"Going home?" Zhao Wuji muttered.
He raised his hand and slapped Oscar on the shoulder. Oscar swayed and looked at Zhao Wuji with resentment.
" Teacher Zhao, be gentle!"
Zhao Wuji immediately burst into laughter, "So you're gone! Look at you, you pathetic sight! Little Ao, hurry up and get me a couple of sausages to try, you haven't had any for days!"
As he spoke, Zhao Wuji patted his stomach.
Upon hearing this, Oscar's eyes lit up, his lips curled into a smile, he stood proudly, took a deep breath, clasped his hands together, and let out a soft sigh.
" I Have a Healing Sausage!"
A flash of white light, and a sausage emitting an enticing aroma appeared in his hand. Oscar reached out and handed the sausage to Zhao Wuji.
"Hey~ Teacher Zhao!"
Zhao Wuji looked at the sausage in Oscar's hand and scratched his head. He felt something was off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
" Teacher Zhao, don't you want it?"
Oscar noticed the strange look in Zhao Wuji's eyes, a smile playing on his lips, and an arrogant expression on his face.
Zhao Wuji shook his head, glanced at Oscar, took the sausage, looked at it, stuffed it into his mouth, and ate it in one bite.
" Teacher Zhao, if there's nothing else, I'll head back to my dorm now." Oscar smiled mischievously. He had achieved the effect he wanted; he just needed to gradually gain attention in the future.
"Go away, go away! Don't bother Laozi!" Zhao Wuji waved his hand irritably, unable to understand the strange feeling in his heart.
Oscar bid farewell to Zhao Wuji and walked briskly towards his dormitory.
Still savoring Zhao Wuji's puzzled yet unspeakable expression, she couldn't help but smile.
Turning past the corridor of the training ground, not far away at a stone table, Li Wensong and Lu Qibin sat facing each other, engrossed in playing chess.
Black and white chess pieces were intertwined on the stone surface. The two players had been playing for a long time, and a thin layer of sweat had appeared on their foreheads.
" Lu Qibin, you cheated! You must have used your Martial Soul!" Li Wensong frowned as he stared at the chessboard.
"There's no such thing as cheating in a game of chess. If you're not as good as someone else, just admit it." Lu Qibin twirled a chess piece, a smug look on his face.
Seeing this, Oscar's eyes lit up, and he quickly stepped forward.
" Teacher Li, Teacher Lu!"
The two looked up at the sound and saw Oscar walking towards them.
"It's Little Ao." Lu Qibin raised his hand and placed a chess piece down, replying casually.
Oscar smiled, his gaze falling on the two men's slightly sweaty foreheads.
"Watching you two play chess for so long must have taken a lot of effort. I've got you two sausages to help you recover."
Li Wensong and Lu Qibin didn't think much of it when they heard this. They often asked Oscar for sausages after training, and it was a common occurrence for them.
"Thank you very much, Little Ao," Li Wensong said with a smile.
Oscar stood still, his chest slightly puffed out, his hands clasped together in a gesture to unleash his Soul Skill. His mind immediately split into two, silently reciting the original Soul Incantation in his sea of consciousness, and loudly uttering the new incantation.
" I Have a Healing Sausage "
A flash of white light appeared in his palms, and two warm, plump sausages quietly emerged, their delicate aroma slowly spreading.
Oscar placed the two sausages on either side of the stone table.
"Teachers, please."
Li Wensong reached out and took the sausage, sniffed its aroma, and took a big bite. The warm Soul Power flowed down his throat and into his body, easing his tired spirit slightly.
Lu Qibin also picked up another one, chewing it while reviewing the situation on the chessboard.
The two chewed on sausages, their recovery abilities as strong as ever, and the recovery effect still excellent, but an inexplicable awkwardness lingered in their hearts.
Lu Qibin frowned slightly, his chewing slowed a beat as he repeatedly recalled the Soul Incantation he had just heard.
"Etc..."
Lu Qibin murmured to himself, the incantation he had become familiar with over the past two years replaying in his mind. The more he compared it to the incantation, the stronger the strange feeling in his heart became.
Li Wensong also stopped chewing, a look of confusion on his face.
"Something feels off. The sausage is still the same sausage, and the effect hasn't changed, but what was that line that Little Ao just shouted again...?"
Li Wensong scratched the back of his head, unable to recall what Oscar had just said.
"You also feel something's not right?" Lu Qibin asked, looking at Li Wensong who was scratching his head.
