Lan Minghua, Become Stronger by Taking Disciples

So he pointed at Lan Minghua and asked Dai Mubai, "Boss Dai, is he also a teacher at the academy?"

"Yes, he's a teacher the dean newly recruited yesterday. But with that appearance, he's really tarnishing Shrek's reputation."

Dai Mubai knew Lan Minghua's strength, so he only dared to slander him in a low voice.

"Then how is his strength? How does he compare to Teacher Zhao?" Tang San asked again.

Xiao Wu was nervous, afraid that Lan Minghua was a Soul Douluo and would detect her identity as a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast in human form.

Ning Rongrong was curious, wanting to know the teaching staff strength of this small Shrek Academy.

Zhu Zhuqing was indifferent, holding no hope for the teachers of Shrek Academy, which had fallen to such a state.

Although Dai Mubai was unconvinced by Lan Minghua, he had also learned about his strength from Ma Hongjun.

"According to Teacher Zhao, he is at least a Soul Saint Expert, probably similar to the dean."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Wu patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

Ning Rongrong's mouth widened slightly, she hadn't expected Shrek to have at least three Soul Saints.

Zhu Zhuqing remained calm, only thinking about how to become stronger.

While they were appraising Lan Minghua, Lan Minghua was also appraising them.

And he had already activated the System Talent Score detection, their system talent scores appearing in Lan Minghua's eyes.

[Tang San: System Talent Score 95. Martial Soul: Emperor Blue Silver Grass, Clear Sky Hammer.]

[Xiao Wu: System Talent Score 92. Martial Soul: Soft Bone Rabbit (Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast transformation).]

[Dai Mubai: System Talent Score 85. Martial Soul: Evil Eye White Tiger.]

[Ning Rongrong: System Talent Score 83. Martial Soul: Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda.]

[Zhu Zhuqing: System Talent Score 82. Martial Soul: Hell Spirit Cat.]

Lan Minghua stroked his stubble and thought to himself, "It's about as I expected, their System Talent Scores are all above 80. But only Tang San and Xiao Wu broke 90."

As for Ma Hongjun, his talent score was probably similar to Dai Mubai's.

After some thought, he felt it was reasonable.

Without the help of Immortal Herbs, except for Tang San and Oscar, others might not have the chance to become gods.

Especially Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing.

Without the help of Aromatic Silk Beauty, Ning Rongrong's martial soul could not evolve into the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda, and she could only stop at Soul Saint in this life.

Zhu Zhuqing's Hell Spirit Cat wasn't a top-tier martial soul. Its greatest use was merely having a martial soul fusion skill with the Evil Eye White Tiger.

Tang San had Twin Martial Souls, so his talent was naturally beyond question.

Xiao Wu was a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast in human form, so her talent was also not low.

Therefore, the System Talent Score was very fair and didn't deviate much from what Lan Minghua had thought.

Although their talent scores all exceeded 80, Lan Minghua didn't have the urge to take them all as disciples.

Lan Minghua had three requirements for taking disciples.

First, intuition.

Second, character.

Third, talent.

Only those who passed all three criteria would he consider taking as disciples.

And among the four people, only Zhu Zhuqing met all three conditions.

Zhao Wuji saw that Lan Minghua's attention was almost entirely on Tang San and the others, and assumed he was very interested.

He wanted to see Lan Minghua's strength, so he went along with it.

"Huazi, why don't you take the last round for me? That way, I can see your strength, how about it?"

"Me? Aren't you afraid I'll eliminate them all?" Lan Minghua said softly.

Zhao Wuji leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Do as you please, just don't kill them. You have to suppress the arrogance of geniuses, otherwise, you won't be able to teach them. No matter the outcome, it won't affect their joining Shrek."

"Alright. Then I'll take this tribulation for you. Remember to treat me to drinks!"

Lan Minghua's completely irrelevant remark left Zhao Wuji stunned.

Tribulation? What tribulation!

However, he still patted his chest and promised, "Okay, I'll treat you to drinks tonight, and we won't go home until we're drunk."

"Thank you, boss! The boss is generous!"

Lan Minghua cupped his hands towards Zhao Wuji, his eyes subtly glancing towards a certain dark corner.

"Zhao Wuji fears you, Tang Hao, but I don't. If you dare to come looking for trouble tonight, we'll see whose fist is harder."

Tang Hao, hidden in the shadows, suddenly felt a chill and looked around suspiciously. "Why do I have a bad feeling? Did someone from Martial Soul Hall find me?"

This thought was immediately dismissed. He was very confident in his methods of hiding.

He didn't take it seriously, wanting to see how far Tang San had grown in Six Years.

Tang San and the other three were stunned. Didn't they say it was Zhao Wuji? Why did it change?

They had just finished understanding Zhao Wuji, and now they had to deal with a Soul Saint they knew nothing about?

What was the point of playing anymore!

Zhao Wuji shouted, "What are you looking at? It's the same whether it's me or Huazi. If we've discussed it, let's begin!"

Without giving them a chance to retort, he lit an incense stick and threw it on the ground.

Lan Minghua stood in the center of the arena with a wine bottle in his left hand and rubbing his stomach with his right, his stance full of openings.

He said faintly to Tang San and the other three, "Bring it on, I'm in a hurry."

In the vast space, the atmosphere was so tense it felt like it could solidify.

Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing stood in front, while Ning Rongrong stayed behind.

Dai Mubai whispered, "Tang San, don't disappoint me. If you have the chance, teach him a good lesson."

Tang San nodded slightly. Although he didn't know why Dai Mubai hated Lan Minghua.

But Lan Minghua had just scared Xiao Wu, so he had to pay the price.

Xiao Wu's face was no longer fearful, but instead showed eagerness to try.

A mere Soul Saint was nothing to fear.

Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong were on high alert, ready to strike at any moment.

Lan Minghua looked at them and said faintly, "Bring it on, I'm in a hurry."

Seeing this, Tang San let out a low shout, "Attack!"

"Seven Treasures Exuding Glaze Light, First: Power. Second: Speed!"

Ning Rongrong was the first to release her Soul Skill, instantly boosting the strength and speed of Tang San and the others.

Tang San didn't have time to be shocked by the enhancement to his body and quickly made his move.

"First Soul Skill, Entangle!"

In an instant, countless Blue Silver Grass surged from the ground, sweeping towards Lan Minghua like a tide.

At the same time, Xiao Wu shot out like an arrow from a bow.

In the blink of an eye, she was above Lan Minghua's head, her right leg raised high, splitting the air, and smashing towards his head like a heavy hammer.

Zhu Zhuqing vanished from her original spot in an instant. When she reappeared, she was already behind Lan Minghua.

"Second Soul Skill, Nether Hundred Claws!"

Sharp cat claws flashed with black light, striking lightning-fast towards Lan Minghua's back.

However, Lan Minghua, facing the sudden three-pronged attack, showed no change in expression, as if he had anticipated it long ago.

He clearly sensed the attacks from the three individuals. Without rushing to defend, he slowly raised his right leg and stomped down hard on the ground.

With a deafening boom, earth flew, and a shockwave erupted from Lan Minghua as the center.

Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing, who were closer, were instantly sent flying, unable to resist at all.

The Blue Silver Grass, which had surged like a tide, abruptly snapped, turning into a pile of dust under the shockwave.

Zhu Zhuqing flipped continuously, stabilizing her body, and was about to launch another attack.

However, Lan Minghua's figure disappeared from her sight.

Suddenly, a voice came from behind her.

"Pretty Girl, were you looking for me?"

Zhu Zhuqing's pupils contracted sharply. Her legs felt as if they were filled with lead; she couldn't move at all.