Oscar: Immortal Master, Try My Big Sausage!

[Initiating immediately, seventh batch of mandatory selection.]

[Recalculating number of participants for this round...]

Above the Sky Screen, the cold, merciless blood-red characters condensed once more over the heads of the billions of living beings across the continent, like a death warrant.

Having just witnessed three peak Titled Douluo vanish into dust, the inner defenses of the people of the Douluo Continent had been completely shattered.

[Seventh batch of mandatory selection, initiating immediately.]

[Number of participants: three.]

Giving no one time to breathe or pray, the thick blood-red light on the Sky Screen churned, and the first line of shocking names slammed down without warning.

[First: Shrek Academy, Oscar!]

Boom!

In the Fasno Province, on the playground of Shrek Academy.

A deathly silence lasted for a second, followed by a heart-wrenching cry.

"Little Ao!!"

Ning Rongrong's face, which had been relatively calm, instantly drained of all color.

Her legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground, reaching out desperately to grab the silver-haired youth standing not far away.

Oscar himself was stunned.

His peach-blossom eyes, usually filled with a hint of playfulness, were now wide open.

"I... I'm just a food-type support..."

Oscar swallowed hard, his voice trembling.

In a world where even a ninety-seventh-level peak power-attack Titled Douluo could be crushed like an ant, what could he, a sausage seller with zero combat ability, possibly do inside? Serve as emergency rations?

Tang San, Dai Mubai, and the others rushed over, their expressions looking terrible.

"Why did it have to be Little Ao..." Everyone stomped their feet in anxiety, their eyes rimmed with red.

Oscar looked at Ning Rongrong, who was weeping uncontrollably, and forced down the fear in his heart.

He managed a smile that looked worse than crying and reached out to ruffle Ning Rongrong's hair.

"Rongrong, don't cry... Maybe the people in that world have been fasting for so long that they'll want a fresh snack."

"I... I will try my best to survive."

Just as the Shrek group was plunged into the despair of a life-and-death parting, the blood-red light on the Sky Screen surged again, and the second name appeared.

And this name, along with the phenomenon that followed, triggered an unprecedented super-earthquake across the entire Douluo Continent!

[Second: Spirit Hall, Qian Renxue!]

When this name appeared, ninety-nine percent of the people on the continent were left in a daze.

Who was Qian Renxue? Was there such a person in Spirit Hall?

However, inside the Pope Palace in Spirit City, Bibi Dong's pupils contracted violently, and the scepter in her hand nearly fell to the floor.

What was even more shocking was that the thick, blood-red beam of light descending from the Sky Screen did not fall toward Spirit City; instead, it pierced through the clouds and landed with pinpoint accuracy inside the main hall of the Heaven Dou Empire's imperial palace!

The beam of light locked firmly onto a youth standing in the center of the hall, dressed in the luxurious robes of a Crown Prince.

The Crown Prince of the Heaven Dou Empire, Xue Qinghe!

The recently awakened Emperor Xue Ye, along with the entire court of civil and military officials, stared in shock.

"What... what is happening? Is the Sky Screen mistaken? That is His Highness the Crown Prince!" an old minister exclaimed.

However, under the absolute high-dimensional law scanning of the Sky Screen, all disguises were rendered useless.

Within the blood-red beam, the disguise soul bone on Xue Qinghe's body, granted by the Angel God, emitted a sound of shattering under the unbearable pressure.

Under the stunned gaze of the entire continent, the body of "Xue Qinghe" began to undergo a drastic transformation.

The male Adam's apple vanished, the frame became slender and symmetrical, and a head of short black hair instantly turned into a waterfall of golden hair that cascaded down to the waist.

In a few seconds, the gentle and elegant Heaven Dou Crown Prince was gone, replaced by a peerlessly beautiful woman with skin as white as snow and the faint phantom of six sacred wings behind her back.

"Qian Renxue... She is the daughter of the former Pope of Spirit Hall, Qian Xunji!"

Ning Fengzhi looked at the golden-haired woman on the light screen, and as if a bolt of lightning had struck his mind, he understood everything in an instant.

"What a Spirit Hall! What a brilliant scheme to steal the heavens and replace the sun!" Ning Fengzhi broke out in a cold sweat.

If not for the Sky Screen forcibly calling her out, the entire Heaven Dou Empire would likely have fallen into the control of Spirit Hall sooner or later, without anyone ever knowing.

Qian Renxue stood in the beam of light, her beautiful face filled with shock and unwillingness.

She had been lurking for over a decade, and just as she was about to succeed, this sudden Sky Screen had stripped away all her trump cards in the most brutal way possible and thrown her directly onto the death list.

However, the Sky Screen's ruthless roll call continued.

[Third: The Four Single-Attribute Clans, Speed Clan, Bai Chenxiang!]

On the playground of Shrek Academy.

