Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Fragrance, Top-Tier Support

"This tea is way too coarse."

Ning Rongrong held her cup, lowering her head to look at the broken tea leaves floating at the bottom. Her frown deepened.

Oscar pushed his sausage cart past them and immediately sidled over.

"Rongrong, want a Recovery Sausage? It's much better than this crappy tea."

Ning Rongrong looked up at him.

"Stay away from me."

Oscar clutched his chest and staggered back.

"That hurts. That really hurts."

Ma Hongjun had yet to arrive. Dai Mubai sat at the cafeteria entrance and laughed when he heard that.

"Oscar, that mouth of yours is going to get smashed sooner or later."

Oscar refused to accept that.

"I make a living with my skills. Why should I get beaten up for it?"

Ning Rongrong had no interest in listening to them bicker. Suppressing her disgust, she took a sip of tea.

The moment the tea entered her stomach, the hidden spores Ji Yuan had placed in the well water activated.

Clear, noble, and distinctly orderly.

The aura of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda's origin spread through her meridians, like a treasure vault protected layer upon layer, with the safeguards left behind by the sect's secret techniques hanging outside it.

Forcing his way in would cause trouble.

Ji Yuan did not charge in.

He controlled the spores to travel along the outer edges of Ning Rongrong's meridians, sending over a thread of wood-element vitality to ease the fatigue left by the journey and yesterday's assessment.

Ning Rongrong had been about to set down her teacup, but her movements slowed.

She gently squeezed her wrist, and some of the disdain faded from her face.

"This tea... isn't that bad after all."

Oscar's eyes lit up.

"Rongrong, if you like it, I'll boil water for you every day from now on."

Ning Rongrong's expression immediately turned cold.

"No need."

Dai Mubai sneered beside them.

"She's the young lady of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Does she need you fawning over her?"

Oscar muttered, "Even a young lady has to eat and drink."

Ji Yuan ignored their nonsense.

Clinging to Ning Rongrong's meridians, he siphoned away some of the natural spiritual essence leaking from her body.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda truly deserved to be called a top-tier support martial soul. Even the scraps spilling from it increased the demon vine's energy conversion speed by a notch.

Tang San sat on the other side of the cafeteria, his face still pale.

Xiao Wu pushed a bowl of porridge in front of him.

"Eat more. Don't tell me you're not hungry again."

Tang San picked up his spoon.

The porridge had been cooked with well water.

After he drank it, the spores already inside him resonated one after another with the spores in the water.

Ji Yuan casually drew away some of his recovering Mysterious Heaven Skill inner power, then fed back a little gentle energy, making him feel as though he was improving.

Tang San said quietly, "I do feel much better."

Xiao Wu breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's good."

Hearing this, Ning Rongrong could not help looking toward Tang San.

"What exactly did you use yesterday? Even Zhao Wuji was beaten into that state."

Tang San shook his head.

"Just hidden weapons and luck."

Ning Rongrong clearly did not believe him.

"Luck can make a Soul Sage's nose bleed?"

Zhu Zhuqing sat down with a kettle in hand and said coldly, "As long as he won, that's enough."

Dai Mubai looked at her, wanting to say something, but she avoided his gaze.

The air froze.

Seeing that the atmosphere had turned awkward, Oscar hurriedly pushed his cart over to Tang San.

"Tang San, have one. You used up too much yesterday—you won't recover without eating."

Tang San looked at the sausage, his expression conflicted.

Xiao Wu set down her bowl at once.

"Take that incantation back first."

Oscar sighed helplessly.

"If I don't recite the incantation, the sausages won't come out."

The moment Ning Rongrong heard the word "incantation," she immediately stepped farther away.

"I'm not eating it."

Oscar looked pitifully toward Dai Mubai.

Just as Dai Mubai was about to speak, Flender's voice came from the cafeteria entrance.

"Everyone out. Assemble."

They could only put down their bowls and follow him to the training ground.

Flender stood at the front, while Zhao Wuji stood beside him wearing sunglasses, clearly unwilling to let anyone see his eye sockets.

Xiao Wu burst into laughter the moment she saw him.

"Teacher Zhao, what happened to your eyes?"

Zhao Wuji's face darkened.

"Rabbit girl, your training load doubles today."

Xiao Wu immediately shut up.

Flender cleared his throat.

"Starting today, you are students of Shrek Academy."

Ning Rongrong lifted her chin.

"Dean, what are our classes?"

Flender looked at her.

"The first lesson is eating Oscar's sausages."

