An Unusual Soul Skill

A gentle green light washed over them like spring rain, sweeping away the soreness and fatigue from their bodies within a few breaths.

"Hehe, this is still the reliable one!"

Xiao Wu stretched lazily, her joints cracking pleasantly.

Tang San let out a breath of stale air and cast Jiang Chen a grateful look.

The muscles that had been tense during the battle completely relaxed, and even his Soul Power had recovered by seventy or eighty percent.

Zhu Zhuqing silently rotated her wrist, a trace of barely perceptible surprise flashing through her cool eyes.

Such immediate healing effects were simply astonishing.

Especially when bathed in that light, the warm sensation throughout one's body was truly easy to become addicted to.

Ning Rongrong was doing fairly well. She had merely exhausted too much Soul Power and had not suffered much physical pain.

She was still savoring the wondrous sensation of her Martial Soul Evolution. Her slightly flushed face occasionally stole glances at Jiang Chen, as though she were thinking about something.

Just then, Oscar pushed over his signature sausage cart with a creak, his face plastered with an eager smile.

"You juniors must be tired! Want a sausage to replenish your strength? They've just come off the grill, still piping hot!"

The sausages glistened with oil and smelled delicious.

Jiang Chen glanced at them but still did not reach out to take one.

Xiao Wu's nose twitched, and she seemed a little tempted. But after glancing at Jiang Chen, she decisively turned her head away.

"I'm not hungry. You can eat them."

Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong shook their heads in unison, their movements remarkably synchronized.

"Tang San, do you want one?"

Seeing that the girls would not accept them, Oscar offered one to Tang San instead, looking at him expectantly.

Tang San could not bear to refuse him when he saw that expression, so he reached out and took a sausage.

Oscar's eyes lit up when Tang San accepted it. He hurriedly handed over two more and said enthusiastically.

"Here, here, have some more! The more you eat, the faster you'll recover!"

Tang San hesitantly looked at the steaming sausage in his hand. In the end, he took a bite. After chewing twice, his expression suddenly stiffened.

"S-Senior... why does this sausage have a... strange taste?"

"A strange taste? Impossible!"

Oscar scratched his messy nest-like hair, looking utterly innocent. "I made them with fresh Soul Power this morning."

"You can make sausages with Soul Power?"

Tang San swallowed the sausage in his mouth in a few bites, a bad feeling rising in his heart. "Could you make one for us right here?"

Oscar's expression immediately turned awkward at those words. He stammered, "Th-this... wouldn't be appropriate, would it? The soul chant for making sausages is a little... special."

"Special?"

Xiao Wu's curiosity was piqued. She urged him, "Hurry up and make one! Let us see what's so special about it!"

Even Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing nearby cast curious looks his way.

They truly had never seen sausages that could be made with Soul Power.

Seeing that he could not avoid it, Oscar could only straighten up and clear his throat.

Two yellow Soul Rings rose beneath his feet. He made a strange gesture in front of his chest with both hands and chanted in a dramatic, rhythmic tone.

"I Have a Big Sausage!"

The moment his words fell, Soul Power gathered in his palm. With a soft pop, a glossy, steaming sausage appeared out of thin air.

The air suddenly fell silent.

Xiao Wu's eyes went wide, while the corner of Zhu Zhuqing's mouth twitched almost imperceptibly.

Ning Rongrong burst out laughing. Realizing that it was somewhat disrespectful, she hurriedly covered her mouth, though her shoulders continued shaking uncontrollably.

Tang San froze in place, looking as if he had been struck by lightning.

Oscar held up the freshly made sausage, his smile somewhat stiff.

"So... now you understand why I don't casually make them in public, right?"

Xiao Wu suppressed her laughter and poked Tang San. "Tang San, is that sausage tasty?"

Tang San silently wiped his mouth and looked at Oscar with a complicated expression. "Senior... your Soul Skill is very distinctive."

"Ahem!"

Oscar's face reddened as he tried to salvage his image. "Don't judge it by the weird soul chant. The effect is genuinely great! It restores strength and replenishes Soul Power immediately!"

"Mm..."

Tang San sensed the Soul Power within his body. It had indeed recovered somewhat.

But compared to Brother Chen's straightforward and overwhelming recovery, it was still far inferior.

Ning Rongrong finally managed to stop laughing and wiped away the tears at the corners of her eyes. "So Jiang Chen refused to eat earlier because he already knew where those sausages came from?"

Jiang Chen shrugged. "I guessed. After all, what senior would offer sausages to new students for no reason?"

Oscar immediately pulled a long face. "My Soul Skill is clearly very practical..."

"Yes, yes, very practical."

Imitating his dramatic tone from before, Xiao Wu pinched her nose and mimicked him.

"I—Have—A—Big—Sausage—"

"Pfft!"

Ning Rongrong could no longer hold it in and laughed as she punched Xiao Wu on the shoulder.

Even Zhu Zhuqing, who was usually so aloof, covered her mouth and laughed secretly.

"You all..."

Oscar looked plaintively at Tang San. "Junior, be reasonable here..."

Tang San silently shifted half a step away. "Ahem, Senior, Teacher Zhao seems to be coming back soon."

At that moment, a thunderous boom came from the other side of the forest, and a large tree toppled over in response.

Amid rolling dust, Zhao Wuji came stomping back while cursing. His clothes were even more tattered than before, and several leaves were stuck in his hair.

He glared at the people trying to suppress their laughter and snapped, "What are you laughing at? Oscar, hurry up and take them to settle into the dorms!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Oscar looked as though he had been granted amnesty. He waved at them. "Follow me, follow me. I'll take you to the dorms."

The five followed him across the muddy training ground and arrived before several wooden houses, each leaning at a different angle.

"Um..."

Oscar pointed at the wooden houses ahead and explained, "The boys stay on the left, and the girls stay on the right."

"As for the conditions... well, you can see for yourselves. Make do with it."

Ning Rongrong leaned in to look at the girls' dormitory.

The wooden beds had only a thin layer of bedding, and the windows let in drafts.

Ning Rongrong sighed faintly. "Is it too late for me to drop out now?"

As the young miss of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, when had she ever endured such hardship?

Xiao Wu was rather open-minded. She patted Ning Rongrong's shoulder. "You'll get used to it. It's still better than sleeping in a tree."

Zhu Zhuqing had already silently entered the room and begun arranging her bed.

No matter how poor Shrek Academy's conditions were, they were still better than her previous life, where each day had been uncertain.

On the boys' side.

When Jiang Chen and Tang San entered the room, a gray rat darted out from the corner with a whoosh.

Tang San looked around the room, the corner of his eye twitching. "This academy... really is special."

"It's fine. As long as we can sleep here."

Jiang Chen casually tossed his luggage onto the bed by the window. "At least the roof doesn't leak."

Just then, Oscar's shout suddenly came from outside the window.

"Sausages, sausages! Last batch! Eat one and you won't miss home!"

"..."

Tang San fell silent for a moment, then quietly stepped forward and shut the window.

Notting College, teachers' dormitory.

A sexy Short Hair was stuffing clothes and luggage into a bundle in one frantic motion.

It was Yu Xiaogang.

Over the past six years, he had taught Jiang Chen and Tang San nearly all the knowledge and achievements of his life, yet all he received in return was rejection after rejection from the two of them.

He simply could not understand it. As the so-called foremost authority on Martial Soul theory in the world, why could he not win over two students?