The Fiery Popularity of Flying Sausage!

The crowd below erupted in chaos.

"Impossible! There's no such thing!"

"A sausage? Are you talking about the sausages made by a Food-type Spirit Master?"

"It lets you fly? And with the speed of a Sharp-Tailed Rain Swallow? You're lying, right?"

"And it lasts for an hour!? Even a nine-ring Title Douluo couldn't catch up!?"

Manager Gu clapped his hands.

"Whether it's a lie or not, you'll know once you try it."

"Please, our Spirit Master, come on stage to demonstrate."

Oscar took a deep breath and walked onto the stage.

Every eye in the audience was fixed on him.

Two yellow spirit rings rose from beneath his feet.

"Second Spirit Ability: Flying Sausage."

Oscar pressed his palms together, and five sausages radiating a blue glow appeared in his hands.

The surface of the sausages featured exquisite wing patterns, with light flowing across them in a breathtaking display.

He handed one sausage to the staff member standing nearby.

The staff member ate the sausage, and blue wings of light suddenly unfurled from his back.

The entire auction house fell silent.

The staff member tried flying a lap, his speed so fast that he left nothing but a blue afterimage.

The people below gaped in shock.

"Is... is this real?"

"So fast! Too fast!"

"At this speed, even a Soul Saint couldn't catch him, right?"

Manager Gu spoke up at the perfect moment:

"Flying Sausage, starting bid at two Gold Soul Coin."

"The highest bidder wins. Quantities are limited; there are only five available today."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone raised a paddle.

"Ten!"

"Twenty!"

"Thirty!"

"Forty!"

The price soared, quickly breaking past fifty.

Fu Wen stood backstage, the corners of his mouth curling upward.

It was exactly as he had anticipated.

In the end, the first Flying Sausage sold for fifty-five Gold Soul Coin.

The second for fifty-two.

The third for fifty.

The fourth for fifty-three.

The fifth for sixty.

The five sausages sold for a total of two hundred and seventy Gold Soul Coin.

After deducting the auction house's ten percent commission, they walked away with two hundred and forty-three.

Oscar held the heavy money bag, his hands trembling.

"Xiao Wen, is... is this real?"

"It's real."

Fu Wen patted him on the shoulder: "Your sausages are worth this price."

Back at the academy, Flender stared at the money bag on the table, unable to close his mouth.

"Two hundred and forty-three Gold Soul Coin! In one go!"

"Xiao Ao, your sausages are faster at making money than a printing press!"

Oscar scratched his head and chuckled foolishly.

"It was Xiao Wen's idea; I'm just the one doing the work."

"Those who worked get a share, too."

Flender took out thirty Gold Soul Coin and handed them to Oscar.

"This is yours, keep it for your own use."

He then took out another thirty and handed them to Fu Wen.

"This is yours; the idea was yours to begin with."

Fu Wen did not decline, taking the coins and putting them away.

The remaining money was locked away by Flender in the academy's storehouse.

"From now on, this money will serve as the academy's reserve fund."

"When we have more students in the future, we'll need it for medicinal herbs and equipment."

Zhao Wuji leaned back in his chair and sighed.

"Who would have thought that our Shrek Academy would one day be supported by its students."

"This is what you call talent."

Flender pushed up his glasses, looking smug.

"Other people's students spend money, but my students earn it."

"That is the difference."

Ma Hongjun listened from the side, his blood boiling with excitement.

"Master, when will I be able to earn money for the academy?"

"You should focus on controlling your Evil Fire first."

Flender patted him on the head. "With your Martial Soul type, it's nearly impossible to earn money like this. We'll just have to take it one step at a time."

"Understood!"

Ma Hongjun nodded vigorously.

Fu Wen sat to the side, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.

The Flying Sausage was only the first step.

The road ahead was still long.

Early the next morning, Flender called the three children into the courtyard.

"Yesterday's auction was a great success, but this is only the beginning."

Flender paced back and forth in front of the three with his hands behind his back. "Xiao Ao's Flying Sausage can currently be sold at most five times a week, five sausages each time. Based on yesterday's prices, that's over a thousand Gold Soul Coin a week. Over a year, that's more than fifty thousand."

