Oscar and His Sausages

Hearing Zhao Wuji announce the result, the five of them all felt a wave of relief. As long as they had passed, their efforts had not been in vain.

"Alright, Mubai, take your junior brothers and sisters to choose their dorms first," Zhao Wuji instructed.

"Yes, Teacher Zhao," Dai Mubai answered.

"Everyone, follow me." Dai Mubai then smiled and motioned for them to keep up.

"Alright." Of the group, only Tang San nodded and responded aloud. The others merely gave slight nods.

Dai Mubai glanced at Lin Qing. After all, among these people, Lin Qing was the one he feared most now.

Many years later, if anyone asked Dai Mubai whom he absolutely could not afford to provoke during his years at Shrek, he would certainly answer Lin Qing. Whether it was Lin Qing himself or the people around him, if anyone dared provoke them, then sorry—even the gods would not be able to save them.

As the only person present who had witnessed the entire battle between Lin Qing and Zhao Wuji, Dai Mubai understood Lin Qing's terror better than anyone. Because of that, he could no longer summon even the slightest thought of revenge against him.

Thus, Dai Mubai was now doing his utmost to appear a little friendlier in front of Lin Qing.

However, Lin Qing did not care about any of this. He had barely paid attention to Dai Mubai at all. If not for Zhu Zhuqing, he would not even have noticed Dai Mubai. As a result, he practically ignored him.

Sensing Dai Mubai glance at him, Lin Qing casually shot him a look as well. That single glance startled Dai Mubai again, and he could only lower his head and lead the way toward the dormitories.

After entering the academy, the group that had been eagerly wondering whether there was more to the academy than met the eye when they saw its gate outside felt somewhat disappointed. Was this any different from a village?

Lin Qing and Tang San, however, did not feel much about it. One had long known what Shrek was like, while the other trusted his teacher too deeply and believed that since his teacher had sent him here, there had to be a reason.

The group continued walking.

"Selling sausages! Fresh sausages!" As they walked toward the dormitories, they suddenly heard a vigorous cry from a vendor.

They had set out in the morning, arrived at Shrek Academy, then gone through registration and assessments. By now, it was gradually approaching noon, nearly time for lunch. Besides, they had just been through a battle. Even if they had not participated much, they had still taken part in a battle, had they not? Moreover, they had been injured in that battle and needed to replenish their energy and recover their strength.

Upon hearing the cry and catching the rich aroma of grilled meat sausages drifting from nearby, their hunger immediately surged.

"It smells so good! Lin Qing, I want to eat one of those sausages!" Xiao Wu caught the scent of the grilled sausages, and tears of emotion nearly flowed from the corners of her mouth.

Lin Qing looked toward the source of the cry. He saw a scruffy, handsome Chengdu loli... oh, no—a handsome, short-haired middle-aged man pushing a cart and hawking his wares. His cart was piled high with fragrant grilled sausages.

"Alright, I'll buy you one." Lin Qing affectionately pinched Xiao Wu's little cheek, then prepared to walk over.

"Brother Xiao Qing, I want one too. Could you buy one for Rongrong as well?" Ning Rongrong raised her hand and spoke to Lin Qing.

"Sure, I'll get you one too. Zhuqing, do you want one?" Lin Qing asked.

Zhu Zhuqing merely nodded slightly. Given her personality, she could not act as openly as Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu.

Seeing Zhu Zhuqing nod, Lin Qing walked over to the sausage stall, preparing to take out money and buy some sausages.

"Um, Lin Qing, wait. I'd advise you not to buy his sausages." Dai Mubai hurried forward to stop him. After all, Lin Qing's impression of him was still far too brutal.

Lin Qing naturally knew that Oscar's soul chant was, how should he put it... rather special. It could make people's imaginations run wild.

But honestly, Lin Qing did not see it that way at all. In his eyes, only people whose minds were already impure would associate it with such filthy things.

"What?" Lin Qing frowned. Being stopped for no reason while trying to buy grilled sausages made him somewhat displeased.

"You'll understand if you watch. Little Ao, make a sausage for everyone right here," Dai Mubai called to Oscar.

"Boss Dai, this..." Oscar looked troubled.

"Quit talking nonsense. Make it!" Dai Mubai raised his fist and waved it in front of Oscar.

"Fine, I'll make one, alright?" Oscar said helplessly. He could only make a sausage on the spot. "I, your father, have a big sausage!" As he recited the soul chant, a large, long grilled sausage appeared.

Seeing that large sausage filled with the scent of meat, Lin Qing's thoughts could not help drifting back to his previous life. Back then, he had also loved those volcanic-stone grilled sausages sold at roadside stalls. Meat sausages cost three yuan each, and one bite would make juice burst out. That had been the youth of Lin Qing's previous life.

Yet compared to those grilled sausages from his previous life, this sausage created through a Spirit Skill was not only more than twice as large, but could also restore Soul Power and physical strength after being eaten. It even carried a faint healing effect. The difference was like heaven and earth.

The other four, upon hearing Oscar's soul chant, immediately wore pained expressions and looked at him with utter disgust.

Even Tang San, pure and spotless as ice and jade, showed a strange expression. After shooting Oscar a disgusted glance, he closed his eyes and slightly circulated the Mysterious Heaven Skill to recover a little.

Seeing this, Oscar sighed and prepared to put away the sausage, close his stall, and leave.

"Give me the sausage." Lin Qing, however, showed none of that disgust and spoke calmly.

"You're sure you want my sausage?!" When Oscar heard Lin Qing say he wanted one, he initially thought he had misheard. Once he realized otherwise, his face instantly filled with surprise and confusion.

"What's wrong? Did you put something else in these sausages? Are they inedible?" Lin Qing was genuinely puzzled. In his eyes, it was clearly just a sausage. Could it possibly be poisonous? And even if it were poisoned, with Lin Qing's current physique, he would not fear even Wisteria Flower Poison, which was specially used against Demons. No other poison could possibly affect him in the slightest.

"Lin Qing, don't you think Oscar's soul chant is disgusting?" Dai Mubai asked in confusion.

"Disgusting? What's disgusting about it?" Lin Qing was initially puzzled, but then realization flashed through his mind. He looked at Dai Mubai with disgust. "I knew you were a lecherous tiger. It's only a soul chant, yet your mind goes there. If you can connect a food-type Soul Master's soul chant—which he cannot control in the first place—to such filthy matters, then your own thoughts are already filthy."

"And if you insist on thinking that way, there's nothing I can do about it. I'm not some god who can control your thoughts. But at least in my view, you cannot make a rash judgment about a Soul Master based solely on one soul chant. That isn't fair to him," Lin Qing said.

"Besides, the food made by food-type Soul Masters can often save lives. If everyone refuses a food-type Soul Master's food because of one soul chant, then when you truly need that food someday, it will already be too late for regret."

"That's all I have to say. Alright, boss, can you give me the sausage now?" Lin Qing turned and asked.