Oscar left too. Loneliness, helplessness, loss and pain, all sorts of emotions kept hitting Ning Rongrong's twelve-year-old heart, tears silently falling, she suddenly realized that maybe she was wrong after all. Did she ever have friends? The children in the sect who were around her age would either be servile or avoid her whenever they saw her. They all called her "Little Witch" behind her back.

  Friend, is it just a luxury? No, no, no. Ning Rong suddenly felt a strong sense of panic spreading through her heart. This night would inevitably be a sleepless one for her.

  Many years later, when Qi Bao Liu Li Ning Rong recalled the events of her youth, she told her children that there was one night, the most painful night of her life, which became a crucial turning point in changing her life.

  Early morning.

  Tang San woke up from his cultivation, and every morning cultivating the Purple Demon Eye had already formed a habitual biological clock for him.

  Oscar didn't sleep today, instead he was cultivating, but hadn't woken up yet. Tang San quietly walked out of the dormitory, floated onto the rooftop and began his daily cultivation routine.

  After a night's rest, some internal injuries I suffered yesterday have basically recovered by now. Although my internal organs still feel a dull pain, it's not serious anymore and will fully recover in another one or two days.

  While cultivating the Purple God Light, Tang San's mind replayed yesterday's battle with Iron Dragon and Iron Tiger, especially their final blow.

  Wu Soul Detached Hand, tracking the opponent's attack, concentrating all his strength to strike, their soul power is clearly lower than himself, but can make himself injured, if it is a head-on collision, I'm afraid he will suffer heavy losses. Although that is the iron-style brother's soul technique. But the skill in this seems not difficult to complete.

  What if you also have a hammer and use this attack method on your own hammer?

  Although Tang San's hammer didn't have a soul skill attached, he could be certain that his hammer was much heavier than the Iron Brothers'. As for tracking down the enemy's figure, within a certain angle, relying on Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon could also achieve it. It was equivalent to using his hammer as a hidden projectile.

  Unfortunately, two martial souls can't be used at the same time. Otherwise, wouldn't wrapping Blue Silver Grass around the hammer handle make it a Shooting Star Hammer?

  Think about it. Tang San decided to find time to try whether he could use his hammer soul in this way, how to operate the force, and how to throw the hammer with what kind of hand method. All these need to be tried out in practice, and also need to be practiced many times. Of course, it's not possible now, that black hammer consumes a lot of soul power, and his injuries have not recovered yet. Practicing rashly would only harm himself.

  After finishing the Violet Level Spirit Eye cultivation, Tang San simply practiced his hidden weapons for a while before going to have breakfast. He was the earliest riser, and when he finished eating, Dai Mubai arrived at the dining hall with a gloomy face. Seeing Tang San, he only nodded and didn't say much.

  After Mo Bai, the third one to appear was Xiao Wu. Then came Zhu Zhong Qing and Ma Hong Jun.

  Tang San told Xiao Wu that he was fine now, and only then did Xiao Wu sit down to eat with a relieved heart.

  Ma Hongjun looked refreshed, as if he had lost a few pounds. Although Fat Brother was rough, he knew how to observe people's expressions and saw that Dai Mubai's face was gloomy, so he didn't dare say much and hastily finished his breakfast.

  As for Oscar and Ning Rongrong, neither of them came to the dining hall.

  "Fatty, you're not going out tonight, are you?" Dài Mùbái suddenly spoke up after finishing breakfast.

  Ma Hongjun nodded and said in a low voice: "The evil fire was almost gone yesterday, I shouldn't be going out for the next two days."

  Dai Mu Bai said: "Alright, you stay in the dorm tonight, I'm going out for a trip. To find that pair of twins from last time."

  Fatty's eyes lit up, "Dai Lao Da, you're having meat, will I have any soup to drink?"

  Dai Mu Bai said with a bad temper: "This kind of thing is only pleasant when it's mutually willing, a forced marriage is not sweet." When he said this, he also deliberately glanced at Zhu Zhuqing.

  Zhu Zhuqing didn't react at all, as if she hadn't heard their conversation. This cold little girl just kept drinking the rice porridge in front of her.

  The invisible war had not continued, the school bell rang, and everyone hurriedly finished their breakfast and came to the playground.

  The principal or teachers did not arrive, but there was already one person on the playground, who was Ning Rongrong. However, Oscar was still nowhere to be seen.

  Her small white face looked a bit haggard, her eyes were red, and her spirit seemed to be very low.

