Oscar's Soul Ring is Gone

The others all wore looks of disgust.

After all, a grown man shitting his pants was practically unheard of.

Zhu Zhuqing even spat out two words flatly, "Disgusting!"

Even the usually carefree Xiao Wu nodded deeply in agreement. Little Black was simply too embarrassing—being ugly was one thing, but shitting his pants on top of that...

No one could accept that.

With the Snake Blade close at hand, Blue Silver Grass unable to do anything, and most critically, with diarrhea erupting from him, Tang San knew he had completely lost face before Xiao Wu today. His expression had never looked worse.

Just as the Snake Blade was about to ambush Tang San, he used Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track in conjunction with Crane Control Capturing Dragon, narrowly avoiding Meng Yiran's Snake Blade.

However, the eruption from his rear only grew more violent.

Pfft, pfft...

In an instant, the area within dozens of meters reeked to high heaven. Filth broke through the restraints of Tang San's pants, splattering Golden Fluid outward before running down his pant legs.

Meng Yiran endured the stench and continued attacking.

Zhao Wuji could no longer bear to watch and said, "Enough. Stop."

Hearing this, Meng Yiran finally let out a breath of relief and ceased her assault. She then returned to Snake Woman's side, ducked behind a tree, and could no longer hold back as she began vomiting.

"Blergh... blegh... I've never seen anyone this disgusting..."

Meng Yiran dry-heaved as she complained.

Snake Woman gently patted her granddaughter's back. A faint smile rested on her wrinkled old face. Although making her granddaughter fight such a disgusting Poop Man had greatly wronged her...

At least the Phoenix-Tailed Crested Serpent had been saved.

After all, her old man, Dragon Lord, was not here—he had gone after another Spirit Beast.

Thinking of this, Snake Woman looked at Zhao Wuji. "Brother Zhao, since you've admitted defeat, then this Phoenix-Tailed Crested Serpent..."

With a dark expression, Zhao Wuji said, "A bet is a bet. It's yours."

"Teacher Zhao?" Oscar was unwilling to miss out on such an exceptional Spirit Ring.

But Tang San could no longer hold it in. While they were talking, he sprinted into the forest and let loose without restraint.

Pfft, pfft, pfft...

For a moment, the sounds of Tang San's diarrhea echoed throughout the entire forest.

As though she had heard nothing, Snake Woman turned and gave Meng Yiran a look. "Yiran, why aren't you killing the Phoenix-Tailed Crested Serpent yet?"

Meng Yiran nodded. Enduring the lingering stench Tang San had left behind, she walked over to the Phoenix-Tailed Crested Serpent. Ning Chuan was there as well, his Martial Soul, the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword, still embedded in the Phoenix-Tailed Crested Serpent.

Although Ning Chuan had already achieved his goal, he did not immediately hand the Phoenix-Tailed Crested Serpent over to Meng Yiran. Instead, he looked toward Zhao Wuji.

"Teacher Zhao!" Oscar once again cast him a pleading look.

"Give it to her." Zhao Wuji glanced in the direction Tang San had run off to relieve himself. As he told Ning Chuan to give the Phoenix-Tailed Crested Serpent to Meng Yiran, his disappointment in Tang San grew even deeper.

How could Clear Sky Douluo's son be so useless?

At such a crucial moment, he had actually shat his pants. Today, he had completely disgraced his father, Clear Sky Douluo.

And they had even lost such an excellent Spirit Ring because of it.

"Please, go ahead."

Upon hearing Zhao Wuji's words, Ning Chuan no longer hesitated. He pulled out both sword and snake, then flung the Phoenix-Tailed Crested Serpent before Meng Yiran.

"So this is his Martial Soul?" Meng Yiran glanced at the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword, then nodded at Ning Chuan. She swung her Snake Staff and drove the Snake Blade into the eye of the already dying Phoenix-Tailed Crested Serpent.

