The Confused Little Fatty

"Speaking of fortune and misfortune...

You are relatively safe in the Heaven Dou Empire. No one thinks that capturing you would make the Star Luo Empire hesitate, and they can't even be bothered to deal with you. After all, you are just a Third Prince, aren't you?"

Oscar's words were like a blade, stabbing straight into Dai Mubai's heart with a squelch.

"Enough!"

Dai Mubai roared, looking exactly like a large white cat that had been thoroughly provoked.

Oscar acted as if he hadn't noticed and continued speaking.

"Those who pursued you only did so to ensure nothing went wrong, which is why they were all small-fry.

The people truly at the top have never felt you had any chance at all.

Even the person who saved you did so mostly out of pity, unable to bear watching you die.

They just want you to live well here in the Heaven Dou Empire, far away from the whirlpool of the struggle for the throne.

They all think that you... just don't have what it takes."

Dai Mubai felt another blade pierce his heart, his eyes turning red.

His brother, Dai Weisi, was six years his senior. He knew the gap between himself and Dai Weisi, but he had been avoiding it all along.

But that didn't mean he was willing to let someone rip open his scars and rub salt into them!

"Oh, well, it seems the little tiger is a bit angry. I won't disturb you any further; it's time to pack up the stall."

Dai Mubai gritted his teeth, staring fixedly at Oscar.

But he was the one who had asked for the fortune-telling. Although what the other party said was unpleasant and quite disgusting, he had to admit it was the truth.

His sense of honor did not allow him to strike out at this person.

"For the sake of fate, I'll give you one piece of advice, little tiger: go with the flow. Shrek Academy is a pretty good choice for you."

Oscar packed up his belongings and left with a hearty laugh.

He had set up his stall here today specifically to ensure that Dai Mubai would go to Shrek Academy, planting a psychological suggestion in his mind.

As for that old gentleman, he could only be called an unexpected surprise.

Although Dai Mubai was young, his talent was not bad, and he would grow into an extremely strong asset in the future.

Most importantly, his status as the Third Prince made Oscar value him immensely.

If he could win him over and help him ascend to the throne, he could absolutely use him to carry out reforms within the Star Luo Empire!

"Bastard!"

Dai Mubai clenched his fists tightly, watching Oscar's retreating back until he completely disappeared from his field of vision, then turned back toward the Rose Hotel.

Now that he was at level twenty-five, he wanted to see exactly what Shrek had to offer!

Back at Shrek, Oscar took out the Spirit Bone he had obtained from the old man.

It was a left leg bone, crystalline like a flawless gemstone. Judging by its aura, it was likely between five thousand and nine thousand years old.

When the old man appeared before him, his cultivation technique had sensed an aura on him that far exceeded that of Flender and Zhao Wuji, as well as the gemstone-attribute Spirit Bone he carried.

Years ago, during the crisis of the Inner Scene explosion, Oscar had already witnessed such a sharp, piercing aura; it belonged to a Title Douluo!

From the remaining information of that explosion, he had learned of Tang San's family affairs.

Thinking further that Yu Xiaogang would bring Tang San to study at Shrek Academy in the future, this Title Douluo was most likely the Clear Sky Douluo here to scout out Shrek, which was why he had spoken to test him.

The result was exactly as he had guessed, without the slightest error.

Taking this opportunity, he had dared to make a bold demand to a Title Douluo for this gemstone-type Spirit Bone, which was of great use to a Support Spirit Master but of little use to Power Attack or Control System Spirit Masters.

"Finally found a Spirit Bone suitable for me. It wasn't easy."

Oscar muttered to himself. If other Spirit Masters heard this, they would surely curse him for being ungrateful after getting such a bargain!

What was a Spirit Bone? It was a precious treasure that, while inferior to a hundred-thousand-year Spirit Ring, far surpassed a ten-thousand-year Spirit Ring!

Any Spirit Bone, no matter how ordinary, was worth a sky-high price, and it was a case of having money but nowhere to buy one!

