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Chapter 376.

"Wait, kid!"

Wang Feng called out sternly, "I've got something else for you here—a wooden carving. Give this to the owner of those other carvings."

With a flick of his wrist, Wang Feng drew his palm through the air, and a nearby tree splintered apart with a thunderous crack, leaving behind a smooth, bare wooden stick. The stick was thicker than the previous carvings, and Wang Feng began to work with precision. His fingertips moved like blades, tracing rapid arcs around the wood, flashes of light dancing with each motion.

Within moments, countless splinters and shavings flew away, and before long, two lifelike figures emerged from the once-simple stick.

Thanks to his current power and finely honed physique, Wang Feng could achieve this level of craftsmanship effortlessly, despite having no formal training in sculpting. In his previous life, such skill would have required at least a decade of dedicated practice. Now, with his Dustless Glazed Body, creating such intricate works was the labor of a mere cup of tea.

"No, give her these two instead," Wang Feng decided after some thought.

One of the carvings depicted himself as the six-ringed Soul Emperor, adorned in a white robe with a black mask. Back then, only Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong had been perceptive enough to suspect his true identity. Though he hadn't admitted it at the time, they had shared that understanding as a quiet secret.

The other carving represented a woman, Ning Rongrong fused with Golden Lotus during their martial fusion. The figure was resplendent, resembling a golden goddess—radiant, noble, and sacred.

"Listen, kid," Wang Feng warned, his tone sharp. "If you dare sell these two, I'll make sure someone sells you."

"Whoa! These are beautiful statues… They even look kind of familiar…" The little boy marveled at the carvings before suddenly realizing something. "Wait! Big brother, where did you go?"

When he looked up, Wang Feng had vanished.

The boy quickly sprinted back into town, heading toward a pavilion in its center. Climbing the stairs to the top floor, he burst through the curtains and exclaimed, "Sister Rongrong! I just met a strange guy outside. He didn't buy your statues but gave me these two instead. Said they're for you. What a peculiar big brother…"

Inside the pavilion, a woman sat by the window on a wooden chair. She faced the endless fields of rapeseed stretching beyond the town and was carefully working on an unfinished wooden sculpture in her hands. Her long, flowing hair cascaded gently down her back, secured by a simple hairpiece. She wore a light green dress that accentuated her graceful, curvaceous figure.

Upon hearing the boy's voice, the woman paused, setting down her carving knife. She gently blew the sawdust off her latest creation, revealing a finely detailed new sculpture. Then, she turned to face the boy, her exquisite features bathed in soft light. Her smile was warm, her eyes shining with a mixture of curiosity and gentle authority.

"What did you bring? Let me see."

The boy handed her the two wooden carvings with a wide grin. "This one looks just like you, doesn't it?"

But as he finished speaking, he noticed her expression shift dramatically. The woman froze, staring at the carvings in stunned silence. A tremor ran through her body, and her delicate hands began to shake. Tears welled up in her eyes, sparkling like autumn dew, before cascading down her cheeks.

Plop.

The sound of her tears hitting the wooden floor echoed softly as she held the carvings close, murmuring, "You're still alive… You must be alive…"

Her voice quivered with emotion as she gazed at the carvings, lost in a sea of memories.

Wang Feng hadn't expected that in Suotuo City—once the site of the original Shrek Academy—a town would be established by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. They had even named it "Maple Town," and he was certain Ning Rongrong was the mastermind behind it.

Her reasons, however, remained unclear.

Reflecting on the wooden carvings he had left with the boy, Wang Feng's heart felt a strange mix of emotions. The past, it seemed, had a way of surfacing unexpectedly.

For a while, he pondered whether he should visit the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Sect. But after some thought, he decided against it. Meeting her now wouldn't be appropriate.

Over the next few days, Wang Feng traveled through Suotuo City, visiting places both familiar and new. He even caught wind of news about Oscar and Ma Hongjun. Although a year remained before the Shrek Seven's agreed meeting, hearing about them filled him with a quiet longing.

Wang Feng's journey was swift. He rarely stayed in one place for more than a few days, observing the stories unfolding in each city—tales about himself, about others, and about the ever-changing world around him. In the four years since he had left, much had shifted on the continent.

The most notable of all was the legacy of his alias, the mysterious "Jiu Yikai," which had spread far and wide. Meanwhile, Oscar and Ma Hongjun had carved out their own reputations as formidable soul masters. Both had achieved impressive strength, reaching the fifty-seventh level, their talents honed by the immortal herbs they once consumed.

Oscar, ever the culinary enthusiast, had pioneered an array of new soul master dishes, with his signature creation being the Jinhua Sausage Pot. This dish combined over ten different ingredients from land, sea, and air. Its rich flavors and tender textures captivated the soul master community.

When Wang Feng heard this, he chuckled. "Sounds like a Douluo version of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall."

As for Ma Hongjun, his EvilFire Phoenix martial soul had continued to evolve, even without finding a compatible partner. Together, he and Oscar had earned the nickname "Sausage Phoenix"—a title that left Wang Feng speechless.

After wandering through the Heaven Dou Empire for months, visiting countless towns and cities, Wang Feng eventually reached its border and stepped into the Star Luo Empire's territory.

For three months, he journeyed alone, witnessing the diverse cultures and lives of people across the continent. Each encounter, whether with industrious civilians, cunning merchants, or noble soul masters, added to his understanding of the world.

Through this ordinary yet profound travel, Wang Feng felt a subtle transformation within himself. Though he couldn't pinpoint the change, it resonated deeply, hinting at a new level of insight.

In the end, following an instinctive pull, he marked a spot on his map—the distant Star Luo Empire. His next destination was set.

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