Douro Continent

Chapter 505 Oscar's Sixth Spirit Ring (Part 1)

Tang San smiled and shook his head. "How could that be? If I discriminate against Xiao Wu, wouldn't that be discriminating against my own mother? Don't forget, my mother was also transformed from a 100,000-year-old soul beast."

Liu Erlong smiled and said, "That's good. Remember to tell her when you see her that I miss her. Although she's much older than me in actual age, I'm still her godmother, and that won't change."

Tang San laughed and said, "Of course."

After leaving the Clear Sky Sect, Tang San's top priority was to find Xiao Wu, and then continue his cultivation. He wasn't too worried about reaching level 80 in ten years; he believed in his ability. Of course, during this cultivation period, he would always want to be with Xiao Wu.

He had already made up his mind. After finding Xiao Wu, if she wanted to stay in the Star Dou Great Forest, he would stay there with her. If she was willing to leave with him, then they would find a place to properly forge their own hidden weapons and cultivate their skills.

Tang San wasn't particularly fond of the outside world's glitz and glamour; as long as he could be with Xiao Wu, nothing else mattered. As for revitalizing the Clear Sky Sect, that would have to wait until he possessed the necessary strength. It was too early to talk about it now.

As his strength increased, he could now learn many more of the Tang Clan's hidden weapon techniques, but the more powerful the hidden weapon, the more difficult it was to master. Furthermore, it required an even more difficult forging process. Top-tier hidden weapons, in particular, required a long period of crafting.

Flander's eyes darted around, and he chuckled, "You are the symbol of Shrek Academy, so you can't have come back empty-handed. Why don't you do something for the academy? What do you say?"

The Shrek Five exchanged a knowing smile, realizing that their Dean was about to extract the last bit of value from them. But that was just Flander's nature! Far from being opposed, they were actually quite pleased with the arrangement.

Flander spoke eloquently, "For young Soul Masters, having a suitable idol is a great psychological advantage. I'm certainly not as good as Xiao Gang in actual training, but I'm still pretty good at mental control. If you don't object, I hope you can demonstrate your strength in front of the entire academy. Let them see what others your age can achieve."

Liu Erlong said irritably, "Boss, this could backfire. What if the trainees get a bad feeling and become discouraged?"

Flander said seriously, "Those kinds of trainees aren't worth training. Xiao Gang, what do you think of my suggestion?"

The master smiled slightly, "I have no objection. You are the dean, so you have made the decision."

Flander then looked at Dai Mubai, Tang San, and the others with a questioning gaze.

Dai Mubai laughed and said, "I have no problem. I'd also like to see how far everyone has progressed in their cultivation. Just now outside the gate, we fought with Xiao San because we didn't recognize him. It seems everyone has improved quite a bit. Now it'll be a good time to see everyone's true strength."

Tang San and the other three nodded in agreement with Dai Mubai. Shrek Academy was like a second home to them, and they would never refuse to do anything for the academy.

Flander laughed and said, "Alright, Erlong, you two go and make the arrangements. The little ones all have their own things to do now, and we can't take up too much of their time. I think we should schedule it for tomorrow."

Liu Erlong glanced at Flander, a sly glint in his eyes, nodded, and got up to leave. As he stepped out of Flander's office, a smile played on his lips.

An hour later, a huge poster was put up in Shrek Academy with the title: Five members of the Shrek Seven Devils have returned and will show their training results to all students tomorrow, and spar with Dean Flander and Vice Dean Zhao Wuji.

Poor Zhao Wuji and Flander are still chatting excitedly with the Shrek Five Monsters, unaware that they have been betrayed by Liu Erlong.

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Northern end of the Heavenly Dou Empire. Frozen Forest.

The frozen forest is a type of coniferous forest best suited for growth in cold climates. It is rarely visited by humans.

This is also a forest of spirit beasts, but because the environment is so harsh and the temperature is so low, only spirit masters with cold-attribute spirits choose to come here to hunt the spirit beasts they need.

A group of more than ten people were chewing on delicious sausages, the rising steam from their bodies indicating the large amount of food they had consumed earlier.

Most of them sat on the ground, except for one person who was still standing. In front of him stood a gigantic, dying soul beast with a magnificent aura emanating from its body.

This spirit beast was over seven meters long, and its entire body was covered in extremely peculiar scales, each scale resembling a small mirror. If it stood still, it could reflect the surrounding environment. It was impossible to see clearly without careful observation.

