N-A-A Chapter 15 was completely drained, not a single drop left.
Chapter 15 was completely drained, not a single drop left.
The next morning, the group gathered sparsely on the Shrek Academy playground.
Ye Chen yawned as he walked out of the dormitory building, Xiao Wu linked arms with him, and the two chatted and laughed.
Tang San walked behind, watching the two people in front of him being intimate. He twitched his lips but said nothing.
Dai Mubai was already waiting in the center of the playground, arms crossed, his heterochromatic eyes scanning the arriving crowd.
With his face still swollen, Ma Hongjun glared at Ye Chen with resentment, but Ye Chen didn't even glance at him, which made Ma Hongjun even angrier.
Ning Rongrong was the last to arrive, acting like a spoiled young lady.
Flanders hadn't arrived yet, and the group chatted idly in twos and threes.
Just then, Oscar suddenly rushed out of the dormitory building, looking excited, as if he had won the lottery.
"Brothers! Sisters!" Oscar exclaimed, his voice trembling, "I have some great news to announce!"
Dai Mubai glanced at him: "What good news? You've finally decided to change that disgusting soul curse?"
"Can't change it!" Oscar didn't care about Dai Mubai's sarcasm at all; instead, his smile became even brighter.
"I reached level 30 last night!"
The entire room fell silent for a second.
Dai Mubai's eyes widened: "Really?"
"I haven't acquired the third spirit ring yet, but my spirit power has definitely reached level 30!" Oscar was practically strutting around with pride.
Dai Mubai walked over and patted him on the shoulder: "Not bad, Xiao Ao, you're even faster than me."
Tang San nodded in congratulations.
Ning Rongrong pursed her lips, saying nothing, but she was happy for him in her heart.
Xiao Wu leaned close to Ye Chen's ear and whispered, "Are food-type Soul Masters cultivating this fast?"
Ye Chen shook his head and did not answer.
He was thinking about something else—Oscar breaking through level 30 meant he had gained another sausage soul skill, and it also meant he could potentially collect more energy from him.
At that moment, a majestic voice came from behind the crowd.
"What are you all doing?"
Flander appeared at the edge of the playground at some point, his hands behind his back.
Everyone immediately stood at attention.
Oscar ran up to Flander and excitedly reported, "Dean! I've broken through to level 30!"
Flander nodded slightly, a smile playing on his lips. "Very good. Since Oscar needs a third spirit ring, I've decided that Vice Dean Zhao Wuji will lead the team to the Star Dou Great Forest tomorrow to hunt for one."
He looked around, his gaze sweeping across everyone's faces: "You're all going together, consider it a training exercise. Remember, the Star Dou Great Forest isn't your backyard; the soul beasts there eat people without spitting out bones. Anyone who falls behind will die and no one will collect their body."
Everyone felt a chill run down their spines.
Upon hearing the words "Star Dou Great Forest," Xiao Wu's expression changed slightly, and she subconsciously tightened her grip on Ye Chen's hand.
Ye Chen felt the coldness in her palm and gently squeezed it.
Xiao Wu glanced at him, nodded, and her expression relaxed slightly.
Flander continued, "However, we still have to have class today."
Ma Hongjun rubbed his still-aching face and muttered under his breath, "Another fight?"
"No." Flander pushed up his glasses, his smile becoming meaningful. "Today's lesson is—eating Oscar's Soul Skill Sausage."
Ma Hongjun's face froze instantly.
"Dean...Dean..." Oscar's voice trembled. "This..."
"What's wrong?"
Flanders looked at him with a half-smile.
Everyone looked at each other.
Anyone who has eaten Oscar sausage knows that the problem isn't the sausage itself, but the intoxicating curse that makes you want to die.
Oscar's martial spirit is food-based—sausage.
It sounds normal, but the problem is that he has to recite an extremely shameful soul incantation when he releases his soul skill.
Oscar excitedly recited the soul incantation.
"I have a big sausage!"
A sausage-shaped beam of light coalesced in his hand.
There was a two-second silence.
Flander continued without changing his expression, "This is a test of your willpower. On the battlefield, you can encounter anything disgusting. The enemy won't give you time to prepare, nor will they care about your feelings. What kind of Soul Master can you be if you can't even eat a sausage?"
He looked at Oscar: "Let's begin."
Oscar handed the sausage to Dai Mubai.
Dai Mubai looked at the sausage in his hand, then at Oscar's expectant eyes, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, took a bite, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he forced himself to swallow.
"Next," Flander said.
Next up was Ma Hongjun. He accepted the sausage without hesitation, finishing it in just a few bites.
Tang San took the sausage expressionlessly, took a bite without saying a word, his brows furrowed slightly, and finished it in a few bites.
Xiao Wu pinched her nose, took the sausage, took a small bite, and her expression instantly twisted as she almost spat it out.
But under Flander's stern gaze, she swallowed her tears.
Ning Rongrong looked at the sausage Oscar handed her, her face turning deathly pale, as if she had seen something indescribable.
"I...can I not eat?" Ning Rongrong's voice trembled, and her eyes were red.
Flanders coldly replied, "No."
Ning Rongrong took the sausage with tears in her eyes, closed her eyes, and quickly took a small bite. Tears welled up in her eyes, her cheeks bulged, and she held it in her mouth for a long time before swallowing.
After eating, she felt terrible and squatted on the ground for a while to recover.
Zhu Zhuqing's condition was no better, and even more disgusting than Ning Rongrong's.
Finally, it was Ye Chen's turn.
Flander looked at him: "Ye Chen, it's your turn."
Everyone looked at Ye Chen.
Xiao Wu looked at him with pity, Tang San looked at him calmly, and Dai Mubai looked at him with schadenfreude. Finally, it was this kid's turn to suffer.
Ye Chen walked up to Oscar and extended his right hand.
Oscar sighed, chanted a soul incantation, and conjured a sausage, handing it to Ye Chen.
Ye Chen took the sausage and glanced at it.
All eyes were on him.
Ye Chen took a bite.
Then, his eyes lit up.
"Hmm?" Ye Chen chewed a few times, his expression turning to surprise. "It tastes good."
The entire room fell silent for a second.
"You...you don't find it disgusting?"
Oscar stared wide-eyed, unable to believe it.
"What's so disgusting about it? This is energy." Ye Chen finished a sausage in a few bites, then stretched out his right hand again, "One more, please."
Oscar paused for a moment, then subconsciously produced another one.
Ye Chen took it and finished it in a few bites.
"Again."
"Again."
"Again."
One sausage after another, Ye Chen ate Oscar's sausages with relish, treating them like snacks.
Oscar's face went from surprise to horror, and from horror to paleness.
His soul power was being consumed at a visible rate, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Everyone was stunned.
Dai Mubai's mouth formed an "O" shape: "This kid... has a really good appetite."
Ma Hongjun swallowed hard. "Why do I feel like he can eat even more than me?"
Ning Rongrong squatted on the ground, watching Ye Chen eat one dish after another, her expression changing from disgust to shock: "Doesn't he...doesn't he feel disgusted?"
Xiao Wu covered her mouth and chuckled, "Brother Ye Chen always surprises us."
Three more sausages were devoured.
Oscar's face was as white as paper.
"Is...is there anything else?" Ye Chen wiped his mouth, asking with lingering interest.
Oscar's legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground, panting heavily. His soul power was completely exhausted, and he felt as if he had been drained dry.
"No... I can't take it anymore..." Oscar said weakly, his voice trembling, "Not a drop... not a single drop left..."