The Phoenix-Tailed Crested Serpent struggled briefly before dying. A purple Spirit Ring emerged.

Snake Woman finally breathed a sigh of relief. This way, even if Zhao Wuji wanted to go back on his word, he would no longer have the chance.

However, she still did not relax. She walked over to Meng Yiran's side and guarded her while keeping a watchful eye on Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji watched her with equal vigilance.

The silent standoff left both of their nerves stretched to the limit.

Half an hour later, Meng Yiran finished absorbing the Spirit Ring. Her delicate face was brimming with excitement as she smiled at Snake Woman. "Grandma, I succeeded. I obtained an extremely powerful Spirit Ability."

"Third Spirit Ability: Snake Wings!"

As if to show off to the Shrek group, Meng Yiran proactively displayed her Third Spirit Ability.

Her Third Spirit Ring lit up, and a pair of energy wings resembling those of the Phoenix-Tailed Crested Serpent unfurled from her back.

With a flap of her wings, she soared into the sky and flew at high speed, no slower than the Phoenix-Tailed Crested Serpent.

Whether the others from Shrek had been angered by Meng Yiran's Spirit Ability, Ning Chuan did not know, but Oscar had definitely been upset.

Because Ning Chuan had been right. The Phoenix-Tailed Crested Serpent really could grant a flight-type Spirit Ability. If he had obtained this skill, his status in Shrek would have risen greatly in an instant.

It might even have been possible for Ning Rongrong to change her opinion of him.

Unfortunately, all of that had been ruined by the woman before him, Meng Yiran.

Tang San was no better—he had utterly betrayed everyone's trust. In the middle of a fight, he had actually shit his pants, completely disgracing Shrek Academy.

If he had not been merely a Food Spirit Master, Oscar would have felt like killing someone.

"Ha ha, good." Seeing her granddaughter obtain a flying soul skill, Snake Woman could no longer hide the smile on her face.

After Meng Yiran landed beside her, Snake Woman said, "Brother Zhao, our paths will cross again. We'll be taking our leave."

With that, the two of them darted off in the direction they had come from.

Only Zhao Wuji and Oscar were left behind, their faces dark as thunder.

As for Ning Rongrong, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing, they followed Ning Chuan's example and sat cross-legged beneath a tree, meditating to increase their Soul Power.

They did not waste the hour or so they had.

Ma Hongjun followed suit as well.

At this moment, Tang San finally emerged from the woods. He had changed into a fresh set of clothes, his hair still wet, with droplets of water on his face and body. It looked like he had just taken a bath.

Ning Chuan and the other four opened their eyes, only to see Tang San, his expression ugly, say to Zhao Wuji, "Teacher Zhao!"

"Since you're done shitting, sit down and recover properly. Little Oscar, hurry and give him two sausages. We still need to continue looking for Soul Rings later."

As though he had not seen Tang San at all, Zhao Wuji urged Oscar to give Tang San sausages to help him recover.

Oscar said nothing. He silently handed over the two sausages he had prepared, then sat cross-legged where he was and began recovering.

About half an hour later, Tang San opened his eyes. The dejection on his face had vanished, replaced by excitement. "Teacher Zhao, I've also broken through to level thirty."

"Since you're awake, then... what? You've reached level thirty too?"

Zhao Wuji's anger immediately turned to delight.

Tang San did not answer. Instead, he directly summoned his Martial Soul and Soul Rings. At once, the Soul Power fluctuations unique to level thirty spread outward.

"Ha ha, good. This could be considered a blessing in disguise. Just like that, Shrek has four Soul Elders now. But this time, you not only lost the match, you also caused Little Oscar to lose an exceptional Soul Ring. Next time, urgh... you absolutely cannot shit like that again. If your stomach is really upset, remember to say so beforehand. Don't force yourself."

Remembering the sight of Tang San spraying everywhere earlier, Zhao Wuji felt another wave of nausea rise in his throat.