Absorption

Salas held the Pope Token in both hands, bowing deeply, his posture already at its lowest. Wang Xingyu took the token, weighed it in his hand, and suddenly said, "Since you say you're getting out—then you can leave while you're grinning like an idiot."

Salas's expression froze instantly. "This... Your Excellency—"

"You think that won't work?" Wang Xingyu slapped the token into his hand. "Then what's the difference between you telling me to get lost and insulting the Pope Token? Fine, fine, I'm not an unreasonable person. You don't need to get lost. Just walk out laughing. That won't be too difficult for you, will it?"

Make an extreme example first, then lower the level of the argument, and the other party will find it harder to refuse.

Salas's lips twitched several times, but he couldn't refuse any longer.

He took a deep breath, forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, and walked towards the door while chuckling awkwardly. The laughter was dry and stiff, echoing eerily in the empty conference room.

Ning Fengzhi stood up, straightened the cuffs of his white suit, nodded slightly to Flender and the others, a smile still lingering on his lips, "Then I'll take my leave too." He then followed Salas out.

Flender watched their figures disappear through the doorway, clicking his tongue in admiration, "Bishop Salas is truly remarkable. His jokes are so lewd, and he laughs just as lewdly."

Once the two were completely out of sight, Flender turned around and gave Wang Xingyu a thumbs-up. "I didn't expect you to have such good stuff." He paused, then suddenly turned to Yu Xiaogang and casually asked, "By the way, Xiaogang, don't you have any?"

Yu Xiaogang's expression became incredibly interesting in that instant.

He looked at Flender in shock, his lips moved, but he said nothing.

Wang Xingyu also looked at Flender at the same time. This dean's ability to bring up the most awkward topics was simply at the level of Titled Douluo.

Liu Erlong slowly turned his head, his gaze fixed on Yu Xiaogang's face, and said, word by word, "What—you mean? You're still in contact with that woman?"

Flender finally realized he had misspoke and started moving towards the door. "Um— Xiaogang, you guys keep chatting, I'm leaving!" Before he finished speaking, he had already dashed out the door.

Yu Xiaogang chased after him, his voice booming down the corridor. "Flender! You idiot! You stop right there!"

Liu Erlong also chased after him, her voice even louder than Yu Xiaogang's. "Yu Xiaogang! You stop right there too!"

In the blink of an eye, only Wang Xingyu remained in the conference room. He looked down at the Pope Token in his hand, then at the empty doorway, and shook his head speechlessly.

What is all this nonsense?

He put the token back into his Storage Soul Tool and turned to walk towards the lounge.

Wang Xingyu pushed open the door and returned to the lounge, where Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Dai Mubai immediately surrounded him.

"What's going on?" Dai Mubai asked first.

"Easy to do," Wang Xingyu replied casually, silently adding to himself—it's a pity it wasn't installed properly.

All that's left is the final tough battle against the Skywater Academy; everything else is fine.

Inside the school dormitory, the eight Shrek students gathered together, along with Grandmaster and Flender.

"Xingyu, are you going into seclusion?" the Grandmaster asked.

Wang Xingyu took out a dark blue object from his Storage Soul Tool and placed it on the table. The surface of the bone fragment was covered with fine scale patterns, and the tip of the bone spike at the top gleamed with a golden luster.

The Grandmaster's gaze sharpened. Flender adjusted his glasses, leaned closer for a second look, and his voice changed. "Could this be... Soul Bone?"

Wang Xingyu nodded. The fact that he was in seclusion absorbing Soul Bone could be kept secret, but there was no need to; he would need them later.

Tang San continued, "Shi Nian harbored murderous intent towards me. He used his Remnant Dream Martial Soul to pull me into an illusion, but my Purple Demon Eye is a perfect counter to illusions. The illusion backfired, and I killed him with Hidden Weapon, leaving behind this Soul Bone."

"I see." Flender suddenly realized. "No wonder that guy's been missing lately."

Dai Mubai, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun almost simultaneously gave a thumbs up and exclaimed in unison, "Awesome!"

Tang San continued, "This Soul Bone is a gem-type, suitable for Support System and mental types. So I took the liberty of giving it to Xingyu. I'm sorry, Little Ao, Rongrong." After speaking, he looked at the two of them, and Wang Xingyu also showed a bit of apology.

