Oscar's Complete Heartbreak

Tang San fixed a burning gaze on Ning Chuan as well, shouting inwardly, Ning Chuan, hurry up and say yes! Don't you quite like Zhu Zhuqing? Then Xiao Wu can finally give up on you.

But little did he know that Ning Chuan truly had no relationship whatsoever with Zhu Zhuqing at the moment.

"Get some sleep early!"

After leaving those words behind, Ning Chuan turned and walked into the academy.

"Mm!"

Xiao Wu wiped away her tears and excitedly followed after him. In her heart, Ning Chuan would never lie. Since he had not answered yes, then the answer was no.

Tang San shook his head regretfully and followed along, leaving only Oscar standing alone, thoroughly disheveled in the wind.

Early the next morning, while the sky was still dim, Ning Chuan woke from his cultivation and began his daily sword practice.

As he held an iron rod fitted with six hundred jin of Barbell Plates and practiced his sword-swinging motions, the battle with that Narrow Blade Soul Elder from yesterday surfaced in Ning Chuan's mind.

Especially the Second Soul Skill, which had unleashed dozens, even hundreds, of slashes in an instant, with every slash executed at an exceptionally high level.

Though that had been accomplished through a soul skill, it gave Ning Chuan tremendous inspiration.

After practicing his sword swings for two hours, Ning Chuan suddenly summoned his Martial Soul. Recalling the narrow-bladed Soul Master's slashing movements, he swiftly unleashed over a hundred sword strikes at a granite boulder more than two meters tall ahead of him.

Dazzling sword light flashed as surging azure Sword Qi instantly enveloped the granite.

The next second, straight, narrow cracks appeared across the portion of the granite above half a meter from the ground. Chunks of stone gradually fell away along those cracks, eventually turning into a pile of rubble.

"The power isn't bad."

Ning Chuan nodded in satisfaction. Though he was not yet proficient with it, as long as practice made perfect, he believed it would further enhance his close-range combat ability.

After finishing his sword practice, Ning Chuan briefly practiced some other sword techniques he had learned in his early years before heading off for breakfast.

He was not the earliest one up. Zhu Zhuqing was still the earliest.

When Ning Chuan arrived for breakfast, Zhu Zhuqing was already eating. Seeing him arrive, she gave him a slight nod.

After Ning Chuan and Zhu Zhuqing, Tang San arrived as well, having just finished cultivating his Purple Demon Eyes.

Then came Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong. No one knew what the two had discussed last night, but they seemed to have made up. Seeing Zhu Zhuqing there, they immediately went over and sat beside her.

Ma Hongjun arrived last. However, judging by his expression, he did not seem particularly satisfied with last night's trip to the Brothel. His face was filled with lingering fear, and he looked as though he wanted to say something but held back.

As for Dai Mubai and Oscar, neither of them came to the cafeteria.

"Where are the other two? Why don't I see them?"

Seeing that breakfast was nearly over, Ning Chuan suddenly asked, pretending not to know.

"You should ask Fatty and Black Bro," Xiao Wu said. "Fatty, Black Bro, aren't you in the same dorm as Oscar and Dai Mubai? Where are they?"

Tang San said, "Little Oscar entered meditation and is still cultivating, so I didn't disturb him."

Ma Hongjun also looked puzzled. "I don't know either. I came back after we finished yesterday. Boss Dai told me to leave first, but he was especially fierce and not picky at all. By the time I left, he'd even worn out the madam."

The moment Ma Hongjun said that, everyone showed disgusted expressions. "Eww..."

"Could Dai Mubai have been drained dry?" Ning Rongrong asked, never one to say anything mild.

"Probably not..." Ma Hongjun said.

Xiao Wu's face was full of disgust. "How could he not be... Dai Mubai didn't even spare the madam. So disgusting."

As she spoke, she did not forget to glance at Ning Chuan and secretly nod. Little Six was still the best.

Ning Rongrong nodded in deep agreement, while Tang San naturally would not refute Xiao Wu.

As for Zhu Zhuqing, she had no reaction at all, as though she had not heard their conversation. She merely drank her plain congee.

Only Ning Chuan knew that Dai Mubai was truly finished.

As everyone chatted idly, Dai Mubai quickly became the center of discussion.

Before they knew it, the bell for class rang. Everyone finished breakfast and headed to the Grand Training Field.

Flender was still teaching them today. He glanced at Ning Rongrong and said, "I'm very pleased that you were able to stay and complete the lesson I assigned in the end."

Ning Rongrong gave a soft snort but said nothing. Flender continued, "Where are Mubai and Little Oscar?"

Tang San hurriedly said, "Reporting, Little Oscar is still cultivating. He has entered meditation."

Ning Rongrong chimed in, "That guy Dai Mubai went to the Brothel with Fatty last night and still hasn't returned."

Flender frowned. "Tang San, go call Little Oscar. Little Oscar must attend today's class. Also, when Mubai returns, tell him to come find me in the dean's office. He dares skip even my class? This is simply outrageous." It was clear that Flender was angry.

Just then, Oscar came running over from the dormitory in a hurry, his face full of excitement. "Dean, I've broken through to level thirty."

"Oscar, are you trying to... What? You've broken through to level thirty?"

Not only Flender, but everyone other than Ning Chuan revealed shocked expressions at the same time.

Oscar was fourteen this year, and he was from the most difficult-to-cultivate Food Spirit Master lineage. Reaching Soul Elder at fourteen was practically unprecedented among Food Spirit Masters.

"Good, good, good! Little Oscar, you truly haven't disappointed me. You're the third current student to reach level thirty. On behalf of the academy, I congratulate you."

Flender said "good" three times in a row, showing just how delighted he was.

But Ning Chuan was unimpressed. Reaching Soul Elder at fourteen depended on the person. Oscar possessed Innate Full Spirit Power, yet he had not reached Soul Elder until fourteen. That could only mean he had been slacking off.

Ning Rongrong seemed to still be brooding over yesterday's events. Turning toward Ning Chuan, she asked, "Ning Chuan, when did you break through to Soul Elder? How much Innate Soul Power did you have?"

Ning Chuan answered calmly, "I broke through to Soul Elder a month ago. I had Innate Soul Power Half Level..."

"Did you hear that? He did it a month ago... What? You only had Innate Soul Power Half Level?" Ning Rongrong stared at him in complete astonishment. Ma Hongjun, Flender, and even Zhu Zhuqing were the same.

"What, is there a problem?" Ning Chuan asked with a smug air.

"Of course there's a problem. A huge problem, all right?" Ning Rongrong said in shock. "Up until now, I've never heard of anyone with Innate Soul Power Half Level reaching Soul Elder. There are very few who even become Soul Masters, and Soul Grandmasters are even rarer. Besides, your Martial Soul doesn't seem inferior in the slightest to my Sword Grandfather's Seven Kill Sword. How could you possibly have only Innate Soul Power Half Level?"

This was Xiao Wu's first time learning of Ning Chuan's Innate Soul Power, and she was equally shocked. But more than that, she felt heartache and admiration—heartache over why Ning Chuan worked so hard every day, and admiration for his unyielding perseverance, allowing him to surpass everyone at Shrek despite such talent.

Ning Chuan smiled faintly. "I have my teacher to thank for all of this. Without her guidance, I could never have come this far."

He attributed all the credit to Louise.

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