Lan Minghua: Become Stronger by Taking Disciples

In an instant, Divine Machine Hundred Refinements had reached perfection.

Lan Minghua beckoned to a dry branch on the ground, and it flew steadily into his hand.

"Is this how Matter Transformation and Object Manipulation work?"

Two to three seconds later, the originally fragile branch had undergone Matter Transformation.

His eyes narrowed, and the branch hovered in the air. Object Manipulation was also achieved.

Lan Minghua raised his hand, aiming at the trunk of a large tree not far away, and a thought moved.

The branch shot out with a "whoosh," like an arrow leaving a bowstring, piercing the air.

In the blink of an eye, the thick tree trunk was easily pierced as if it were thin paper.

It finally embedded itself into a rock behind the tree before coming to a halt.

Lan Minghua felt the surging power within his body and was very satisfied.

Now, even among Soul Saints, he was an outstanding existence.

With Wretched Fate Hua's terrifying internal energy, he could now even contend with a Soul Douluo.

Now it was time to take on a disciple. To live comfortably on the Douluo Continent, his current strength was far from enough.

Looking at Suotuo City in the distance, Lan Minghua strode towards it.

His desire to take on a disciple reached its peak, and he even forgot his current beggar-like appearance.

Unbeknownst to him, he had stumbled upon it by chance, and the progress of his Wretched Fate Hua template role-play was slowly increasing.

After all, role-playing was imitation, and wearing similar clothes was naturally part of it.

Not long after Lan Minghua left, two figures came bouncing to this spot.

"Xiao San, is that Suotuo City? It's really far from Nuoding City. No, you have to compensate me."

"Of course, I will compensate you well, Xiao Wu. Once we enter Suotuo City, you can eat whatever you want."

The two were none other than Little Scamp and Bus Rabbit, and their purpose in coming to Suotuo City was to join Shrek Academy.

Suotuo City, shouts and calls of vendors intertwined, forming a unique urban symphony.

Vendors waved their goods, their faces filled with the enthusiasm of bargaining.

Lan Minghua walked down the street, looking at the wide variety of dazzling goods with great interest.

"Even the Fantasy Underworld isn't inferior to modernity in terms of prosperity."

Although there were no technological products like cars, there were carriages, and even Soul Beasts pulling carriages.

Looking at the crowds coming and going, Wretched Fate Hua wondered if he could find a genius disciple.

"System, check the System Talent Score of the crowd."

Instantly, in Lan Minghua's eyes, a string of numbers floated above everyone's heads.

"12, 8, 20, 25..."

His gaze swept over the vendors, children, and even the elderly in front of him.

He found that the highest System Talent Score among these people was only in the twenties, far from the score of 80.

Lan Minghua's mood plummeted. He had thought recruiting a disciple would be easy.

He hadn't expected that very few people would reach a System Talent Score of 80.

"It seems recruiting disciples isn't a simple matter. It's necessary to go to Shrek Academy."

Lan Minghua had to admit that, setting aside the character of the Shrek Seven Devils, they were indeed very talented individuals.

Moreover, among the Shrek Seven Devils, if certain individuals hadn't been led astray by Tang San, their character would have been more acceptable.

"Selling sausages, fragrant Big Sausages, come and try!"

Just then, a lively hawking voice entered Lan Minghua's ears.

He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a vendor with a full beard, who looked quite young, shouting while riding a tricycle.

"That's, Oscar?!"

Lan Minghua recognized him immediately, as he was quite familiar with the Shrek Seven Devils.

Of course, he only knew them from books and anime.

Even more surprising was the golden number 95 floating above Oscar's head.

This meant his System Talent Score was as high as 95.

The upper limit for System Talent Score was 100, so Oscar's talent was close to perfect.

Lan Minghua hadn't expected Oscar to give him a surprise.

That made sense. He was the first Food System Soul Master on the Douluo Continent with Innate Full Soul Power. It would be strange if he didn't have such talent.

Without Tang San's help in stealing Dugu Bo's Immortal Herbs, perhaps only Oscar among them could have achieved godhood on his own.

Oscar's character was not bad, at least there were no particularly disgusting plot points.

Lan Minghua didn't rush forward, wanting to see how Oscar treated commoners.

The moment Oscar stopped his tricycle, he was surrounded by children.

The children chattered noisily, but he was very patient.

He methodically wrapped the steaming sausages in oil paper and handed them to the children.

The children eagerly took a bite, their mouths greasy and spicy, revealing happy smiles.

Oscar watched his sausages being welcomed, a satisfied smile on his face.

He didn't have the arrogance of a Soul Master, he just wanted to earn a little money.

Lan Minghua took it all in, nodding in satisfaction.

"Not bad, those smiles aren't faked. You're qualified to be my disciple."

He was also confident that Oscar's future achievements would be far beyond a mere Second-rank God.

The children soon dispersed, and Oscar's stall became quiet.

Only children liked his sausages.

Lan Minghua walked over, kicking his slippers, his purpose very clear.

Suddenly, he noticed the shop behind Oscar looked a bit familiar.

"Huh, isn't that shop the one Flender opened?"

He looked up and saw the Hair Crystal inside the shop, which made him even more certain it was Flender's store.

"No wonder Oscar came here to sell sausages, Flender's shop is right behind him."

Lan Minghua could understand.

After all, Oscar was a genius from Shrek, and Flender couldn't let him leave the academy openly without protection.

However, to Lan Minghua, it held no great deterrence.

He had no killing intent towards Oscar, nor did he fear Flender's strength.

He continued walking towards Oscar's stall.

Seeing Lan Minghua's vagrant appearance, Oscar was still enthusiastic.

"Uncle, would you like a delicious sausage? It's only one Copper Soul Coin."

Lan Minghua knew where Oscar's sausages came from.

Although the lines he conjured were a bit... well, there were no real side effects.

Lan Minghua was also quite interested in the sausages produced by the Martial Soul.

Coupled with his hunger, he said without thinking, "Then give me one to try."

"Certainly, here is your sausage."

Oscar nimbly wrapped the steaming sausage in oil paper and handed it to Lan Minghua.

Lan Minghua didn't stand on ceremony and took a bite.

Instantly, rich meat juice burst in his mouth, and the delicious flavor immediately filled his taste buds.

Lan Minghua also felt a trace of soul power within the sausage.

Although not much, it was enough to allow ordinary people to enhance their immunity.

Moreover, too much soul power wasn't necessarily a good thing for ordinary people; their bodies wouldn't be able to handle it.

Therefore, Oscar had put a lot of thought into selling his sausages.

Lan Minghua was increasingly satisfied with him; he was good material.

Finishing one sausage in two bites, he continued to reach out and ask Oscar for another.