Ma Hongjun, who had just been shedding tears for Oscar, felt as if he had been struck by lightning upon hearing that name, freezing instantly in his tracks.

"Xiangxiang..." Ma Hongjun's voice trembled uncontrollably.

In the distance, within the encampment of the Speed Clan that had just pledged allegiance to the Tang Sect, Sect Master Bai He watched his granddaughter enveloped in blood-red light, tears streaming down his face, yet he was powerless to intervene.

[Preparation complete.]

[Initiating teleportation!]

Three pillars of blood-colored light contracted violently.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone on Douluo Continent, the figures of Oscar, Qian Renxue, and Bai Chenxiang vanished without a trace.

The imagery on the Sky Screen swirled.

The first to light up was the screen belonging to Oscar.

When the audience of Douluo Continent saw the environment where Oscar had descended, they all couldn't help but gasp.

This was a vast, boundless expanse of starry space.

Countless cultivation planets, like massive gemstones, were embedded in the pitch-black universe.

And in the deepest reaches of the starfield floated an incomparably colossal ancient continent.

Above the continent, thunderclouds gathered, stretching endlessly.

Purple, red, and black lightning bolts, like countless dancing dragons, wove frantically through the clouds, emitting earth-shattering roars.

This was none other than the renowned Thunder Immortal Palace of the Luo Tian Star Domain in the Renegade Immortal World!

Oscar had been teleported onto a massive White Jade Plaza on the outskirts of the Thunder Immortal Palace.

The plaza was at least a dozen times the size of Heaven Dou City, and the ground was paved entirely with Thunder Pole Jade that radiated dense spiritual energy.

At this moment, tens of thousands of cultivators from the Luo Tian Star Domain were gathered on the plaza.

Most of them wore uniform silver Daoist robes, with lightning totems embroidered on their sleeves.

These cultivators, even the gatekeeping disciples on the outermost perimeter, exuded auras more terrifying than those of Soul Douluos on Douluo Continent!

High above, Nascent Soul old monsters and Core Formation experts, riding flying swords or thunderous exotic beasts, flickered in and out of view within the clouds.

This was the Thunder Immortal Palace, the most orthodox, strict, and supreme sacred ground for cultivation in the Luo Tian Star Domain.

The discipline was ironclad, and the pressure was immense.

Oscar was like a stone dropped into boiling water, appearing suddenly on a high platform in the very center of the plaza.

Thud.

Oscar fell flat on his face.

He scrambled up, dizzy and disoriented, only to open his eyes and find thousands of cultivators surrounding him, all staring at him with a scrutinizing gaze—some even looking at him as if he were already a dead man.

The air was terrifyingly silent.

Only the roaring cracks of thunder in the sky echoed through the space.

"What mortal ant dares to trespass into the sacred grounds of my Thunder Immortal Palace!"

Mid-air, a Core Formation deacon standing on a massive purple thunder sword looked down at Oscar from above.

With a sweep of his divine sense, he discovered that the young man who had suddenly appeared possessed not even a shred of spiritual energy within his body.

In a place filled with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, even a pig should have some spiritual energy in its body.

Yet, the Soul Power within Oscar was, under the divine sense of a cultivator, no different from the turbid air of a mortal.

Facing the terrifying, tangible pressure of the Core Formation deacon, Oscar's legs went weak, and he nearly collapsed to his knees.

Cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

It's over, it's over, it's over! These people look ten thousand times more vicious than the Dean of Students!

Oscar roared frantically in his heart.

He knew well that in this world of immortal cultivation, mortals were nothing but ants.

If he didn't immediately demonstrate some "utility," he would surely be charred to a crisp by that purple flying sword in the next second.

"Everyone... everyone, Immortals! Great Immortals! Please show mercy!"

Thinking quickly, Oscar shouted at the top of his lungs.

"I am not a trespasser! I am here to offer my services!"

"Although I lack the spiritual energy you possess, I am a very rare Food-type support! I can conjure top-tier immortal medicine out of thin air that restores stamina and heals wounds!"

In order to survive, Oscar boasted about his Martial Soul to the heavens.

Upon hearing the words "creating top-grade immortal medicine out of thin air."

A flicker of surprise flashed through the eyes of the Thunder Immortal Palace cultivators on the plaza.

Creating objects from nothing? That was a feat even old monsters at the Soul Formation stage would struggle to achieve.

Could this ant, who looked no different from a mortal, be hiding some ancient secret treasure?

Even the Foundation Establishment deacon hovering in mid-air slightly reined in his killing intent, staring at him coldly.

"Oh? Top-grade immortal medicine?"

The deacon's voice carried a hint of skepticism and scrutiny.

"Bring it out and let This Seat see."

"If you dare utter a single word of falsehood, This Seat will immediately extract your soul and refine your spirit, making you taste the agony of ten thousand lightning bolts devouring your heart!"

Oscar breathed a massive sigh of relief the moment he heard the other party was willing to take a look.

