I Join

Now that they had found the person, Wu Ling was in no hurry.

After having the Spirit Master who delivered the message take the urgent letter back, he led Xiao Fen on a leisurely walk from the main hall of the Martial Soul Sanctuary to his residence.

Along the way, Wu Ling asked Xiao Fen, "Xiao Fen, doesn't magic have some kind of communication spell, something like a telephone? See if you can make a few using Soul Power instead of magic power."

Xiao Fen pouted in dissatisfaction. "Seriously, Original Body, you're giving me more work again. I haven't even finished those first few tasks yet. Is your next request going to be for me to create an Age of Gods?"

Wu Ling ruffled Xiao Fen's hair and said affectionately, with a hint of coaxing, "The capable should do more. Whether it's for the current plans or the future ones, Xiao Fen, you're the most crucial part of all this."

Hearing Wu Ling's praise and feeling how much he valued her, Xiao Fen proudly raised her chin. "There's nothing I can do about it. I'll agree, then. Once I can fully use magic with Soul Power, I should be able to make them."

Seeing Xiao Fen agree, Wu Ling also put those thoughts about some robot, a lion-headed fellow, and an electric-playing guy out of his mind. Things like an industrial revolution were far too troublesome. He would rather become the strongest in a quiet, uneventful way, then crush the God Realm for fun.

By the time Wu Ling and Xiao Fen returned to their residence, Gui Mei had already been waiting for quite some time.

"I heard you found him."

"Yes. It's that person."

"Good. Before I came, the Pope told me that if you truly found that person, it would be thanks to your contribution. So tomorrow morning, I'll only be responsible for taking you there. As for how that person is dealt with, that will be up to you.

"Whether you recruit him or kill him, you decide it all."

Wu Ling was not surprised that Bibi Dong had given him such immense authority.

Because if Oscar had not appeared, then he would not have had this authority. But if Oscar had appeared, it meant his ability to foresee the future was real. That made him far more important than a food-type Innate Full Soul Power Spirit Master, so it was only natural to leave the person's fate in his hands.

After saying that, Gui Mei left. It was as though he had come solely to deliver this one message.

After Gui Mei left, Wu Ling checked on Xiao Hong and Xiao Lan's cultivation as he passed by them, then sat down in another chair in the room.

Then Wu Ling picked Xiao Fen up and placed her on his lap, resting his chin on her shoulder.

"Xiao Fen, if I told Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu where Tang Hao and Tang San were right now, do you think they'd strike early and snuff Tang San out in the cradle?"

Xiao Fen rested her head against Wu Ling. After thinking for a moment, she rejected the idea.

"Original Body, as far as Bibi Dong is concerned, she only succeeded in getting her revenge because of Tang Hao, so the chance of her acting is very low. Besides, Bibi Dong only became a Title Douluo a few years ago. Even with the Rakshasa God's divine trials, it's still unknown whether she has reached Rank 95 by now.

"As for Qian Daoliu, although he would hate Tang Hao for killing his son, because of the agreement he made with Tang Chen back then, the chance of him acting is also very low.

"Don't forget, in the original story, when Tang Hao appeared during the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Elite Tournament held in Spirit City, he openly used the Clear Sky Avatar. Could it be that Qian Daoliu, a Rank 99 Limit Douluo in the very same city, couldn't sense the Soul Power of a Title Douluo?

"Forget Qian Daoliu. Even those worshippers above Rank 95 didn't come out to do anything. Tang Hao's hammer strike practically pinned Spirit Hall's reputation to the ground and hammered it flat. The damage was minor, but the humiliation was immense. Yet not a single one of them appeared. Original Body, do you really believe Qian Daoliu wasn't stopping them?"

After hearing Xiao Fen's analysis, Wu Ling nodded in deep agreement.

"Looks like no matter when it is, I still have to rely on myself.

"As the saying goes, it's better to cut off one finger than injure all ten. And tomorrow's Oscar is that finger.

"According to the original story, after his Martial Soul Awakening, Oscar did not join Spirit Hall. Instead, he was taken in by Flender and joined Shrek Academy. If threats and inducements fail to bring him over tomorrow, killing him outright would be fine too."

Having settled on a plan, Wu Ling felt completely at ease. On a whim, he personally cooked several dishes for Xiao Fen.

Although Wu Ling's three clones had different personalities, they had all inherited one trait from him: they loved eating.

Normally, because Xiao Hong and Xiao Lan were retrieved every night, Wu Ling did not let them eat too much. After all, the combined fullness of three bodies was quite uncomfortable for him.

But since he would be meeting Oscar tomorrow, Wu Ling decided not to retrieve the two of them tonight. So he let them eat as much as they wanted. Although they were clones, they ate only for the pleasure of it and would not gain weight or suffer diarrhea or anything of the sort.

Of course, Wu Ling, who later felt that he had gained weight, could only curse inwardly...

At nearly eleven in the morning the next day, Oscar sat alone in his room. Compared to being watched over, he felt that his current situation was more like imprisonment.

Thinking back to Venice, who had been unable to even force a smile after completing his Martial Soul Awakening yesterday, Oscar did not actually feel much.

To be honest, his relationship with Venice had not been particularly good. But compared to the others, whom he could barely even speak to, Venice had seemed pretty decent since they could at least exchange a few words. But now, it looked like he might not even be able to remain friends with him.

Whatever. He's just one friend. What does it matter if I have no friends? The important thing is my current situation. Spirit Hall doesn't seem willing to let me go. They didn't even ask for my opinion. Looks like that peaceful life is leaving me.

With the sound of a door opening, a Spirit Master walked in.

Is lunch this early? With that thought, Oscar turned to look, but the Spirit Master was not carrying any food.

"Come here, kid. An important person wants to see you."

"Okay."

After responding, Oscar followed the Spirit Master out of the room. When they passed the awakening room, he saw a group of people waiting outside.

But it had nothing to do with him, so Oscar did not spare them another glance and continued following the Spirit Master into another, more spacious room.

The moment Oscar entered, his attention was drawn to the boy seated in the chair at the center.

Messy black hair, features that had shed their childish cuteness and were turning handsome, and most importantly, an aura of confidence—as though even the sky collapsing could not affect him.

Although the Spirit Master who had awakened Oscar yesterday and the master of the Martial Soul Branch Hall were seated on either side of the boy, both of them were completely suppressed by his presence.

When the boy saw Oscar arrive, he smiled faintly and said, "Oscar. Martial Soul: Sausage. Innate Full Soul Power. I'll get straight to the point. Do you want to join our Spirit Hall?"

After saying this, Wu Ling, who had expected to resort to threats and inducements, heard Oscar's answer the very next second.

"I'll join."