He stopped pacing and looked at Oscar. "But there's a problem: your sausages only have a shelf life of one day. This means you must go to the auction house to make them fresh every day. A day or two is fine, but over time, no one can handle that."

Oscar scratched his head. "Old man, what should I do then?"

"Two ways." Flender held up two fingers. "First, increase your soul power. Once your level goes up, the shelf life of the sausages will naturally extend. Second, look for medicinal herbs. Some rare treasures can extend the storage time of products from food-type soul masters. Keep an eye out for them in the future."

Oscar nodded. "Understood."

"And you, Xiao Pang." Flender turned to Ma Hongjun. "Your Phoenix Holy Light Strike can attack and purify, but its power is still insufficient. You saw what happened at the auction house yesterday; Xiao Ao is able to make money because of his unique ability. If you want to contribute to the academy in the future, you must train your skills to a level that no one else can match."

Ma Hongjun puffed out his chest. "Master, I will definitely work hard!"

"Xiao Wen." Flender finally looked at Fu Wen. "Your task is the heaviest. The progress of Xiao Ao and Xiao Pang cannot be separated from your guidance. Furthermore, people at the auction house might target us in the future. I want you to think of countermeasures in advance."

Fu Wen nodded. "Understood."

"Alright, start training." Flender waved his hand.

In the days that followed, three paths were pursued simultaneously.

Every morning, Oscar practiced close-quarters combat with Fu Wen, and in the afternoon, he went to the auction house to make Flying Sausage.

After a week, five auctions had been held, all of them packed, and the reputation of the Flying Sausage had thoroughly taken off in Suotuo City.

Merchants even traveled from other regions just to bid on one for a taste.

The price also stabilized.

Each one went for between fifty and sixty Gold Soul Coin, occasionally spiking to seventy.

Flender couldn't stop grinning as he counted the money every day.

Ma Hongjun's progress was also rapid.

The accuracy of his Phoenix Holy Light Strike improved from three hits out of ten to eight out of ten, and his Evil Fire was kept firmly suppressed, never once backfiring.

Every night after soaking in the medicinal bath, he would take the initiative to ask Fu Wen for advice: "Brother Wen, can my flames become even purer?"

Fu Wen answered him patiently every time.

Fu Wen's own cultivation did not fall behind either.

The Innate Divine Crocodile Art circulated day and night, his soul power climbing steadily.

He spent his days training the two of them and his nights cultivating himself, never once skipping a medicinal bath.

After more than twenty days, he had already touched the threshold of level eighteen.

That night, after finishing his medicinal bath, Fu Wen sat cross-legged on the bed and circulated the Innate Divine Crocodile Art.

Soul power flowed through his body, each cycle faster than the last.

He could feel that barrier right before his eyes; he was only one final push away.

"No rush."

Fu Wen took a deep breath, steadying his mind.

He understood the principle that haste makes waste.

Flender pushed the door open and entered. Seeing Fu Wen cultivating, he didn't disturb him, instead sitting to the side to wait.

Only when Fu Wen opened his eyes did he speak: "Xiao Wen, there is something I want to discuss with you."

"What is it?"

"Regarding the auction house, Boss Gu came to see me today."

Flender's expression was somewhat grave: "He said someone has their eyes on the Flying Sausage and wants to inquire about its source."

Fu Wen raised an eyebrow: "What kind of people?"

"Not clear yet. Boss Gu didn't disclose it, but he warned me to be careful."

Flender paused: "I'm wondering, should we stop for a while?"

Fu Wen shook his head: "We can't stop. Stopping would only make it look like we have a guilty conscience."

He thought for a moment and said: "Dad, I'll go to the auction house to hold down the fort tomorrow. If anyone wants to stir up trouble, let them come find me."

Flender looked at Fu Wen, silent for a moment, then smiled: "Alright, with those words from you, I can rest easy."

The corners of Fu Wen's mouth curled up slightly.

As the heir to the China Divine Crocodile, why would he fear being targeted?

If one comes, he'll bite one; if two come, he'll bite a pair.