Oscar's Sausage Stand

Oscar curled his lip, picked up several sausages, and tossed them over.

Just as Lin Xiao was about to buy a few, Zhao Wuji stopped him.

"Senior, if you're hungry, I'll buy some for you. Oscar's sausages... I'm afraid you won't be able to stomach them."

"Grandpa, why are you afraid Big Brother won't be able to stomach them? Na'er can eat them."

Zhao Wuji nearly spat blood. He was only a few decades old, yet this little girl had called him Grandpa. What the hell was this?

But with Lin Xiao present, he could not lose his temper. He could only swallow the humiliation.

"Little girl, do you really want to eat one?"

Na'er nodded obediently.

Zhao Wuji coughed. "Oscar, make a few sausages on the spot."

Oscar the sausage vendor's expression changed slightly, and he said awkwardly, "Teacher Zhao, that's not fair."

Zhao Wuji glared at Oscar. "If I tell you to make them, then make them. Why so much nonsense?"

Oscar felt aggrieved, but since his teacher had spoken, he could only release his Martial Soul.

"I, your father, have a big sausage!"

"Pfft." Upon hearing that, Tang San immediately spat out the sausage in his mouth and stared at Oscar in shock.

Thinking of Oscar's incantation, Lin Xiao was also speechless. It really was a little disgusting.

Zhao Wuji chuckled and turned to Lin Xiao. "Senior, now you know why I didn't let you eat it, right?"

Lin Xiao coughed. "Na'er, do you still want to eat one?"

Na'er shook her head. "No~ It's so gross."

Upon hearing that, Oscar nearly cried himself unconscious in the restroom. He endured the grievance in his heart and put away the sausages in his hands.

Tang San, standing nearby, threw his sausage away as well. It tasted good, but with that incantation, he felt as though he was doing something indescribable with Oscar.

Xiao Wu glanced at the sausage in her hand and, without a second thought, threw it onto the ground. Then she took out a bottle of water and began washing her hands.

At that moment, Dai Mubai walked in from outside the academy. At his side was a woman dressed in tight black clothing. She was beautiful, with a voluptuous figure—especially the two terrifying bombs on her chest, as massive as Mount Tai.

Everyone stared dumbfounded, especially Oscar, who nearly started drooling.

"You're all here." Dai Mubai glanced at the group, then froze slightly when he saw Zhao Wuji.

"Teacher Zhao, why are you here?"

"Today's assessment is to endure one incense stick's worth of time under me."

"Huh?" Dai Mubai hurriedly said, "Teacher Zhao, shouldn't that be me?"

"Hmph. I haven't stretched my muscles in a long time. Today, I'll test these little monsters myself. Don't worry, I won't use my full strength."

Dai Mubai sighed. It seemed these little ones were in for some suffering.

Lin Xiao set Na'er down from his arms and said softly, "Na'er, Big Brother still doesn't know your Martial Soul or Soul Power."

Na'er raised her head and answered adorably, "It seems to be the Silver Dragon Spear. My Soul Power seems to be level thirty-two, Soul Elder."

Lin Xiao was somewhat surprised. Gu Yuena's Soul Power was actually this high. As expected of the ancient Dragon God's incarnation.

The Silver Dragon Spear was probably a God-tier Martial Soul as well.

"Senior, let's sit for a while longer."

Lin Xiao nodded. "All right. Na'er, discuss with them how to deal with the Immovable Ming King. Big Brother is going to rest for a while."

Na'er nodded and walked between Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing.

The two looked at Na'er, who was a head shorter than them. Ning Rongrong smiled. "Little sister, how old are you? You're so cute."

"Na'er is already nine years old."

"Nine? You're even younger than me!" Ning Rongrong said in surprise.

"Enough, everyone, quiet down." Dai Mubai stepped forward and looked at Tang San and the others. "This time, your opponent is Shrek's vice dean, a level seventy-six assault-type battle Soul Saint. His Martial Soul is the Great Vajra Bear."

"Level seventy-six?" Tang San and the others sucked in a breath of cold air. How could they possibly win?

Dai Mubai nodded helplessly. "That's right. Teacher Zhao has been a Soul Saint for many years, and his strength is incredibly formidable. You must be careful this time. You have one incense stick's worth of time to formulate a plan."

In the distance, Zhao Wuji personally poured Lin Xiao a cup of tea and said with a chuckle,

"Your Excellency, rest assured. I won't strike too heavily."

Lin Xiao picked up the teacup, blew on it at his lips, and drank it in one gulp. "You're too polite, Immovable Ming King. As long as you don't hurt Na'er, I won't interfere with the others. Just take good care of that boy in blue."

Zhao Wuji looked at Tang San. "Your Excellency, I heard he's a Blue Silver Grass Soul Master. I'm afraid he won't even be able to withstand my first round of attacks."

"Do not underestimate your opponent. You'll understand soon enough."

Lin Xiao set down his teacup and picked up a book from the table to read.

Zhao Wuji scratched his head, unable to understand what His Excellency meant. Could these little brats really turn the world upside down?

He was a level seventy-six battle Soul Saint. Even without using Soul Power, he was not someone these children could handle. What was Senior worried about?

Seeing how relaxed and carefree Lin Xiao was, Zhao Wuji lit an incense stick and tossed it to the side.

Time passed second by second, and soon, one incense stick's worth of time had passed.

Tang San and the others had also learned about everyone else's Martial Souls and Soul Power.

The one who surprised them most was Na'er. At such a young age, she had already reached level thirty-two as an assault-type battle Soul Elder. It truly made them envy her to death.

"We'll proceed according to the plan we just made."

"Okay."

Dai Mubai shouted to Zhao Wuji, "Teacher Zhao, they're ready."

Zhao Wuji opened his eyes, looked at the children before him, and snorted coldly. "Come at me together."

They nodded. Ning Rongrong spun around, and the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda in her hand suddenly appeared, its seven-colored radiance shining upon them all.

"The Seven Treasures have names: first, strength; second, speed."

Zhu Zhuqing leaped lightly. As an agility-attack Soul Master, coupled with the extreme amplification of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda, her speed surged to its limit. In what seemed like an instant, she had arrived behind Zhao Wuji.

Xiao Wu bent slightly. After Zhu Zhuqing made her move, she pushed off with her feet, her body shooting toward Zhao Wuji like a spring.

Zhao Wuji remained where he was, his expression unchanged. "A pincer attack? Interesting. But before absolute strength, this is nothing but futile."

Lin Xiao sat in his chair, picked up a wine cup, and drank from it elegantly.

With a dull bang, the two of them found that their attacks could not harm Zhao Wuji in the slightest. Xiao Wu could not help frowning.

"Little girl, your speed is decent, but your strength is far too weak."

Zhao Wuji grabbed Xiao Wu by the ankle and flung her away. Without a word, Tang San immediately used Blue Silver Grass to wrap around Xiao Wu's slender waist and yank her back.

Zhu Zhuqing was not so fortunate. Zhao Wuji spun around and viciously kicked her in the stomach, sending her flying like a cannonball.