Nine-Headed Serpent

Seeing Zhu Zhuqing emerge from Chen Feng's shadow, Ning Rongrong's good mood, which had been lifted by passing the test, immediately soured.

A shadow fell over her face, and her cheeks bulged with anger.

Seeing Ning Rongrong like this, Bai Chenxiang quickly stepped forward and whispered words of comfort.

The others didn't notice this scene; their attention was entirely on Zhao Wuji.

Upon hearing Zhu Zhuqing's words, Zhao Wuji chuckled and said:

"It's my own fault for being careless. You're quite clever, little girl; you knew to hide and buy time when things got bad."

Zhu Zhuqing smiled sheepishly; she hadn't actually done much in this battle.

Aside from the initial minor injury inflicted on Zhao Wuji Zhao Wuji by her Breakthrough Strike due to his carelessness, she was generally unable to harm Zhao Wuji after he activated his Immovable Ming King Body.

This is the inevitable situation when an assassin fights a heavily Heavy Armor Warrior, especially when the assassin is several levels weaker; breaking through the warrior's defenses becomes extremely difficult.

Chen Feng fared slightly better. He used the enhanced gravity released by Zhao Wuji and the height difference created by the Blue Silver Grass to inflict considerable damage on Zhao Wuji with his Heavy Sword and Sharpness Soul Skill.

But he only managed to get a minor scratch; after all, with the Great Vajra Bear Martial Soul Possession, Zhao Wuji was still too tough and resilient.

At this moment, Zhao Wuji had already canceled the Martial Soul Possession. He appeared to be covered in wounds, but in reality, they were all just superficial injuries and did not have much of an impact.

Most of these were caused by Xiao Wu's Moon Blade, and the rest were Chen Feng's handiwork.

Bai Chenxiang's feathers did not cause any damage, because her attack power was weaker than Zhu Zhuqing's, and she couldn't break through Zhao Wuji Immovable Ming King Body form.

"Hiss~ You guys are really something. You managed to make me bleed even after I activated my First Soul Skill. Oscar, get over here right now!"

After shouting at the top of his lungs, Zhao Wuji looked at Xiao Wu and said:

"Your attacks are the strongest, little girl. You're quite qualified as a marksman, but your habits are really bad. What's with you always using Flash to jump next to me? Are you looking down on me?"

Xiao Wu stuck out her tongue, not daring to utter a sound. This was an old habit of hers; ever since she acquired her Third Spirit Skill, Flash, she had a strong liking for using Flash to get close to enemies.

Chen Feng and Tang San had told her off many times, but she still couldn't break the habit.

Then, Zhao Wuji looked at Chen Feng, nodded, and said:

"You did very well too, using the effect of my Soul Skill to attack me, which was something I didn't expect. However, your sword is still a bit slow, which is a major weakness."

"Yes, I intend to solve this problem with my Third Spirit Skill," Chen Feng agreed.

"Well, that's good." Zhao Wuji didn't say much more to Chen Feng.

Although he knew Chen Feng's identity, he didn't know if these children were all reliable, and it wasn't convenient to discuss it too deeply in front of everyone.

Then Zhao Wuji's gaze fell on Tang San, and he asked:

What exactly is your Martial Soul?

"It's Blue Silver Grass, Teacher Zhao," Tang San replied.

"Blue Silver Grass?" Zhao Wuji was taken aback. "Blue Silver Grass can be cultivated to this extent?"

"It's all up to human effort," Tang San said with a smile.

"Man proposes, God disposes? That's right, it really is Little Monster." Zhao Wuji nodded approvingly, then looked at Bai Chenxiang and said:

"If I'm not mistaken, your Martial Soul is... the Point-tailed Swift?"

"Yes, Teacher Zhao," Bai Chenxiang said.

"So you're from the Speed Clan," Zhao Wuji said, stroking his buzz cut. "Speaking of which, I was once hunted down by people from Four Clans."

"Huh?" Bai Chenxiang was taken aback, and everyone else's eyes widened as well.

Seeing their expressions, Zhao Wuji laughed and said:

"Don't worry, adults' matters are adults' matters, and have nothing to do with you kids. I won't make things difficult for you, little girl. Besides, it wasn't the Speed Clan that chased me back then, so I won't hold it against you."

"Thank you, Teacher Zhao." Bai Chenxiang breathed a sigh of relief.