As long as he could prove he was a useful "support healer," these righteous sect members shouldn't just kill him for no reason, right?

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and straightened his posture, filled with confidence.

"Watch closely, Immortal Master!"

Oscar took a deep breath, slammed his hands together in front of his chest, and closed his eyes. To show his sincerity, he channeled his strongest first soul skill.

Then, on the White Jade Plaza of the Thunder Immortal Palace—a place solemn, disciplined, and gathered with tens of thousands of righteous cultivators—

Oscar used his loud, crisp, and even somewhat rhythmic voice to shout out a spell:

"I have a big sausage!!!"

For a moment, the entire outer plaza of the Thunder Immortal Palace fell into a deathly silence so profound that one could hear a pin drop.

The rolling thunder in the sky seemed to have been abruptly silenced by that single shout.

Tens of thousands of cultivators from the Luo Tian Star Domain stared with wide eyes and slightly parted mouths, as if they had been struck by a freezing spell.

"I?"

In the Cultivation World, the hierarchy was strict.

Only those ancient monsters who had lived for thousands of years and possessed heaven-defying cultivation dared to refer to themselves as "this old man" or "I" in front of their juniors.

This mortal ant, who didn't have a shred of spiritual energy in his body, actually dared to refer to himself as "I" on the grounds of the Thunder Immortal Palace, in front of tens of thousands of cultivators?!

What was even more fatal was the second half of the sentence.

As Oscar's spell fell, a pink light flashed in his hand.

A steaming, plump, super-sized sausage, emitting a rich, meaty aroma, appeared out of thin air in his palm.

The shape of the sausage, in the eyes of any normal person, appeared somewhat... indescribable.

Oscar held the sausage up high with both hands, his face full of fawning, and shouted to the completely petrified Foundation Establishment deacon in mid-air:

"Look, Immortal Master! This is the immortal medicine I created!"

"It's fresh out of the oven; one bite not only fills your stomach but also restores your stamina!"

"Would you like to try a hot one?"

Douluo Continent, Shrek Academy.

Dai Mubai covered his face with both hands in agony, a groan escaping through his fingers.

"That idiot... he actually chanted his soul spell in a place like that..."

Tang San also pressed a hand to his forehead, the corners of his mouth twitching uncontrollably.

Meanwhile, inside the light screen.

The tens of thousands of cultivators of the Thunder Immortal Palace finally snapped out of their extreme shock.

What followed was a monstrous rage and a sense of ultimate humiliation, like a volcanic eruption!

"Insolent!!!"

The Foundation Establishment deacon in mid-air, whose face had been cold and stern, was now flushed the color of a pig's liver.

He felt his intelligence had been insulted like never before.

This mortal ant had actually held a piece of food with such a lewd and obscene shape in front of all the cultivators in the world and asked him to "try a hot one"?

This was immortal medicine?

This was clearly a public display of hooliganism, a naked insult to the majesty of the Thunder Immortal Palace!

"Audacious madman! How dare you use such an obscene object to insult the holy grounds of my Thunder Immortal Palace!"

The deacon was trembling with rage, his finger pointing at Oscar shaking violently.

"Kill him! Blast him into ashes for me!!!"

At the command, the tens of thousands of cultivators surrounding the White Jade Plaza erupted in righteous indignation.

Cultivators were supposed to be pure of heart and few in desire, valuing their reputation even more than their own lives.

To them, Oscar's tactic of using "obscenity as a skill" was far more heinous than if he had slaughtered their entire families.

"Rumble!"

There was no need for the deacons to lift a finger.

Around the plaza, over a hundred Foundation Establishment and Golden Core stage cultivators responsible for enforcing the law simultaneously formed sword seals.

In the sky, hundreds of purple lightning bolts, each as thick as a water barrel and carrying world-shattering fury, locked directly onto Oscar, who still stood in the center of the plaza holding his sausage with a bewildered expression.

"Wait, wait! Let me explain! This really is medicine, ahhhhhhh—"

Oscar's explanation was cut short.

The hundreds of wild lightning bolts descended from the heavens.

"BOOM!!!"

Dazzling lightning instantly engulfed the entire high platform of the White Jade Plaza.

Not even a scream managed to escape.

When the lightning faded, a bottomless pit had been blasted into the high platform.

As for Oscar and his prized "big sausage," they had been reduced to a wisp of blue smoke under the pure baptism of the Thunder Immortal Palace's lightning, leaving not even a single cell behind.

[The first of the seventh batch of explorers has fallen.]

On the Sky Screen, Oscar's feed instantly turned gray.

Across the entire continent, the eyelids of every spectator twitched uncontrollably.

When other Douluo powerhouses went to the Immortal-Defying world, they were at least killed because their combat strength was insufficient.

But this food-system genius had managed to disgust the cultivators to death with his own soul incantations, only to be focused down and struck dead like a perverted hooligan.