Shrek All Vomited

"Some soul skills have unknown specifics; they must be verified through empirical evidence!"

"Don't you want to know the effects of your own soul skill?"

Seeing the look of utter disgust on Oscar's face, Yu Xiaogang immediately urged him.

"Yeah, Oscar!"

"Even if it smells foul, maybe it tastes delicious?"

"Just like stinky tofu!"

Ma Hongjun also chimed in to persuade him, even using stinky tofu as an example.

If the gloating look on his face hadn't been so obvious, Oscar might have actually believed him.

Oscar stared at the purple-black sausage in his hand, which was emitting a pungent stench. His complexion shifted from deep purple to deathly pale, and his Adam's apple bobbed repeatedly.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and muttered, "For the sake of the soul skill... I'll risk it!"

He tremblingly brought the sausage to his lips. The intense, putrid odor made his eyes stream with tears, and he pulled his hand back several times, gagging.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and shoved it into his mouth, but the moment his teeth broke the casing, the foul-smelling liquid burst forth.

"Blech--!!!" Oscar nearly vomited on the spot.

But in order to discover the soul skill's effect, he gritted his teeth once more and shoved the entire stinky sausage into his mouth.

Oscar swallowed it with wide, staring eyes.

"Blech--!!!"

After swallowing, Oscar doubled over and began to retch.

Unfortunately, the stinky sausage had already dissolved into energy within his body; he couldn't vomit anything up, leaving only the lingering stench.

Ma Hongjun's gloating expression froze, and he retreated in horror: "Holy crap, he actually puked?! How bad could it possibly taste?"

Dai Mubai and the others looked on with expressions of terror. Even if the soul skill's effects were incredible, they had no desire to eat such a sausage.

They didn't want to reach the battlefield only to find themselves too disgusted to fight before they could even enjoy the buffs.

"Pfft--!"

Immediately following, a long, drawn-out fart erupted from Oscar's backside, and a cloud of purple-black gas sprayed out, instantly engulfing the entire training ground.

The stench spread so quickly that even Flender didn't react in time; by the time he summoned his martial soul to prepare to flee, he was already shrouded in the foul gas.

If Flender couldn't escape, there was no need to mention the others.

"Blech--!"

"So stinky--!"

"Yue--!"

"Blech--!"

And so, a chorus of retching rose and fell amidst the stench.

Before long, the Shrek team could be seen fleeing from the gas, looking disheveled and miserable. Each of them wore an expression of indescribable disgust, continuing to dry-heave and weep as they emerged.

The stench was simply too unbearable.

They finally understood why no one had ever hunted Stink Rats before; even those of high age seemed to have been ignored by everyone.

After a long while, the stench finally dissipated on its own.

The group looked at Oscar, who was lying in the middle of the training ground with foam at his mouth, still feeling a lingering sense of dread.

After some time, they splashed water on Oscar to wake him up.

"Oscar, tell us the effect of your soul skill!"

Yu Xiaogang still possessed a spirit of research; seeing Oscar wake up, he didn't forget to press for the details of the soul skill.

Although he had already guessed most of it, he still wanted to hear it from Oscar himself.

"I..." Oscar hadn't quite recovered yet. He opened his mouth, and after a long moment, said with a look of embarrassment: "You've already seen the effect. The way this soul skill is unleashed is just like your Luo Sanpao, Master! This soul skill is meant for running away!"

"Does it not increase any attributes?"

"When Stink Rats are fleeing, they release the accumulated stench from their bodies, and their speed doubles."

Yu Xiaogang frowned upon hearing this. If it didn't increase any attributes, then this soul skill was truly useless.

Using it was worse than not using it at all.

That smell—not to mention the enemy, even their own allies couldn't stand it.

They would likely collapse from the stench before they could even inflict a thousand points of damage on the enemy.

"None!"

Oscar shook his head with a grim expression. He already knew that his soul skill was likely a dud.

Although he had anticipated that absorbing such a low-quality soul ring wouldn't yield much, or that any skill it provided would be a "chicken rib" (useless), it was still hard for Oscar to avoid feeling dejected now that it had actually happened.

"It's alright, this is perfectly normal. In the current environment, being able to obtain a soul ring to break through your bottleneck is already quite an achievement!"

"In the future, over ninety-nine percent of soul masters won't even be able to break through at all."

Yu Xiaogang comforted Oscar.

For some reason, when he said that last sentence, a strange sense of secret satisfaction welled up in the depths of Yu Xiaogang's heart.

When he first learned that soul beasts had disappeared, he had been obsessed and distraught.

But now, thinking about it carefully, while the disappearance of soul beasts had a huge impact on him, it had an even greater impact on everyone else!

And this way, countless people would have to experience what he had gone through.

That is, being trapped at a certain level, unable to break through for decades.

For example, many current Soul Grand Masters; most of them, or one could even say almost all of them, were facing this very predicament.

Because the Soul Grand Master level was still too low, they couldn't compete with higher-ranked soul masters.

They would all come to understand.

What it means to:

Not even reach level 29, yet already be over 50 years old.

"Yes, Master is right!"

After hearing Yu Xiaogang say this, Oscar quickly felt relieved.

"Alright, regarding Tang San, you must be very curious, so I will tell you about it!"

Seeing that everyone was present, Yu Xiaogang simply changed the subject and began to talk about Tang San.

Yu Xiaogang then gave a brief account of Tang San's situation.

The general gist was that Tang San was still the Tang San they knew; he hadn't possessed someone else's body, he simply possessed the memories of a past life...

He then gave a rough overview of the world Tang San came from.

"The world Tang San lived in during his previous life was far more powerful than ours."

"The cultivation techniques they practiced were of a much higher order than ours."

"The Self-Created Soul Skills you saw Tang San use before were also techniques from that world. They don't require a martial soul or soul rings; they can cultivate them directly!"

Yu Xiaogang then went on to explain in detail that the decline of traditional soul masters in their world was inevitable now that soul beasts were extinct.

He then mentioned that the cultivation techniques Tang San possessed could pave a completely new path for soul masters here.

It required neither martial souls nor soul rings.

By cultivating on one's own, one could increase their level and gain soul skills.

"So, don't think that just because Tang San's martial soul has been crippled, he can no longer cultivate," Yu Xiaogang concluded.

Flender and the others all widened their eyes after hearing Yu Xiaogang's words.

They had originally assumed that Tang San was completely finished after his martial soul was destroyed.

They never expected that Tang San could actually still cultivate.

He could still grow stronger.

Only then did they understand why Tang San had been so powerful before, to the point where even Zhao Wuji had suffered a major loss.

It turned out that Tang San had such a background behind him.

"Flender, Tang San's cultivation techniques are an opportunity for me as well."

"I have already joined Tang San's Tang Sect and am preparing to cultivate the Tang Sect techniques with him."

"Now, I need you to help me cripple my martial soul!"

Yu Xiaogang finally looked at Flender and said.