The two exchanged a glance and turned to look at the spot where Oscar had just been standing. Oscar was nowhere to be seen; they didn't know when Oscar had left.
Oscar hid around the corner, secretly observing the two's reactions. A hint of smugness flashed in his eyes as he quietly retreated without making a sound.
"No more, no more!" Li Wensong shook his head. "I'm so dizzy from all the racing!"
He tossed the chess piece aside, waved his hand, stood up, rubbed his back, and turned to leave.
Although Lu Qibin still felt something was wrong, he didn't investigate further. Perhaps, just as Li Wensong had said, he had been so engrossed in playing chess that he had misheard.
He shook his head and bent down to tidy up the chess pieces on the table.
Lunchtime.
Oscar emerged from his dormitory looking exhausted. Oscar had been practicing his new Soul Incantation repeatedly since returning to his room.
As Oscar passed the playground, a series of pitiful wails reached his ears. He turned around and saw Flender standing in the middle of the playground with his hands behind his back and a stern face.
The wail came from Ma Hongjun, Ma Hongjun was running around the playground, swaying from side to side.
"Dean, this isn't entirely my fault! I couldn't control the Evil Fire when it erupted. You couldn't just stand by and watch your beloved disciple be burned to death by Evil Fire!"
Ma Hongjun gasped for breath while pleading for mercy.
Flender's face turned ashen. He snorted coldly and unleashed an invisible slap formed from his Soul Power, which landed squarely on Ma Hongjun's buttocks with a loud "smack."
"You still have the nerve to use 'Evil Fire' as an excuse? Did you have an outburst of Evil Fire yesterday?"
Flender's voice was low, his anger almost overflowing.
"Last night you sneaked out of the academy to hang out in a brothel, and I caught you red-handed! You even dared to use your Evil Fire as a shield. I won't let this go until you're completely subdued today!"
Ma Hongjun felt a chill run down his spine and dared not argue further. He could only grit his teeth and continue running in circles.
Just then, Ma Hongjun caught a glimpse of Oscar secretly watching from a distance out of the corner of his eye. His eyes lit up and he immediately had an idea.
Ma Hongjun stumbled, his body swayed, and he fell heavily to the ground, panting heavily, looking completely exhausted.
"Ouch... I can't take it anymore, Little Ao! Little Ao, come quick! Get me a sausage!"
Ma Hongjun lay on the ground, shouting loudly, deliberately drawing Flender's attention to Oscar.
Oscar was taken aback, glanced at Flender's expression, hesitated for a moment, and then quickly stepped forward.
Flender glanced at Oscar, then turned his head away without stopping him.
Oscar took a deep breath and clasped his hands together.
" I Have a Healing Sausage!"
Soul Power surged, and a pale white light rose from Oscar's palm, slowly forming a plump and round Recovery Sausage, its aroma gradually spreading.
Ma Hongjun rolled on the spot, took the sausage and waved it in his hand. He was about to make a joke about the strange Soul Incantation when he suddenly realized what he had done.
wrong.
This wasn't the Soul Incantation Oscar used when making sausages in the past.
The teasing look on Ma Hongjun's face vanished instantly. He looked at the sausage in his hand and then at Oscar uncertainly.
"Wait, Little Ao, was the Soul Incantation you just recited different from before?"
Upon hearing this, Flender's expression shifted, and the anger on his face dissipated considerably. He turned around and fixed his gaze firmly on Oscar.
Oscar, having been exposed by Ma Hongjun in public, held his head high with an arrogant expression, thoroughly enjoying himself.
"That's right, I've changed my Soul Incantation. The current Soul Incantation is ' I Have a Healing Sausage.'"
boom!
These words struck Flender and Ma Hongjun like a thunderclap.
Ma Hongjun's eyes widened, and he almost dropped the sausage in his hand, his face filled with disbelief.
The Soul Incantation of food-type Soul Master are innate; there's no reason for them to be changed at will.
Flender's body trembled slightly, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he strode forward, staring intently at Oscar, his tone filled with undisguised shock.
"What did you say? You changed the Soul Incantation? What on earth happened?!"
Oscar spent a few minutes explaining the ins and outs of changing the Soul Incantation to Flender. Ma Hongjun, standing nearby, was completely bewildered. Just drawing a circle and then a square—and the Soul Incantation could be changed?
After hearing this, Flender's eyes behind his glasses were filled with shock. He really didn't expect that the little brat he didn't take seriously could actually change the Soul Incantation of a food-type Soul Master!