If We're Doing It, Let's Go Big

"All right. If we're going to do this, let's do it big.

"The champion's prize at the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament is supposed to be generous. Is that true?"

Owl Bro rubbed his chin, his gaze moving between Jiang Hao and Yan Shaozhe. A merchant's shrewd calculations glinted in his eyes.

"The Continental Advanced Soul Master Elite Tournament?"

Yan Shaozhe perked up at the name. As a former member of Shrek, he knew more about it than most.

"The prizes really are generous. Shrek Academy has won so many championships in a row that it can barely hold all its rewards. They include plenty of metal, Soul Tools, and even Soul Bones."

Then his tone shifted, and regret crossed his face. "But this year's tournament just ended. The next one won't be for five years.

"If we want to use that Soul Bone as our foot in the door with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, we'll need to plan for at least five years.

"And we'll have to devote ourselves to raising a team in the meantime. A Soul Fighting team needs at least fourteen people just to meet the continent's requirements for a main roster and reserves..."

"No. When the time comes, let whoever wins the championship for us keep that Soul Bone."

Owl Bro suddenly spoke. Light flashed in his hand, and a lustrous white right leg bone appeared out of thin air. "We already have one."

Yan Shaozhe looked at this Soul Bone, his pupils contracting sharply, his face full of shock.

"A Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Bone? You're a bunch of kids under thirty on average, carrying a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Bone around. No one's robbed you, no one's absorbed it, and you're just strutting about with it in a Soul Tool?"

"Does that sound