Oscar Fed Tang San a Sausage

Zhao Wuji's heart pounded like a war drum, thudding loudly as his muscles swelled with extreme excitement.

A fierce gleam flared in his eyes.

To his surprise, Lu Shi supported Zhu Zhuqing and smiled calmly despite his pale face. "Teacher Zhao, the incense has already burned out. Are you sure you want to continue?"

Was this how Shrek's teachers conducted themselves?

Breaking the rules whenever they pleased just to teach students a lesson?

Zhao Wuji instinctively looked over. The time really was up.

He was deeply disappointed.

They were all students. He couldn't go back on his word, or he would become a complete petty villain in their eyes.

Even though his muscles were bulging and his fighting spirit was at its peak, being interrupted so suddenly made him very unhappy,

he still had to stop.

If he broke the rules and let these little monsters get away, Flender would definitely come fight him to the death.

He could only cover his face helplessly and let out a long howl toward the sky.

"Fine, you've passed."

Extremely unwilling, he shed his gray fur and shrank back to his two-meter-tall form, exposing the various wounds on his body. Helplessly, he said,

"Mubai, go call Oscar over to heal them. And that Tang San, it's nothing serious. He just fainted."

Being dark was one thing, but he was also full of underhanded tricks. He would definitely have to train him properly in the future.

On the other side, Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu supported Lu Shi while Ning Rongrong took out a silk handkerchief and gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Her beautiful eyes were filled with heartache.

He had been hurt protecting them.

Seeing Zhu Zhuqing's closeness with Lu Shi, along with Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu's concern for him,

jealousy suddenly rose in Dai Mubai's heart.

But he was in no position to lash out right now, so he could only hold it in and pretend not to notice. "Are you alright, Zhu Qing?"

His tone sounded sincere, as though he truly cared about her.

While watching the battle earlier, Dai Mubai had already guessed Zhu Zhuqing's identity. He was amazed that the little girl from back then had grown so beautiful. Originally, only he had the right to enjoy her,

yet Lu Shi had taken her away.

Absolutely not. Zhu Zhuqing, you can only be mine!

Zhu Zhuqing glanced at Dai Mubai but did not answer.

They no longer had any relationship at all. They were merely strangers.

Besides, just by looking at Dai Mubai, she could tell he often visited those kinds of places.

She only wanted to stay far away from him.

Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong ignored him as well, focusing on caring for Lu Shi.

Ning Rongrong took out medicine pills she had brought from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and offered them to Lu Shi, but he politely refused.

Bratty and willful as she was, Ning Rongrong was not stupid. Having left the sect, she had naturally brought all kinds of emergency and life-saving supplies.

Still, there was no way she could account for every dangerous situation, such as encountering a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast on the outskirts of the Star Dou Forest.

Lu Shi coughed twice and waved a hand, his voice weak. "It's okay, Rongrong. I'll recover even without taking that. I just need to rest for a while."

He was not putting on a brave front. He really was almost healed.

The Flame Spirit Eagle's recovery ability was no ordinary thing.

Ning Rongrong lightly bit her lip and shot him an annoyed look. Her eyelashes trembled, and that fleeting charm alone was enough to make any man's heart race. "Stop acting tough. I have plenty of medicine pills!"

With that, she stuffed one into his mouth.

She knew he was just forcing himself to endure it.

Seeing that he was completely unnecessary, Dai Mubai could only force out a smile. "You all rest first. I'll go call Oscar over."

The moment he turned around, his face darkened. "Oscar, get your ass over here!"

It was not a hysterical shout, but his voice carried Soul Power, giving it great penetrating force and allowing it to travel far,

clear enough for everyone to hear.

A moment later, Oscar pushed his little cart over. "Coming, coming."

His soft, effeminate voice drifted over. Paired with his thick beard, it looked strange no matter how many times one saw it.

It was impossible to get used to.

"Who wants to eat my sausage... Ah, why is someone dead here?!"

Having never seen a corpse before, he saw Tang San sprawled on the ground like a dead dog and was instantly startled, his voice cracking.

Looking closer, he saw it was the Black Bear Spirit, Tang San.

Oscar immediately calmed down. Oh, it was this guy. Then it did not seem so scary anymore.

He casually picked up a branch and poked him, discovering that Tang San had merely fainted.

