Chapter 41 Oscar's Third Spirit Ring
They suffered a double blow from the Titan Giant Ape and the Cave Demon Spider beast tide.
The Shrek team's morale had plummeted to rock bottom.
Everyone was like a frightened bird, getting tense for half a day at the slightest disturbance.
Oscar, in particular, just wanted to go home right now.
Perhaps even God felt sorry for these children and wanted to give them some compensation.
Just as everyone was preparing to leave, they unexpectedly discovered another Phoenix Tail Crested Serpent in the bushes not far away.
However, this one was noticeably smaller than the previous one.
"Around 1,100 years."
Zhao Wuji immediately determined the year and frowned.
"Although it's also a thousand years old, it feels significantly inferior to the previous one. Oscar, do you want to look again?"
"No need! This is fine!"
Oscar waved his hands anxiously; he didn't want to stay in this godforsaken place for even a second longer.
"It just has to suit me, I won't be picky."
Seeing Oscar's terrified expression, Zhao Wuji shook his head helplessly.
Soon, this unfortunate snake became Oscar's third spirit ring.
As the fluctuations of soul power around Oscar gradually subsided, the purple soul ring became firmly anchored beneath his feet.
Yellow, yellow, purple.
Although the color of this third spirit ring was slightly dull, for a support-type spirit master, being able to cross the threshold of level 30 was already a qualitative leap.
"Call..."
Oscar opened his eyes, exhaled a long breath, and finally a long-lost smile appeared on his face.
Regardless, he could be considered a Soul Elder.
He could also go to Spirit Hall to collect even more money.
"Little Ao, how are you?"
Zhao Wuji asked impatiently.
"What is a Soul Skill? What are its effects?"
Everyone gathered around, and although they were all exhausted, they were still curious about the new soul skill.
Oscar chuckled, a lewd glint in his eyes, then extended his right hand, striking an extremely flamboyant pose, and uttered the incantation that made everyone incredibly embarrassed.
"Flying Mushroom Sausage!"
Puff.
A pink sausage with translucent wings appeared in his palm.
Ning Rongrong turned her head away in disgust, while Zhu Zhuqing remained expressionless. Only the fat man, Ma Hongjun, swallowed hard.
"Hurry up and try it," Zhao Wuji urged.
Oscar nodded and swallowed the sausage in one gulp.
The next second.
Whoosh!
A pair of ethereal, pale pink wings unfurled from behind Oscar.
Although they looked somewhat flimsy, they did indeed lift him slowly off the ground, making him float in mid-air.
"Flight capability!"
Tang San's eyes lit up. "It's actually the rarest flight ability among support-type characters! This greatly enhances our team's mobility!"
"And the results?" Zhao Wuji pressed. "How long can it fly? What's the speed?"
Oscar flailed in the air a couple of times, his expression turning somewhat awkward.
He scratched his head, landed, and said somewhat embarrassedly:
"It can fly."
"The duration is one minute."
"But as for speed..."
Oscar tried to accelerate again, but despite his frantic flapping of wings, his speed appeared to be about the same as an ordinary person running on the ground.
"The speed can only be maintained at the level of an average person running."
"Moreover, its load-bearing capacity is very poor. If you carry people, the speed will be reduced by half again."
The entire place fell silent.
"This..." Dai Mubai opened his mouth, but could only offer words of comfort in the end.
"It's not bad, at least it can fly, which will make things easier when we encounter cliffs or steep slopes in the future."
"Flying is a rare skill."
Oscar smiled contentedly:
"Yes, it's better than nothing. Being able to fly is always a good thing."
"Many Soul Douluo players can't detect it. At least Teacher Zhao can't fly."
Zhao Wuji slapped Oscar on the head.
"You brat, how dare you make fun of me."
"Everyone, let's not linger, let's go back as soon as possible."
Having obtained the spirit rings, the group did not linger any longer.
The atmosphere on the way back was terribly oppressive.
Everyone looked like wilted eggplants, only focused on getting on their way. Even Ma Hongjun, who was usually the most talkative, had fallen silent.
The lingering fear still hung in everyone's heart.
The roar of the Titan Giant Ape and the hiss of the Cave Demon Spider Swarm still seemed to echo in their ears.
Ye Liuyun walked at the very back of the group.
As he walked, he kept popping the expensive pills Ning Rongrong had given him into his mouth, like he was eating candy.
As he felt the medicinal power transform into a gentle stream, nourishing his damaged meridians, his originally pale face finally regained a touch of rosiness.
Although Ning Rongrong was walking ahead, she would slow down from time to time or fix her hair, always keeping a distance from Ye Liuyun that was neither too close nor too far.
Xiao Wu, on the other hand, clung to Ye Liuyun like a little bodyguard guarding against thieves, her big eyes scanning the surroundings like radar, especially targeting Ning Rongrong's back.
Two days later.
When the familiar silhouette of Soto appeared on the horizon, everyone felt an urge to burst into tears.
"Finally back..."
Ma Hongjun plopped down on the ground.
"I never want to go to that awful place again."
Supporting each other, the group dragged their weary bodies back step by step to the small village where Shrek Academy was located.
At the entrance of the academy.
The afterglow of the setting sun cast two elongated shadows on the ground.
One was Dean Flander, who wore glasses and had a cunning yet weary face.
The other was a middle-aged man dressed in stiff black clothes, with a buzz cut, his hands behind his back, and a serious and rigid expression.
Master, Yu Xiaogang.
Seeing the group of students, though disheveled, all of them alive, Flander finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Looks like you've suffered a lot. It's good to be back!"
Flander quickly went to meet them.
But the master stood still.
His sharp, scrutinizing gaze swept over everyone through his thick glasses.
He paused on Tang San for a moment, and after seeing that Tang San was safe and sound and his breathing was more steady, his stiff lips relaxed slightly.
His gaze then fell on the back of the line.
Although his clothes had been changed, they still couldn't hide Ye Liuyun's weak aura and nonchalant expression.
The master's brows furrowed instantly into a deep frown.
The master looked at the nonchalant young man, his hands, hidden in his sleeves, unconsciously clenched, his nails digging deep into his flesh.
It had been six years.
Six whole years.
That image was like a thorn stuck in his heart.
That was the opening day of Notting Junior Soul Master Academy.
He, the master whose theories were invincible, took the initiative to extend an olive branch to a child with innate full soul power, and even Tang San, the genius with twin martial souls, yielded.
And what was the result?
That brat named Ye Liuyun just didn't seem to care.
He hated it most when people didn't take him seriously.
For the past six years, he had been constantly recalling that scene.
Every time he thought about it, he got so angry he could grind his teeth.
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