Oscar's purpose in going to Holy Spirit Village was simple:
To obtain the Blue Silver Emperor's Right Leg Bone left behind by Tang San's mother.
Some might think this was going too far. After all, Tang San hadn't provoked Oscar. Even if Oscar disliked Grandmaster's style, was it really fair to vent that on Tang San?
Tang San had never even seen his mother's face, and yet Oscar was about to plunder her final legacy?
But the truth was different.
Had Oscar never met Dugu Yan, never gained the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, never obtained his mighty fourth spirit ability, he would never have entertained such thoughts.
Now, however, the circumstances had all aligned—heaven's timing, earth's advantage, and human harmony—everything stood in Oscar's favor.
He had no reason not to seize this chance.
Because Oscar was no longer just one person.
He had a lover.
A teacher.
A grandfather.
Brothers.
Even an entire "Spiritjade Sword Sect."
So he wasn't acting only for himself—he was planning for the future of all those tied to him.
Without ascending to godhood, they would all inevitably be washed away by the endless river of history.
…Fine, to be honest, Oscar just wanted the spirit bone.
But it was also true: with greater strength, he could protect the people around him.
For the moment, Oscar didn't harbor resentment toward Tang San. But this opportunity was simply too good to pass up.
Tang Hao was gone. If Oscar didn't pluck some wool off the family sheep now, when would he?
And besides, he wasn't entirely selfish—he had even prepared whale glue as a gift for Tang San.
Of course, Tang San would first have to pass Dean Flender's entrance tests at Shrek Academy to even have a chance of receiving it.
Oscar's schemes went far beyond this one.
Some of his clones had already located the entrance to the Slaughter City, venturing inside to probe and collect intelligence.
Oscar didn't expect clones to survive the full Hell Road trial. What mattered was reconnaissance—experience to guide his true body in the future.
Other clones had already journeyed to Sea God Island, attempting to see if even clones could touch the Sea God's Trials.
Everywhere across the continent, Oscar's shadows worked in silence.
And thanks to the Copy Sausage, they could even alter their martial spirits, ensuring that, unless slain, their disguises would never fade.
More than that, Oscar's hunger for different martial spirits drove his clones to infiltrate arenas across the continent, battling in the Great Spirit Arena to harvest blood samples.
With blood came new clones, and with clones came new paths.
Thus, the Spiritjade Sword Sect grew more and more real, more varied, more powerful.
Flender, Zhao Wuji, Ma Hongjun, Dai Mubai—Oscar had already "milked" them all dry of samples.
The only one untouched was Gai Yue. His Frostmoon Sword was unique on the entire continent. If the Wind Sword Sect learned he lived, they would never rest until he was erased.
With just one of Dugu Bo's clones, Oscar could annihilate the Wind Sword Sect in an afternoon.
But Gai Yue forbade it.
This was his blood feud, the massacre of his clan. He would avenge it with his own hands—or else never find peace.
At rank 89, Gai Yue was one step from Titled Douluo. He swore that upon breaking through, he would personally wipe Wind Sword Sect from existence.
Children, elders, disciples—no one would be spared.
Some might call that cruel. But Oscar understood the world now: when an avalanche falls, not a single snowflake is innocent.
When Wind Sword Sect slaughtered Gai Yue's clan, they hadn't spared the children either.
Mercy only let seeds of vengeance survive.
To truly end hatred, the roots must be torn out.
Oscar supported his teacher's resolve completely.
When Oscar's clones arrived near Holy Spirit Village, they launched a thorough search.
He had already obtained detailed maps of the surrounding mountains. According to the original history, Tang San's mother's ten-thousand-year-old right leg bone lay hidden within those peaks.
The outer mountains were treacherous—sheer cliffs like walls, peaks piercing the clouds. Even Soul Kings struggled to climb them.
Deep inside, there was a sapphire-clear pool, fed by a waterfall two hundred meters tall and twenty meters wide. Behind its roaring curtain was the hidden cave where Tang San's mother—transformed into a Blue Silver Emperor—still lingered.
Oscar remembered it clearly from the original tale. Tang Hao received Ah Yin's sacrifice, and Tang San inherited her spirit bone.
Now it was Oscar's turn to rewrite that fate.
Armed with maps and with seven sword-riding clones scouring the skies, Oscar found the place in just one day.
Hovering in formation, they didn't land immediately. They remained above the waterfall, wary of traps left by Tang Hao.
After scanning carefully, they descended midway up the falls.
One clone donned white gloves, slipped through the water, and searched the stone face. According to memory, there was a hidden mechanism camouflaged by a Blue Silver Grass sprout.
Seven clones worked methodically. In only fifteen minutes, they found it.
A concealed bud. A gentle press.
A narrow stone door opened, revealing the cave.
Floating inside without leaving footprints, wearing shoe-covers to erase any trace, the seven clones entered like seasoned thieves.
At the center was a small, clear pool. Beside it grew a single stalk of Blue Silver Emperor, shimmering with golden veins.
Ah Yin.
The stalk trembled slightly at their arrival, leaves folding inward as if in fear.
Oscar noticed—and smiled coldly.
One clone muttered loudly, "To think Tang Hao planted a Blue Silver Emperor here… If we take it away, how furious would he be?"
Another snarled, "That Tang Hao crippled our Pope! Were it not for him, we would never have been cast aside by the world!"
Every clone echoed with anger, their voices heavy with venom.
Oscar's ploy was simple: leave the blame on Spirit Hall.
If somehow Ah Yin could still communicate with Tang Hao, then she would report Spirit Hall as the thief.
It was a perfect frame-up.
The clones searched quickly, and above the Blue Silver Emperor, they discovered a vine-wrapped metal box.
With careful gloves, they retrieved it without a sound.
It was heavy—at least a hundred pounds. And it blocked the spirit bone's aura completely.
Opening it with a conjured jade sword, a flood of pure life energy burst forth. The Blue Silver Emperor shuddered violently.
Inside lay the Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone.
Flight.
Healing.
The perfect, universal abilities.
The clones resealed the box, stored it safely, and then turned to Ah Yin herself.
Without hesitation, one clone dug her out, wrapped her like a mere herb, and stuffed her into a cloth bag.
Compassion had no place here.
Then, with malicious smiles, the clones carved words into the stone wall: a hateful manifesto in the name of Spirit Hall.
When Tang Hao returned, he would find not just an empty cave, but a planted enemy to rage against.
Oscar's conscience?
Clean.
After all, he had even left Tang Hao a target for his fury.
The seven clones departed at terrifying speed, consuming Swift Rain Swallow Sausages to vanish into the mountains.
They left behind no trace.
Only an empty cave, a missing spirit bone, a stolen Blue Silver Emperor, and words scorched into the stone:
"Spirit Hall was here."
Meanwhile, in Soto City, Tang San and Xiao Wu finally arrived to enroll at Shrek Academy.
But this Shrek was not quite the same as in the original history. Flender was absent, in closed-door cultivation, preparing to break through again.
Far behind them, Tang Hao shadowed his son silently. For an instant, he felt a flicker of unease. But he sensed no danger and dismissed it as his broken body's warning.
He did not know that at this very moment…
His family's last treasure was already gone.