"Alright, that's enough for now. I'm not exactly a smooth talker. The dean took the students on Soul Hunting trip a while ago and should be back in the next few days. You guys can familiarize yourselves with the environment first."

After saying that, Zhao Wuji raised his voice and roared again:

"Oscar, where the hell have you been? I've been calling you for ages and you still haven't come. Don't you even know you're a Recovery Type support character?"

"Coming, coming, Teacher Zhao, I just went to Tofu." A man with a full beard ran over.

Surprisingly, this burly man had a soft, almost feminine voice.

"You're selling Tofu my ass! Even if someone wanted to buy some, the Tofu would scare them away!" Zhao Wuji said irritably. "Alright, enough nonsense, give me a serving of Tofu."

"Alright, here you go, cute Xiangxiang tender Tofu!" The burly man struck a rather effeminate pose, and several pieces of Tofu appeared in his hand.

He handed the pieces of Tofu to Zhao Wuji and asked curiously:

"Teacher Zhao, what happened to you? Who hurt you?"

"What do you mean by 'injured'? I only got a few scrapes!" Zhao Wuji said defiantly, picking up a piece of Tofu and eating it.

Then he pointed at Tang San and said:

"Get a few pieces for that kid too. I slapped him earlier. He looks fine, but he might still be hurt somewhere."

Seeing the burly man heading his way, Tang San immediately sprang to his senses and quickly said:

"No need, no need. My Martial Soul has regenerative abilities; I'm already healed."

To be honest, the burly man's actions just now disgusted him.

He had such a rugged and bold appearance, with a thick beard that covered half his face, yet his voice was soft and his movements were so effeminate.

Well... to use Chen Feng's words, it's hard to evaluate.

After eating the Tofu, Zhao Wuji's minor injuries healed quickly. He went to Tang San's side to check on him and exclaimed in surprise:

"You're completely unharmed, that's incredible. Can you use this regenerative ability on other people?"

"Yes." Tang San nodded.

"Not bad, not bad. Looks like we won't have to eat Oscar's Stinky Tofu anymore," Zhao Wuji said with a smile.

"Teacher Zhao, how could you be so ungrateful?" Oscar said in a tone of grief and indignation.

"What do you mean by 'crossing the river and then destroying the bridge'? Your Tofu has such a strong smell, who would eat it if it didn't heal injuries?" Zhao Wuji sneered.

"That's right, even I wouldn't eat it," Ma Hongjun chimed in, picking his nose.

However, before he could finish speaking, someone said:

"Could I have a piece of Tofu?"

Ma Hongjun stared blankly, and seeing that it was Chen Feng asking Oscar for Tofu, he said in surprise:

"Dude, you have some unusual tastes."

"You... you want to take Tofu of me?" Oscar said, touched.

"... Don't make it sound so disgusting. I just want to compare your recovery and the Xiao San's recovery results," Chen Feng said speechlessly.

"No problem, go ahead and compete." Oscar handed the Tofu in his hand to Chen Feng.

Chen Feng ate the Tofu without changing his expression, feeling a warm current spreading in his stomach, instantly dispelling the fatigue from the battle. This feeling of complete comfort made him raise his eyebrows.

"How was it? How was the result?" Oscar asked expectantly.

Whether he can retain his title as Shrek Academy's top healing-type Soul Master depends on this handsome young man's evaluation.

Chen Feng turned around and saw Tang San looking at him curiously, so he said:

"Its recovery speed is much faster than your Blue Silver Grass, and the effects are more noticeable. In battle or similar emergencies, this kind of Tofu is more suitable."

Tang San nodded, not surprised by the outcome.

As Chen Feng had said before, although Blue Silver Grass can be cultivated in a support direction, its support effect will not be stronger than those dedicated support-type Martial Soul.

At that time, Tang San did not fully understand the meaning of those words, but after experiencing the effects of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda today, he realized that Chen Feng had been too conservative in his words and was probably just saving face for him.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, all in one look!

If Tang San were to evaluate the Blue Silver Grass and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda himself, he would say that the Blue Silver Grass's support capabilities are not even a hair's breadth inferior to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda's.

After all, he's only doing it part-time, while the other person is a professional; it's normal that he can't compare.

Therefore, Tang San was very glad that he had listened to Chen Feng's advice and embarked on another path of fully amplifying his own Life Force.

As soon as Chen Feng finished giving his assessment, Oscar gave him a thumbs up, "Young man, you really have a good eye! Don't worry, you'll have plenty of Tofu if you want it from now on!"

