He politely declined.

It wasn't that he was ungrateful, but rather that he had a strange, inexplicable pickiness about Soul Ring. The Soul Beast he encountered along the way, whether they were ice-type offensive, agile offensive, or defensive, all seemed incompatible with his Sausage Martial Soul, failing to give him the feeling of "this is it."

The team successfully returned to the town on the edge of the ice field, sold the Soul Beast, divided the money, and as usual, everyone went to the tavern for a good drink to celebrate the harvest before going their separate ways.

Oscar did not participate in the subsequent revelry; he returned alone to his simply furnished rented cabin.

Once the door was closed, shutting out the noise and chill from outside, the weariness and a hint of barely perceptible anxiety on his face became fully apparent.

He's been stuck at level 59 for a long time.

The bottleneck is not insurmountable. If he is willing, he can accept the captain's good intentions, choose a suitable thousand-year-old Soul Beast, obtain Soul Ring, and successfully advance to the Soul Emperor level.

A food-type Soul Emperor would be respected and treated better anywhere.

But... there was always a voice inside him resisting.

This shouldn't be happening!

To be fair, considering his age and the difficulty of cultivating as a food-type Soul Master, his achievement of level 59 absolutely deserves the title of "genius." But people are most afraid of comparison.

Involuntarily, those names would flash through his mind—those figures who shone brightly in the Advanced Soul Master Tournament and have now reached the pinnacle of the continent: Qian Renxue, Xiang Yu, Cai Wenji, Kai, Li Bai... and Tang San, his former classmate and friend, who is now at the top of the wanted list and whose cultivation has reached the Titled Douluo.

Compared to them, my achievements are like a firefly compared to the bright moon, left far behind, not even their silhouettes visible.

Especially when Oscar saw Tang San's wanted poster and learned that the other party had become Titled Douluo, he was overwhelmed with emotion, a mixture of shock, disappointment, and an indescribable sense of resentment.

He was Innate Full Soul Power!

He once dreamed of standing at the pinnacle of the mainland!

Why has the gap become so huge?

Oscar lay in bed, staring at the cold ceiling, feeling lost and anxious.

Just as he was feeling confused and uncertain about the future, two uninvited guests quietly arrived at this snow-covered border town.

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The remote town, close to the Extreme North Icefield, is shrouded in cold winds and desolation year-round.