To be honest, Jin Jiuxiao really did not quite understand.
In a world where people could start marrying and having children at around thirteen, they actually discriminated against the food produced by a top-tier Food-type Martial Soul like Oscar's just because of a Soul Spell?
If Tang San, Feudalism's most faithful warrior, could not accept this dirty-joke Soul Spell and found it somewhat disgusting, Jin Jiuxiao could understand that a little.
But Dai Mubai was already a regular in the Red-light District, and he actually cared about this sort of dirty joke?
Wasn't he wilder than anyone when he played around?
He had been with a pair of sister flowers when he first met Tang San, and judging by the original novel's descriptions, he had played around with them more than once.
Why pretend to be some pure, innocent white tiger?
Besides, the sausages produced by Oscar's Sausage Martial Soul tasted excellent, nothing Starch Sausages could compare to.
This was genuine meat.
Grill them and sprinkle on a handful of seasoning, and they were packed with flavor.
Judging by Oscar's reaction, if Oscar was willing to leave with him in the end...
Then he could simply take both supports with him.
As for the others, he wanted none of them.
Hearing Jin Jiuxiao's outrageous words, Dai Mubai's mouth twitched despite himself. "I really don't believe that."
Jin Jiuxiao looked Dai Mubai up and down. "Too much indulgence. You're getting a little weak. Practice some restraint, Dai Mubai."
"Ahem... keep your voice down." Dai Mubai's "old face" reddened, and he feigned a cough.
Flender, on the other hand, began to appreciate Jin Jiuxiao.
The people who could remain expressionless and utterly unconcerned by Oscar's Soul Spell could be counted on one hand.
"Mubai, Jin Jiuxiao is right. You should practice some restraint." Flender also felt that Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun were indulging themselves a little too much.
"Understood, Dean." Dai Mubai sighed and agreed.
He really did not intend to go out and play around for a while.
The reason... was naturally Zhu Zhuqing.
Oscar chuckled. "Boss Dai, never thought you'd see the day, huh?"
When he saw that Jin Jiuxiao had already finished two Grilled Sausages, the schadenfreude on Oscar's face turned into a heartfelt smile.
"Brother, I've got more grilled here. Just help yourself when you're done."
"I'll keep them warm over a low flame. It won't affect the taste."
He picked up the Gold Soul Coin from the Food Cart and offered it back to Jin Jiuxiao again. "This money..."
Earlier, he had still been thinking of making some extra cash.
But... Jin Jiuxiao was the first good brother who neither rejected nor discriminated against his Martial Soul!
How could he still take Jin Jiuxiao's Gold Soul Coin?!
"I gave it to you, so keep it."
"Just don't forget what you said."
After finishing his third Grilled Sausage, Jin Jiuxiao naturally took a fourth from the Food Cart.
Oscar knew Jin Jiuxiao meant his promise to grill sausages for him anytime, anywhere, for the rest of his life.
Honestly, that had only been a joke.
But...
Now, it was no longer a joke.
"Okay." Oscar said nothing more, giving only that simple, one-word answer.
Flender glanced discreetly at Oscar, a trace of surprise in his eyes.
Well now, Oscar was serious about this.
Normally, Oscar should have clowned around, thumped his chest, and declared, "No problem."
Yet he had agreed so simply.
Then there was Jin Jiuxiao's unruffled attitude, unchanged from the moment he entered the academy even after learning that the two of them were Soul Saints, and the ease he exuded...
This kid has quite a background.
His background might even be greater than that little girl from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
That was Flender's assessment of Jin Jiuxiao.
The name Ning Rongrong, coupled with her age and talent...
Flender already had some guesses about her identity.
She was very likely that little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
A tricky one to handle...
She would not be easy to teach.
Yet even this little highness had shown surprise upon hearing Zhao Wuji's identity.
And Jin Jiuxiao? He had shown no emotional fluctuation whatsoever, remaining as unruffled as ever.
What did that mean?
It meant Jin Jiuxiao came from a secluded family with exceptionally deep foundations!
Even Soul Saints might not be worthy of Jin Jiuxiao's notice!
Just as, if you were used to seeing Soul Douluos, would you still care about one or two Soul Saints?
The answer was no.
You simply would not attach much importance to them.
Flender had already imagined Jin Jiuxiao as the Young Master of a great secluded family, out traveling the world.
Having finished grilling the sausages, Oscar came over beside Jin Jiuxiao and watched the assessment on the field, which was nearing its end.
He glanced at the nearly burned-out incense stick. "Looks like Tang San and the others have passed their assessment smoothly."
With Flender present, Zhao Wuji had held back.
He had used only rank-forty Soul Power and his first four Soul Skills.
Xiao Wu, who had attacked head-on, and Ning Rongrong, who had supported the three others, had been eliminated and stood to one side.
Only Zhu Zhuqing and Tang San remained on the field.
But the situation was hardly promising either. Zhu Zhuqing was starting to falter.
Sure enough, the next moment, Zhao Wuji seized an opening and caught Zhu Zhuqing's ankle. "All right, off you go."
He flung Zhu Zhuqing straight toward Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong.
But Dai Mubai got there first and caught her in his arms.
"Hey, what are you doing, you lecherous tiger?" Xiao Wu immediately protested.
It was not as though she could not catch Zhu Zhuqing.
When Zhao Wuji faced them, he had merely thrown them out without using much force.
Although she had been the first thrown out and had taken a tumble because no one caught her.
It had been nothing serious, though. She was fine.
Then she had caught Ning Rongrong when she was thrown out.
But now that it was Zhu Zhuqing's turn to be thrown out, Dai Mubai had rushed to catch her? And in such an intimate pose, too?
His intentions were anything but pure.
She, Xiao Wu, could think with her backside and still know what filthy rubbish was running through that lecherous tiger's head.
Zhu Zhuqing's expression grew even colder. "Put me down."
"As long as you're all right." Dai Mubai then turned to Xiao Wu and argued confidently, "Xiao Wu, that's not fair."
"You and Tang San... plus, you're stronger. I thought you could use Waist Bow to change direction and land safely."
"Then, when Ning Rongrong was thrown out, she was very close to you. You could definitely catch her."
"But Zhu Zhuqing was closer to me when she was thrown out. I couldn't just watch her hit the ground, could I?"
"Hmph." Xiao Wu snorted and turned her head away.
Of course she knew what Dai Mubai had meant by that unfinished first sentence.
The explanation afterward was passable enough. She would count this lecherous tiger as having barely scraped through this time.
Rather than the farce among those three, Ning Rongrong's gaze fell on Jin Jiuxiao, who was leisurely eating his Grilled Sausage.
She was genuinely curious. How did he manage to be so relaxed?
Was he really not nervous at all?
As Flender called a halt...
Relying on Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track and repeated uses of Blue Silver Grass's Entanglement to obstruct Zhao Wuji, Tang San had successfully lasted an incense stick's worth of time.
Zhao Wuji could not help praising him. "You're a slippery little fellow."
"You all pass."
"You over there, eating sausages! Your turn." Zhao Wuji called Jin Jiuxiao out.
Jin Jiuxiao bit off the remaining portion of his sausage, a little under half. "Xiao Ao, get a few more ready. We'll need them shortly."