"Just Tofu? You should have another Soul Skill, right? Can I have a taste?" Chen Feng said with a smile.

Others might find Oscar's Tofu smelly, but in his past life he loved eating Tofu, so the smell didn't bother him at all; in fact, it gave him a nostalgic feeling.

"No problem, from now on, as long as it's food I can summon, you can have as much as you want." Oscar's eyes were a little red.

It's really not easy. He's been in this Academy for so many years, and the food he creates has always been disliked. Unless it's absolutely necessary, no one will eat the food he summons.

Even a glutton like Ma Hongjun refused to eat the food he summoned.

Even the dean only acknowledged the effectiveness of his food, but felt that its color, aroma, and taste were all rather unsatisfactory.

Now that someone could finally appreciate the deliciousness of his food, Oscar vowed to himself that this handsome young man would be his best friend from now on.

"A young and beautiful clove of garlic!" Oscar made a Orchid Finger, and a clove of garlic appeared in his palm.

Here, have a taste.

Chen Feng took the Sweet Garlic and couldn't help but say:

"Can you stop making such effeminate gestures when you summon food?"

"There's a reason for that," Oscar explained earnestly. "Using specific postures when using Soul Skill can accelerate the reaction of Soul Power and increase the speed of using Soul Skill."

"Of course I know that, but does your pose have to be so effeminate?" Chen Feng said helplessly.

"This... isn't something I can control." Oscar tapped his two index fingers Starting Point, looking aggrieved.

If he were a cute girl, this gesture would be adorable, but given his current burly, masculine appearance, it only makes people feel disgusted.

"Hoo~" Xiao Wu's voice came from behind. Chen Feng turned around and saw that many people's faces were a little green, obviously disgusted by Oscar.

Chen Feng himself felt a little nauseous, so he quickly ate a piece of Sweet Garlic to calm his nerves.

"It tastes pretty good," he said, chewing on a clove of Sweet Garlic.

As a member of a Great Foodie Empire, Chen Feng can eat almost anything as long as the food isn't too disgusting, like fermented mung bean juice.

In his opinion, Oscar's Sweet Garlic tasted pretty good, even better than the Sweet Garlic he had in his previous life.

Therefore, Chen Feng didn't quite understand why the people here would dislike Oscar's food.

"You... you really think my food is delicious?" Oscar's voice trembled slightly.

"Hmm, I think it tastes pretty good," Chen Feng said.

"You have such great taste, buddy." Oscar gave a thumbs up.

"Is this guy's sense of taste going to be messed up?" Ma Hongjun muttered to himself.

"You don't know anything! This guy is the one who truly appreciates good food. You're just a glutton! You can't possibly understand the beauty of food," Oscar said angrily.

"Alright, alright, whatever happens, happens." Zhao Wuji waved his hand and turned to walk into the village. "Little Fatty, show them around and get their dorms settled. Tomorrow, everyone gather at the main playground; I'll give you a lesson."

Zhao Wuji is here to teach? Chen Feng's expression was somewhat strange.

Is this muscular guy trying to teach them how to wrestle?

It's not that Chen Feng had the wrong idea; it's just that Zhao Wuji's appearance reminded him of the dressing room video he'd seen in his previous life.

With mixed feelings, Chen Feng and the others followed Ma Hongjun toward the student dormitory, while Oscar had to tidy up his Tofu stall, so he didn't go with them.

As they walked, Ma Hongjun explained the rules of the Shrek Academy.

The rules were simple: rape and plunder were forbidden, but fighting and gambling were encouraged.

Then he continued:

"I took a quick look during the day, and the other applicants all seem a bit lacking; it'll probably be difficult for them to pass the assessment. So, this year, there should only be six of you new students."

"In that case, should we give ourselves a name?" Chen Feng asked.

"A name?" Ma Hongjun thought for a moment, "How about we call them the Shrek Nine Monsters? We can add more if anyone comes up later."

"I think this name is a bit old-fashioned, what do you guys think?" Chen Feng asked the others.

Ning Rongrong: "I also think it won't work."

Xiao Wu: "It sounds awful."

Zhu Zhuqing: "Completely tasteless."

"Then you guys come up with one?" Ma Hongjun asked, unconvinced.

"There are eight of us now, but if you include Big Brother Dai isn't here, that makes nine."

A smile appeared on Chen Feng's face. "In that case, how about calling it Nine-Headed Serpent?"