But by this time, the soul beast's body was already splattered with blue blood. And among those sitting on the ground, quickly replenishing their strength, at least half were injured. Clearly, it was all caused by this beast.

Standing before this seven-meter-long monster was a man whose age was impossible to discern, his face almost entirely obscured by a thick beard. He was tall and his hair was disheveled. The only clearly visible feature was perhaps his pair of captivating, almond-shaped eyes.

A scar ran from the corner of his left eye down to his beard. At that moment, his eyes gleamed with an extremely cold light.

He muttered to himself, "A Mirror Beast with 20,000 years of cultivation, I hope you can give me the soul skill I'm hoping for."

With a swift movement, the blade, over a foot long, pierced deeply into the wound below the neck of the ten-thousand-year-old Mirror Shadow Beast, where its scales had already been stripped away. This ended the life of the powerful soul beast.

Of the dozen or so men behind him, at least half wore expressions of greed, but upon seeing the three men standing beside the man, they forcefully suppressed their desires. After all, those three were their leader, and the strongest members of the hunting party.

"Xiao Ao, hurry up. It's not safe here. If we encounter a few more powerful soul beasts like this, we might all be wiped out."

The one who swiftly and decisively killed the soul beast was none other than the person Ning Rongrong had been longing for day and night: Uncle Oscar, the Big Sausage.

At this moment, his face, hidden by his beard, had become more resolute than before. Although the scars on his face marred his original handsomeness, they gave him a unique masculine charm.

Five years have passed, a full five years. In these five years, he has endured countless hardships, training relentlessly amidst the torment. His only requirement for joining this hunting team was to hunt the spirit beasts he needed when required. And now, this Mirror Shadow Beast, with its twenty thousand years of cultivation, is about to bestow upon him his sixth spirit ring.

The speaker was a man in his fifties, and among everyone present, he exuded the most imposing aura. He was also the person standing closest to Oscar, and the only person Oscar could completely trust in the team.

This person is a level 76 Soul Saint. The highest level among the other Soul Masters in the team is only level 64. In terms of Soul Power alone, Oscar is already in the top five.

They spent a full month hunting down this Mirror Beast before finally finding an opportunity. The Mirror Beast is an extremely rare and powerful soul beast; otherwise, the team members wouldn't have shown such greedy eyes.

Sitting cross-legged in front of the Mirror Beast, just as Oscar was about to close his eyes, he suddenly noticed that as the Mirror Beast released its condensed soul ring, a faint light emanated from the spot where his dagger had pierced it.

Oscar felt a slight urge, but he didn't rush to make a move. Instead, as he drew his dagger, he subconsciously shifted the position of the Mirror Beast's body, using its body to press down on the previous wound.

He himself sat cross-legged in front of the Mirror Beast and began to absorb the soul rings.

The entire movement was extremely secretive, and even the Soul Saint who was not far from him did not notice it.

The ability to radiate light from within, especially on a dead soul beast, suggests only one possibility: a soul bone. Oscar knew that once he finished absorbing the soul ring, the Mirror Shadow Beast before him would inevitably be dismembered.

The hunting team will not overlook anything of value on its body, and will search for any possible soul bone.

The value of any single piece of soul bone is absolutely astronomical.

For a hunting team like this, a soul bone is an absolute treasure that could cause them to turn on each other. Oscar understood that it was impossible for him to take that glittering soul bone during the opportunity to absorb a soul ring.

Now, he has no choice but to absorb this spirit ring first.

The others were resting and recuperating, quietly waiting for Oscar to finish absorbing the energy. The level 76 Soul Saint stood coldly beside Oscar, closing his eyes to rest. Two other people not far from him also began to rest.

With three of the team's strongest members gathered together to protect Oscar, the others naturally wouldn't have any objections.

A cold current swirled around Oscar's body, and gradually, when the coldness condensed to a certain degree, it began to rampage and explode within Oscar's body.

Oscar understood that the greater the pain, the stronger the power. Wasn't Tang San able to acquire such a powerful soul skill after enduring immense pain?

Five years have passed, and he knows that he only has five years left to live.

His fifth soul skill failed to fulfill his wish, so this sixth soul skill was his only hope. He wasn't confident that he could level up ten more times and acquire another soul skill within the next five years.

Five years of honing one's skills—the pressure a food-type Soul Master faces within a team is unimaginable. In the eyes of sects or noble families eager for talent, food-type Soul Masters are perhaps rare gems.

(End of this chapter)