He clicked his tongue, somewhat disappointed.

Dai Mubai happened to have nowhere to vent his anger. "Hurry up and give him a sausage! What are you doing?!"

As he spoke, he strode toward Oscar, looking like he intended to teach him a lesson himself.

Oscar quickly turned around, intending to run back to his cart. But because he had mistaken Tang San for dead and feared his cart would be tainted by bad luck, he had parked it far away.

There was definitely not enough time to fetch the sausages from the cart. Dai Mubai would reach him first and then beat him up.

Left with no choice, Oscar extended his right hand. Two yellow rings rose beneath his feet. On the quiet grassland, everyone's eyes were on him, some curious and some watching for entertainment.

Then his sleazy yet soft voice rang out. "I Have a Big Sausage!"

Yellow light suddenly gathered in his palm, forming a large sausage.

Then he quickly grabbed Tang San's jaw with his left hand, pried open his mouth, and before Dai Mubai could arrive, shoved the big sausage inside.

"Gulp..."

Tang San's throat made an involuntary swallowing sound and even expanded slightly.

"..."

"..."

"..."

All the girls' expressions became extremely strange. Disgust filled their eyes, and they even unconsciously backed away.

Dai Mubai stopped in his tracks and burst out laughing.

His mood suddenly improved.

Oscar did not dare stop and recited another Soul Skill. "I Have a Small Cured Sausage!"

Then he stuffed that in too.

This time, Tang San's throat did not move.

He repeated the Soul Skill chant several times.

"I Have a Big Sausage!"

"I Have a Small Cured Sausage!"

"I Have a..."

Quite a few sausages piled up on the grass. Oscar stuffed most of them into Tang San's stomach without caring whether they had picked up dirt or bits of grass.

He only stopped once Tang San's stomach had swollen.

He had to stop, or Tang San's stomach would burst.

He was clearly not doing this to heal him.

He was mainly getting revenge.

Who told Tang San to threaten him?

After finishing, Oscar carried several sausages over to Zhao Wuji. "Teacher Zhao, would you like to eat my sausage?"

Zhao Wuji wore a strange expression as he waved him off and said disdainfully, "Go away, go away. Do I need you to heal me?!"

The healing ability of a Two-Ring Soul Master was nowhere near enough for a Soul Saint.

Having his defense broken was humiliating enough. He did not want to embarrass himself again.

The final reason was what Oscar had just said...

It made him extremely uncomfortable.

Seeing that he had been rejected, Oscar did not care and walked toward Lu Shi. "This classmate, do you want..."

Before he could finish, Lu Shi hurriedly interrupted him. "No, no, I'm already better."

"Alright." He sighed, then turned to Zhu Zhuqing, Xiao Wu, and Ning Rongrong with a standard gentlemanly smile. "Then, you beautiful..."

With a Gravity Compression, Zhao Wuji dragged Oscar over, grabbed him by the collar, and pointed at Tang San as he questioned him, "This is how you heal people?"

Food created by a Food-System Soul Master would be digested in the stomach after only a short while and begin to take effect.

The sausages Oscar had stuffed into Tang San's stomach earlier had now all been digested. Tang San's complexion had returned to its normal dark shade rather than dark mixed with pallor.

He looked fine, but Oscar had been so focused on stuffing sausages into him that he had not set Tang San's broken bones or corrected his dislocated joints.

Zhao Wuji noticed.

Oscar knew perfectly well that what he had done was wrong.

He had done it on purpose.

"Ahaha, Teacher Zhao, I was just in such a hurry that I forgot..."

His face was covered in a smile as he scratched his head awkwardly.

Forgot, forgot. I won't do it next time, ahaha...

Zhao Wuji was speechless. He could only grab Tang San like a chick, locate the bones and joints that needed adjustment, and apply a little force.

"Aah!!!"

Tang San instantly awoke from his coma. His scream echoed throughout Shrek Academy.

Even Li Yusong at the village entrance heard it and wondered what had happened.

Then Tang San fainted again from the intense pain, but his bones and joints were no longer a problem.

Zhao Wuji tossed him to Oscar. "That does it. Be more careful next time. Support-System Soul Masters must never be careless."

A bright smile appeared on Oscar's face, and he nodded repeatedly. "Yes, yes, Teacher Zhao is absolutely right."