To have encountered two Spirit Bones in just two years was already immense good fortune!

The Clear Sky Douluo had obtained this Spirit Bone by chance and had intended to sell it for money to purchase equipment or to provide a power-type Spirit Bone for his son!

Unfortunately... it had been intercepted by Oscar.

Completely unaware of this, Oscar rolled up his robe, placed the Spirit Bone on his left leg, and circulated his cultivation technique.

A dazzling gemstone light flashed over the Spirit Bone, and it gradually seemed to turn into liquid, flowing into his body through his pores.

During the absorption process, Oscar felt no pain at all; on the contrary, it was extremely comfortable.

A warm current flowed from his left leg throughout his entire body. He could feel his physique being greatly enhanced, and at the same time, his spirit power broke through the bottleneck of the teens and reached level twenty. He could also sense a warm current stored in his dantian; once he absorbed a Spirit Ring, he might even jump up several levels.

"It seems the Spirit Bone had been shattered before..."

Oscar could feel the Taiji energy repairing the damaged parts of the Spirit Bone. At the same time, the skill carried by the Spirit Bone was transmitted into his brain. Unfortunately, because of the damage, only the method to activate the skill remained, with no description of its effects, so he would have to rely on his own experimentation.

Thinking of this, Oscar stepped off the bed and tapped his left foot lightly on the ground.

"Kyōka Suigetsu!"

A ripple spread outward from the sole of Oscar's foot, continuing until it reached ten meters away before stopping.

"It should be an auxiliary or control ability, so why does it look more like a domain, and one that doesn't even have any effect?"

Oscar frowned slightly. He had obtained the gemstone-type Spirit Bone for two reasons: one was to increase his own cultivation speed, and the other was to acquire a new control-type spirit skill to make up for his lack of control abilities.

However, not only was this Spirit Bone absorbing his spirit power to repair itself, dragging down his cultivation speed, but the spirit bone skill was also extremely bizarre...

"Forget it, you can't have the best of both worlds; gains and losses always go hand in hand. I won't think about it for now, it's just one Spirit Bone."

Oscar pulled the quilt over himself and buried his head to sleep.

When Oscar woke up the next day, sunlight was streaming through the window directly onto his quilt, and a light breeze was blowing the greenery on the windowsill, making it sway gracefully.

Oscar rubbed his messy hair and quickly climbed out of bed.

This was the first time he had ever slept in; it was mainly because his body had felt warm and comfortable all night after the Spirit Bone was absorbed, a sensation he had never experienced before.

"Wait, where is the fatty?"

Usually, Oscar would lead Ma Hongjun in morning training, and if he slept in, Ma Hongjun would definitely have come to find him.

Where had the little fatty gone today?

Thinking of this, Oscar put on his white robe, quickly left his room, and knocked on Ma Hongjun's door.

"Knock! Knock! Knock!"

There was no response...

Oscar followed the path toward the open space where they usually trained.

Finally, he found the little fatty there.

"Senior brother, you're up."

Ma Hongjun scratched his head. He could sense that his senior brother was very tired, so when he went to find him earlier and saw him sleeping, he didn't disturb him and came here to practice his spirit skills instead.

The old willow trees not far away, which had already been burned into charcoal, were the results of his work early this morning.

"Well done. Although it's still a long way from winter, if you stockpile more now, you can give them to the surrounding villagers later."

Oscar nodded. It seemed that Ma Hongjun had really changed since last night; he was much more diligent than before.

This was a good thing.

"Senior brother, there's something I don't understand."

Ma Hongjun looked at Oscar, looking extremely serious.

"Those villagers are content with being weak and don't know how to work hard, only wanting to beg the strong for help. Why should we still sympathize with and protect them?

Although Grandmaster isn't a great person, he once said that there are no useless spirits, only useless Spirit Masters.

Those people clearly all have spirits, so why don't they work hard to become Spirit Masters?"