  Today's lecturer was still Dean Flender. Tang San and the other six had to wait for a full quarter of an hour before this dean finally strolled over.

  Flanders' gaze first fell on Ning Rongrong, but he didn't say anything to her. "Today is the second class. Where's Oscar? He overslept again?"

  Tang San hastily said: "I came out this morning and he was still cultivating. Perhaps he entered a meditative state and wasn't able to wake up in time."

  Flender frowned, "Today's class can't be missed. Tang San, go call him."

  Tang San was just about to return to the dormitory when he saw Oscar hurrying over from the direction of the dormitory. However, his face didn't have the panic of being late, but instead was filled with excitement.

  "Oscar, are you thinking of going for a run again?" Dean Flanders glared at him.

  Oscar hastily shook his head, "No, Dean, listen to me. I broke through, I reached level 30."

  "What?" It wasn't just Fran who did so; everyone simultaneously cast surprised glances at Oscar, including Ning Rongrong.

  Oscar is one year younger than Dai Mubai, and he's only fourteen years old. Reaching Soul Master level 30 at the age of fourteen is a frightening number. More importantly, Oscar is a Food System Soul Master, which belongs to the most difficult type of Soul Master to cultivate. In some sense, his level 30 is much more difficult than a Battle Soul Master's level 30. And every time a Food System Soul Master increases in power by one stage, their ability to assist with food will be greatly enhanced.

  On the Douluo Continent, Soul Masters above level 30 are already relatively rare. If they join the military, they can enjoy treatment as a commander of thousands, or even higher. Those above level 40 are even more pitifully few in number. Food system Soul Masters above level 50 are as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns. Those above level 60 are almost nonexistent, and even if there are any, it would take large clans or places like the Soul Master Temple years to cultivate one.

  If a Grandmaster-level Food-type Soul Master can sustain the food consumption of 100 people, then a single Soul Emperor, even one who has just broken through to level 30, would be enough to sustain the food supply for over 500 people.

  As the level increases, this number will continue to rise. At the same time, reaching level 30 also means that the food provided by the Food System Soul Master will have a third attribute added. This will greatly enhance the help for a team.

  Vandel's eyes lit up, "Good, good, good, Oscar, you didn't disappoint me. You are the second student to reach level thirty among current students. I represent the Academy in congratulating you."

  At this time, even Dai Mubai's face was no longer gloomy. He walked to Oscar's side and patted his shoulder, "Little Ao, congratulations. Although you reached level 30 a bit slower than me, as a Food System Soul Master, you are already the most outstanding genius I have ever seen. Could it be that heartbreak can help a Soul Master break through their martial soul?"

  Xiao Ao awkwardly stared at Dai Mu Bai, then looked at Ning Rong Rong with red eyes and bitterly smiled: "I've never been in love before, how can I talk about heartbreak? Don't tease me."

  Tang San, Xiao Wu and Ma Hongjun also stepped forward to offer their congratulations. Ning Rongrong stood in place, her eyes complex as she looked at Oscar, while Zhu Zhuqing lowered her head, lost in thought.

  "Alright. Today's lesson is now beginning." Vander's voice pulled everyone back from congratulating Little O.

  "Today's lesson is simple. Oscar, you're the star of today's show. Today's lesson is that each and every one of you, except for Oscar, will have to eat at least one sausage made by Oscar's Soul Power."

  "What?" Little Wu exclaimed as soon as she heard Frand's words. "Principal, what kind of class is this?"

  "Flamboyant words, this is called adaptability training. I ask you, what's more important, life or face? When you can only choose one of the two, which one will you choose? Although Oscar's soul oath was a bit despicable, I said yesterday that he is a naturally gifted food-type soul master with extremely high talent. The martial soul sausage he created is the best food-type martial soul I've ever seen. During your time at the academy, he will be one of your members, and you will go through trials together. If you can't reach an understanding with him, it will be a waste of the best supporting partner."

  "At the same time, this is also a training for your mentality. If you can't even do this, how will you survive in the Soul Master world? To survive, one must be willing to do whatever it takes. Don't mention eating just one sausage, when life is at stake, even rats, cockroaches and earthworms are edible."

  Upon hearing Fran's last sentence, the three girls in attendance simultaneously turned pale and looked unwell. Ning Rongrong was especially affected, already showing signs of nausea.

  "This lesson is something each and every one of you must accomplish. Otherwise, there's no need to stay. Don't question my decision, on the first day each of you arrived here, someone told you that Shrek Academy cultivates monsters, not ordinary people. Oscar, begin."