Hearing Bai Chenxiang's laughter,
Oscar, lying on the ground in a disheveled state, immediately looked up.
A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
The woman in black blushed deeply.
"Lord Palace Master, Sister Xiangxiang!"
Upon recognizing the person before her,
the woman in black immediately raised her fine iron spear and gently poked Oscar.
"You bastard Oscar, let me go right now! Don't be rude, get away!"
"Ah! Feifei, stop poking me, my kidneys are going to be ruined! I'll get up right now."
Seeing Ye Qiu, Oscar quickly got up from the ground.
Looking at Ye Qiu, whom he hadn't seen for a long time,
he smiled awkwardly.
"Hehe, Ye Qiu, long time no see."
"Ouch!"
Before Ye Qiu could respond, the woman beside him tapped Oscar's head with her spear.
She scolded, "Oscar, don't be rude to the Lord Palace Master!"
Seeing Oscar's delighted expression, Ye Qiu chuckled.
Bai Chenxiang had never seen such a scene before and covered her mouth.
After giving Oscar a good beating, the woman in black bowed to Ye Qiu.
"Yang Feifei from the Medicine Hall greets the Palace Master!"
She knew how powerful the Palace Master was.
During the relocation, he had only used an unknown soul skill, and in just a few minutes, he had moved the population and belongings of three clans over.
Moreover, her grandfather had said that even he, a Soul Douluo, might not be able to defeat the Palace Master.
Her eyes held a hint of admiration as she looked at Ye Qiu.
Seeing this, Oscar immediately stepped in front of Yang Feifei with some concern.
He said warily, "Ye Qiu, you can't have any ideas about my Feifei. She's the future wife I finally met."
Oscar hadn't forgotten Ye Qiu's charm—his ability to have women on his left and right, young and old alike—was extraordinary, and he wouldn't have any problems with his own backyard.
"Ah! Oscar, what nonsense are you spouting, you bastard?!"
Yang Feifei immediately exclaimed, grabbing Oscar's neck from behind and locking it tightly.
Yang Feifei explained to Ye Qiu, "Lord of the Palace, please don't mind this bastard. That's just his personality; he doesn't mean to speak recklessly."
Oscar nestled in her arms, a look of contentment on his face. He leaned back, his expression slowly turning a liverish color.
Unable to bear it any longer, he pleaded, "Uh! Feifei, I'm going to die~"
"Pfft!"
Bai Chenxiang covered her mouth, looking at Ye Qiu with a teasing expression. She hadn't expected this white-haired man to have such a worry.
However, thinking of her sisters at home, Bai Chenxiang could understand.
Ye Qiu's face showed a hint of embarrassment.
However, he could still see the worry for Oscar in Yang Feifei's eyes.
He waved his hand and said, "Uh, Feifei, it's okay. Oscar and I are friends."
"Friends?!"
Yang Feifei was stunned for a moment, then, remembering that her Lord of the Palace had a connection with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, she understood a little.
She immediately pushed Oscar away, her face flushed, and glared at him fiercely.
"Haha, Ye Qiu."
Oscar, bent over and panting, looked up and greeted Ye Qiu.
"Hmm, Oscar, it's been a long time. It seems you've found your target."
Ye Qiu briefly checked Oscar's cultivation level. Although his progress was good, without any immortal herbs, he, like Yang Feifei before him, was still a Soul Venerable.
"Hehe...Found it, found it. All thanks to the Soul Palace you established."
Oscar looked at Yang Feifei beside him, a lewd smile on his face.
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Yang Feifei glared fiercely at Oscar.
How many times had she told him not to look at her with that lewd expression? He just wouldn't change!
"Sister Feifei, are you leaving home?"
Bai Chenxiang waved gently at Yang Feifei; they had met at the four-clan gathering.
"Yes, Xiangxiang, it's much more lively here, but this peaceful life isn't what I want. I want to go out and explore."
Yang Feifei's anger subsided slightly, and she looked at Bai Chenxiang, who was nestled with Ye Qiu, her eyes showing no reaction.
She had already heard about this from her grandfather, Yang Wudi.
Yang Wudi also wanted her to go to Blue Tyrant Academy, but she refused.
Life in the backyard
would definitely be even more boring than at home.
Oscar seized the opportunity, smiling,
"Right, speaking of which... Ye Qiu, aren't you the Palace Master? Why don't you help me persuade Feifei to take me with her to explore the Soul Master world?"
"You bastard! Shut up!"
Yang Feifei, enraged, reached out and pinched Oscar's soft waist.
"Awooo~!"
Oscar let out a pitiful howl.
Ye Qiu shrugged with amusement and spread his hands, saying, "I have no authority to arrange this."
Yang Feifei breathed a sigh of relief and snorted coldly.
"Hmph! With your skinny arms and legs, and delicate skin, and you're a food-type soul master, what's the point of all this? Can't you just focus on cultivating with your innate full soul power?!"
Oscar made a bitter face, grabbing her wrist as if he were pleading.
"Feifei, I can only cultivate better with you by my side. Otherwise, I can't concentrate on cultivating without you around."
"I don't want to talk to you!"
Yang Feifei shook off Oscar's hand and looked at Ye Qiu and the other person.
"Lord Palace Master, is there anything you need here?"
"No, Ye Qiu just came to accompany me for a stroll."
Bai Chenxiang replied with a smile, and said with a light laugh, "Sister Feifei, would you like to walk around with us?"
"No, thank you."
Yang Feifei shook her head.
"Lord Palace Master, since there's nothing else, Feifei will take her leave."
"Hmm."
Ye Qiu nodded slightly, looking at Oscar's pleading eyes, and suggested, "It's best to bring a companion when you go on a training trip, so you can look after each other."
"Feifei will think it over."
Yang Feifei bowed slightly, then picked up her iron spear and walked quickly into the Soul Palace territory.
"Hehe. Thank you, Ye Qiu. Goodbye, I'm going to pursue my little Feifei!"
Oscar waved and was about to run towards Yang Feifei.
Ye Qiu called him back halfway.
"Oscar, have you already made your choice?"
Oscar paused slightly, scratching his head helplessly.
He turned back and said seriously, "Ye Qiu, actually I wanted to ask you, if I really become a god, where will I go? Can Feifei come with me?"
Ye Qiu was stunned for a moment, then truthfully replied, "The God of Food is only a second-level god, he's not qualified to bring anyone up."
"I see, then I have even less of a burden."
Oscar's face showed a hint of relief.
A hint of self-reproach appeared on his face.
"Sigh! I should have known better than to brag to Feifei about having the potential to become a god. Now she doesn't even want to talk to me anymore... and she's always pressuring me to cultivate."
"Haha, Ye Qiu, I still have to thank you. As for the God of Food position... I think I'll pass. My Feifei is much more appealing."