Chapter 46: Shi Yi's Generosity

Shi Yi sat silently on the back of the Black Turtle, staring at Tang San. The more he looked at this guy, the more disgusted he felt. There was no way someone like this could be his big brother's friend. If Tang San dared to make a move, he swore he'd make him pay.

The Black Turtle lowered its head pitifully.

"Wuuu… water… I really need water… Can someone help me? I'm dying of thirst…"

…

Just then, Shrek Academy's dean, Flender, walked over. He glanced at the shattered water flask on the ground, then at the little boy in front of him, frowning slightly.

Tang San immediately launched into an embellished retelling of what had happened—unsurprisingly casting himself in a favorable light. In his version, the kid was the unreasonable one throwing a tantrum.

Flender nodded slowly. He turned to Feng Xiaotian and the others and said, "This is clearly a misunderstanding. Let's not escalate things. Everyone should focus on preparing for the finals. Think about how to win the championship instead."

As he spoke, Flender swept his gaze across the gathered crowd, signaling them to disperse.

Truth be told, it wasn't a major incident. Most students from other academies didn't want to get involved and were happy to give Shrek some face. The crowd began to scatter.

But a few weren't so accommodating—especially those unafraid of Shrek's reputation.

Feng Xiaotian from the Godwind Academy was one of them. He sneered at the group and muttered, "A bunch of hypocrites."

He turned to Shi Yi and called out, "Hey kid, come over here. We've got clean water. No poison."

With that, Feng Xiaotian unscrewed his water flask, raised it high, and downed it in one go. Not a drop was left. He even turned the flask upside down and waved it mockingly at Tang San.

Then he realized… the flask was now empty. A bit embarrassed, he chuckled and said, "Oops, that one's dry. Hold on, I've got another."

He pulled out a fresh flask, took a light sip to show it was safe, and passed it to Shi Yi.

The boy looked at the older brother's open sincerity and, combined with his burning thirst, finally took the flask and began to drink greedily.

"Ahhh~!" He let out a satisfied cry as he gulped it down. His cheeks puffed adorably, drawing a chorus of aww from the onlookers.

Hopping off the turtle's back, Shi Yi let the beast shrink into a palm-sized turtle and perch on his hand. He gave it a sip too, just enough to keep it going until they could find a river or a water-type soul master for help.

Shi Yi patted his chest and looked up at Feng Xiaotian with bright eyes.

"My daddy always said—never take a favor for free! Don't worry, big bro, I'll definitely pay you back!"

"No need," Feng Xiaotian laughed, waving him off. "Just a bit of water, no big deal."

But Shi Yi didn't stop. He rifled through his travel bundle, muttering to himself.

"Hmm… what should I give…"

He'd left in such a hurry, there really wasn't much in there. Then, his eyes lit up—several pieces of radiant bone fragments gleamed faintly from within.

"Got it! I'll give him this!"

Shi Yi beamed and pulled out a shimmering chunk of soul bone, handing it to Feng Xiaotian.

"Here, big brother… it's my gift to you!"

Feng Xiaotian thought it was just some trinket, so he accepted it casually—until the weight and texture hit him. Then he froze.

"Holy shit… is this a soul bone?!"

"Soul bone?!"

"Where? Let me see!"

Feng Xiaotian's shout drew every gaze toward him. As they saw the glowing object in his hands, the air practically exploded.

"Damn! It is a soul bone!"

"And it's… it's a ten-thousand-year soul bone?! No way…"

"Those are priceless! In auctions, a piece like that could go for hundreds—thousands—of gold soul coins! And that's if you can even find one!"

"I heard even a Titled Douluo once spent decades searching for a single right leg bone soul bone and never found it. That's how rare these are!"

Everyone was stunned. This wasn't just rare—it was legendary. Even the Spirit Hall, the most powerful force on the continent, barely had a few pieces in its vaults.

These were strategic-level resources. Each one could be passed down like a family heirloom. Even after a soul master's death, soul bones remained.

"Where the hell is this kid from? That's insanely generous."

"I feel like I just lost a billion gold coins…"

"If I'd known giving a kid some water would get me a soul bone, I would've brought an entire water tank!" someone said bitterly. "Shrek's people must be dying inside right now…"

Indeed, Tang San's expression was as if he'd swallowed manure. He never expected a mere water flask to cost him a soul bone. A ten-thousand-year one, at that.

Ning Rongrong and the other girls weren't looking any better.

They'd been among the first to offer water to Shi Yi—if only that guy hadn't ruined it all…

"Brother San… next time you want to do something like that," Ning Rongrong said, "maybe talk to us first?"

"Yeah… we're out in the world now. Can't just lash out over every little thing. It makes us all look petty," Zhu Zhuqing added.

Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Oscar remained silent. But none of them refuted the girls' words.

They… kind of agreed.

"You all…" Tang San's expression darkened. He wanted to yell at them.

Ungrateful bastards!

He'd just given each of them a precious immortal herb—each one more potent than a soul bone—and asked for nothing in return. Now they dared call him petty?

Absurd!

"A bunch of short-sighted fools… If I didn't need your background support and the influence of your clans, you think I'd even waste my time with you garbage?"

Though his mind seethed with fury, his face remained composed. He forced a kind smile and nodded.

"You're right. I'll be more careful next time."

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