Ning Rongrong shook her head. "Third Brother, Xingyu, there's no need to apologize. You've already given us the Immortal Herb, and this Soul Bone was originally yours to obtain, so how to distribute it is entirely up to you."

Oscar nodded in agreement. "Yes, don't forget we're a team. Xingyu's improvement means the improvement of our entire team."

The Grandmaster nodded, making the final decision. "Alright. Everyone present must keep Shi Nian's matter a secret. Xingyu, you will absorb the essence in your dormitory, with Little San and Xiao Wu protecting you."

Everyone left the room. The door closed, leaving only three people in the dormitory.

Wang Xingyu sat cross-legged on the bed, pressing the dark blue Soul Bone against his forehead. The cool touch seeped in from between his brows, as if someone had placed a small piece of the deep sea onto the surface of his consciousness. He closed his eyes, his breathing gradually slowing down.

That one blink lasted for two days and two nights.

On the morning of the third day, the first light of dawn shone through the cracks in the window, casting a thin golden line on the ground. Wang Xingyu slowly opened his eyes, a fleeting glint of deep blue light in his pupils.

Then he saw the scene in front of the dressing table— Tang San was standing behind Xiao Wu, holding a comb in his hand, combing her scorpion braid that had already gone crooked to one side.

"Are you two showing off your love or protecting the Dharma?" Wang Xingyu's voice was still hoarse from just waking up. "And it's all combed crooked."

He coughed twice. The two of them turned around at the same time.

"Wow, Xingyu, you're awake!" Xiao Wu jumped up, her half-combed braid draped crookedly over her shoulder, and rushed to the bedside in a few steps. "How are you? Are you feeling alright? Is anything bothering you?" Tang San also came over, his gaze sweeping over his face.

"I'm fine. I'm in good condition. The abilities this Soul Bone brings are better than I expected."

Wang Xingyu stretched his neck and briefly reviewed his newly acquired abilities. "Mental Recovery - When connecting with teammates using Blue Silver Grass, it can simultaneously restore their Spiritual Power. At this rate, it should be able to fully restore Little San's Spiritual Power in about a minute."

Mental Devouring - Allows you to absorb Spiritual Power from your opponent while in a connected state.

Mental Interference – exerting psychological influence on the target of a connection, enhancing emotions, or creating illusions.

After listening, Tang San nodded. "Your use of Spiritual Power is indeed comprehensive."

Wang Xingyu silently sighed to himself – in the end, it was still the First Soul Skill that laid a good foundation.

The ability of Rotten Soil Earthworm to absorb anything has influenced every subsequent Soul Skill; now they can even absorb Spiritual Power.

The Rotten Soil Earthworm was practically his angel investor.

He snapped out of his thoughts, looked at Xiao Wu, and suddenly smiled, "Xiao Wu, why is your hair crooked?"

Xiao Wu reached out and touched it; sure enough, it was crooked beyond recognition. She snorted and shoved the comb into Wang Xingyu's hand, "Third Brother's technique isn't good either. You comb it."

Tang San smiled helplessly and took a half step back. Wang Xingyu took the comb and went behind Xiao Wu. After a while, Tang San's shoulders began to tremble.

"Done." Wang Xingyu put the comb back on the table.

Xiao Wu touched her braid and looked at Tang San expectantly. "Third Brother, how is it?"

Tang San suppressed a laugh and gave a thumbs up.

"What are you laughing at?" Xiao Wu frowned suspiciously, but before she could ask further, there was a soft knock on the door. Ma Hongjun's voice was low and somewhat furtive. "Third Brother, may I come in?"

"Come in, Xingyu has finished absorbing," Tang San said.

Ma Hongjun pushed open the door and strode in excitedly. "Wow, Brother Yu, you've finished absorbing it already? What Soul Skill did you get?"

He had barely finished speaking when his gaze fell on Xiao Wu's head. He paused for a moment, then slowly grinned, "Hey, Xiao Wu, why is your braid all crooked?"

Xiao Wu's expression changed, and she immediately took out a mirror from her Storage Soul Tool to look at herself. In the mirror, the scorpion braid was crookedly coiled behind her head, its shape extremely messy, like a bird's nest blown askew by the wind.

"Damn it! Are you two even skilled at this?!"

Wang Xingyu silently returned the comb to Xiao Wu, his tone embarrassed. "My mistake, my mistake."