When Dai Mubai saw Oscar, his expression changed drastically. He hurried over to the sausage stall.
"Don't eat it!"
Dai Mubai shouted at the three of them.
Tang San had already grown wary of Oscar, and now he was even more certain there was something wrong with Oscar's sausages.
"You didn't buy any sausages from him, did you?"
Dai Mubai looked at the three of them and asked.
"Why? What's wrong with the sausages he's selling?"
Xiao Wu asked curiously. She'd originally planned to buy four—one each for herself, Li Luo, Tang San, and Ning Rongrong.
But Li Luo had stopped her. Xiao Wu always did as Li Luo said, but she couldn't help wondering why. After all, the food-loving Xiao Wu really wanted to try Oscar's grilled sausages.
Dai Mubai covered his face, unsure what to say. After thinking for a moment, he decided to let Oscar explain it himself.
Dai Mubai turned and looked at Oscar.
"Little Ao, show them how you make the sausages."
Oscar looked a little awkward at Dai Mubai's words.
"Boss Dai, you can't throw me under the bus like this! How am I supposed to keep my business going if you do that?"
Oscar was reluctant, but Dai Mubai wasn't about to indulge him.
"Come on. These people will be our classmates soon. Stop being so secretive."
Oscar couldn't resist Dai Mubai's hardline attitude, so he had no choice but to demonstrate on the spot.
"I Have a Big Sausage!"
Oscar recited his Martial Soul incantation, a lewd grin spreading across his face.
A fresh sausage appeared in his palm.
Hearing Oscar's incantation and seeing his leering expression, paired with his unkempt beard, Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing all looked at him with disdain.
"Ugh, disgusting!"
"Boss Dai, you've ruined my image in front of our junior brothers and sisters!"
Oscar complained to Dai Mubai.
"Enough. It was bound to happen sooner or later."
Dai Mubai paid no mind to Oscar's complaints and turned to introduce him to Li Luo and the others.
"This is Oscar, one of our students at Shrek Academy. He's fourteen years old and a twenty-ninth-rank Food System Soul Grandmaster."
"Don't let his lewd Martial Soul Skill fool you. It's incredibly effective. In the future, you'll..."
Dai Mubai paused. He'd meant to say that sooner or later they'd all have to eat Oscar's Big Sausage, but he realized his words could be taken the wrong way. So he trailed off and said no more.
Everyone except Li Luo looked surprised by Dai Mubai's introduction.
"This lecherous uncle is our senior? He's fourteen?"
Ning Rongrong eyed Oscar's thick beard, unconvinced.
"He looks at least like a grown man!"
"Ahem!"
Dai Mubai cleared his throat and explained.
"Little Ao really is fourteen. It's just that... uh, forget it. You'll understand once he shaves."
Dai Mubai didn't want to explain Oscar's appearance any further. He was in a hurry to take Li Luo and the others to the fourth test and get them enrolled.
The matter of Oscar soon passed, and Dai Mubai led Li Luo and the others to the fourth test.
On the way, Dai Mubai told them about Shrek Academy.
"Our Shrek Academy may look small, but it has everything you need."
"We have three Soul Saint teachers. One is the dean, from the Agility Attack System. His Martial Soul is a Four-Eyed Owl, and he's a seventy-eighth-rank Soul Saint."
"The other is the vice dean, from the Power Attack System. His Martial Soul is a Vajra Diamond Bear, and he's a seventy-sixth-rank Soul Saint. Oh, and Vice Dean Zhao Wuji has the nickname Immovable Wisdom King. You may have heard of him."
At the mention of Immovable Wisdom King, a flicker of surprise crossed Ning Rongrong's face. She hadn't expected the notorious figure from the Soul Master World to be at a tiny place like Shrek Academy.
But Ning Rongrong wasn't too surprised. She was, after all, the young lady of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Soul Saints were a dime a dozen there, hardly anything remarkable.
"The quality of our students at Shrek Academy is excellent. Apart from you, um, there's one other student at the academy."
Dai Mubai's expression was clearly a little awkward. It wasn't exactly something worth bragging about, so he skipped over it without elaborating.
"You'll meet him after you enroll."
"Besides, our Shrek Academy has produced many talented people. They say our most outstanding senior has become the youngest elder in Spirit Hall."
Dai Mubai had finally found something to boast about, but instead of the surprise and admiration he'd expected from Li Luo and the others, he got skepticism.
"Stop making things up. To become an elder of Spirit Hall, you have to be at least a Titled Douluo. Every Titled Douluo in the world is a known figure, and I've never heard of one coming from a tiny place like Shrek Academy."
It was Ning Rongrong who challenged Dai Mubai again. In front of Li Luo, she was a good girl, but with outsiders—especially those showing off in front of her—she let her Little Demoness side shine in all its glory.
"Uh..."
Dai Mubai felt awkward. As a prince of the Star Luo Empire, he knew that Shrek Academy couldn't possibly have produced an elder of Spirit Hall.
But the dean repeated that claim all the time, and gradually Dai Mubai had started fooling himself into believing it.
Only when Ning Rongrong bluntly called him out did he come to his senses.
So Dai Mubai wisely fell silent. The more he said, the more he might slip up—and the last thing he wanted was for the students who'd arrived early to lose their good impression of Shrek Academy and run off.
Led by Dai Mubai, Li Luo and the others soon reached the final entrance test.
They stopped and looked at the man sprawled in a rocking chair before them. He was huge, thickset, and broad-backed.
"Teacher Zhao, I've brought the new students."
The man called Teacher Zhao slowly sat up in the rocking chair. The moment he saw Li Luo and the others, his eyes lit up.
"Oh? So many new students this year!"
Dai Mubai moved close to Zhao Wuji's ear and briefly told him about his fight with Li Luo the day before.
Zhao Wuji's interest was clearly piqued by Dai Mubai's account.
He walked up in front of Li Luo and the others and called out loudly.
"This is the last test before enrollment. The five of you will work together and hold out against me for the time it takes an incense stick to burn. If you last that long, you can all enroll. If not, then get the hell out of here and go back where you came from!"
Zhao Wuji didn't mean what he said, of course. They'd finally gotten so many new students this year, and he wasn't about to let them leave. Whether Li Luo and the others lasted the full time or not, he'd let them enroll.
He was simply itching for a fight and wanted to stretch his muscles.
But Dai Mubai was surprised by Zhao Wuji's words.
"Teacher Zhao, I usually assess the new students at the final test. Why are you personally—"
"Get out of the way! I'm doing it myself this year."
Zhao Wuji cut Dai Mubai off.
"If you're the one testing them, what am I supposed to do?"
"Polish my shoes for me! (French accent)"