Ning Rongrong's expression changed on the spot.

"What?"

Oscar had been listless until then, but he immediately stood up straight upon hearing that.

"The dean is wise!"

Xiao Wu hid behind Tang San.

"I refuse."

Flender adjusted his glasses.

"Then go home. You will understand the role food-type Soul Masters play in battle someday, but for now, learn to trust your teammates first."

Ning Rongrong bit her lip.

"This has nothing to do with trust. His incantation is just too disgusting."

Oscar said aggrievedly, "I don't want it to be this way either. That's just how my Martial Soul works."

Flender looked at Tang San.

"You go first."

Tang San knew there was no avoiding it. He reached out and accepted the sausage Oscar had just created.

Oscar had barely finished reciting the incantation when Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu's faces had already gone pale.

Tang San closed his eyes and took a bite.

The sausage dissolved, and restorative life energy entered his body.

Ji Yuan immediately spread open his spore network, intercepting most of the energy before it could disperse.

This energy was completely different from ordinary Soul Power. It carried a rule of forced restoration—gentle and stable, perfectly suited to making up for the demon vine's weakness in self-healing.

Ji Yuan's main body stretched lightly within the hidden layer of Tang San's shoe sole. The scorch marks left by the Phoenix Fire intent had not fully healed, yet they were now being filled by this energy.

Tang San opened his eyes and felt it out.

"It works, but it isn't as strong as I imagined."

Oscar's face fell.

"That's impossible. My sausages have the strongest recovery effect among those of the same rank."

Zhao Wuji snorted from the side. "He overexerted himself too badly yesterday. Of course one isn't enough for you."

Ji Yuan swallowed silently.

It wasn't that one wasn't enough—it had gone into his stomach.

Flender looked at Xiao Wu.

"You're next."

Xiao Wu clutched Tang San's sleeve, her face full of resistance.

Tang San said quietly, "Eat it. The effect really is good."

Xiao Wu shot Oscar a glare.

"If you dare chant nonsense in front of me again, I'll beat you up."

Oscar hurriedly nodded.

Xiao Wu gritted her teeth and ate it.

Through the spores inside her body, Ji Yuan siphoned away most of the restorative energy, while also smoothing over the injuries she had suffered from yesterday's backlash.

Xiao Wu moved her legs.

"Huh, it really doesn't hurt anymore."

Oscar immediately lifted his head.

"See!"

Ning Rongrong looked at the sausage in her hand, her expression changing again and again.

Flender did not urge her, merely watched.

Ning Rongrong could not stand that kind of gaze the most.

She shut her eyes and bit down. The moment she swallowed, she covered her mouth, nearly throwing up.

Oscar hurriedly said, "Don't throw up! It'd be a waste if you do!"

Ning Rongrong glared fiercely at him.

Taking advantage of her emotional fluctuation, Ji Yuan's spores rooted themselves more firmly around the outer edge of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda's origin.

This time, what he harvested was not only restorative energy, but also the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda's amplification response to external energy.

The dark-red patterns on the Demon Vine's surface gradually deepened, and its devouring efficiency rose once more.

Finally, it was Zhu Zhuqing's turn.

She said nothing, took it and ate it, not even twitching a brow.

Oscar was deeply moved by the sight.

"Zhuqing, from now on, you'll be the junior sister I respect the most."

Zhu Zhuqing swallowed the remaining half and said coldly, "Don't come near me."

Oscar was wounded once again.

Dai Mubai looked at Zhu Zhuqing, wanting to laugh but unable to.

Flender nodded in satisfaction.

"Today's lesson is this. Remember, no one on the battlefield will care about your feelings. Only those who survive have the right to complain."

Suppressing her nausea, Ning Rongrong said softly, "I'll remember it."

But Ji Yuan had already locked onto Oscar even more tightly.

A food-type martial soul was no ordinary blood pack.

It was a living well that continuously produced fragments of the Law of Life.

As long as he made sausages every day, Ji Yuan could harvest restorative power every day.

Just as Flender was about to dismiss them, Ning Rongrong suddenly pressed a hand to her chest and looked at her palm in confusion.

"Why is my Soul Power circulating more smoothly than it did this morning?"

Oscar immediately leaned closer.

"It must be because my sausage is amazing."

Ning Rongrong frowned.

"Shut up."

Ji Yuan withdrew his senses and hid himself even deeper.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile node had stabilized.

Next was the Hell Spirit Cat, the one most sensitive to auras.

And Zhu Zhuqing was carrying a water jug, heading alone toward the back mountain.