Lan Minghua (he), Become Stronger by Taking Disciples

Although he didn't pay, Oscar still refilled.

After eating five sausages in a row, Lan Minghua let out a burp.

Oscar rubbed his palms together and asked with great joy, "Uncle, how did the sausages taste?"

"Awesome, delicious. It would be even better if you could cut hair too."

Lan Minghua's inexplicable sentence left Oscar confused.

However, since he had finished eating, it was time to pay.

"Uncle, that will be 5 Copper Soul Coins."

Lan Minghua threw away the toothpick he was using to pick his teeth, looking like a dead pig that wasn't afraid of boiling water.

"I don't have any money, I only have this worthless life."

Hearing this, Oscar was shocked: "What, you want to dine and dash!"

As soon as he said this, Lan Minghua felt a gaze fall upon him.

He also sensed the source of that gaze, which came from the shop behind Oscar.

"Uncle, you're causing trouble in my territory, aren't you! Let me tell you, I'm a Soul Master!"

Oscar shouted, jumped aside, and threw a set of Turtle Boxing at Lan Minghua.

Lan Minghua ignored Flender's peeping.

He reached behind his back and produced several Manuals, handing them to Oscar.

"Wait a moment, I have a few Self-Created Soul Skills here. You can choose one, and consider it payment for your sausages."

Oscar looked speechless, and seeing one of them titled Chrysanthemum Acupoint Hand, he felt it was a scam.

He sighed, looked at Lan Minghua's attire, and didn't pursue the five Copper Soul Coins any further.

He walked back to his stall, packed the remaining sausages, and handed them to Lan Minghua.

"Uncle, consider these a gift from me. Here are a few more. Don't dine and dash in the future, you'll easily get beaten up."

He stuffed the packed bag into Lan Minghua's hand, and Oscar pedaled his tricycle back to Shrek.

Lan Minghua looked at the bag in his hand, and his heart inexplicably warmed.

Oscar has enough talent and good character, making him a good candidate for a disciple.

But since he doesn't believe it now, he can just go to Shrek and be a teacher.

And the opportunity to go to Shrek to be a teacher, isn't it right before my eyes?

Lan Minghua carried sausages and walked towards Flender's shop.

At this moment, Flender was still lying on the chair, thinking that his peeping just now had not been discovered.

Lan Minghua would not let go of this opportunity; he could definitely get into Shrek with this as a topic.

Of course, the prerequisite for everything is that your strength is sufficient.

Lan Minghua looked at Flender, who was still lying there like a corpse, and kicked open the door without politeness.

"Boom!"

Flender sprang up from the lounge chair like a spring.

Immediately, he cursed: "Son of a bitch, you're looking for trouble, right!"

Flender pushed up his glasses and glared at the doorway.

Seeing Lan Minghua, the beggar, he cursed: "Stinking beggar, do you have money to compensate me for breaking my door? Get lost before I get angry!"

However, Lan Minghua turned a deaf ear and walked straight to the chair, plopping down on it.

Flender's eyes widened, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his fists clenched with a creak.

His knuckles turned white, his whole body trembled, and he was furious.

That was the expensive chair in his shop, and it was defiled by a beggar.

As a result, the price would drop.

As a famous miser, how could Flender not be angry?

He stared at Lan Minghua with cold eyes, preparing to throw him out.

As for why he didn't ask Lan Minghua to compensate, you also need to have money.

Just now, he overheard Lan Minghua and Oscar's conversation and knew that Lan Minghua was dirt poor.

Flender walked angrily to Lan Minghua, not minding the dirt, and directly grabbed his collar, intending to throw him out.

However, no matter how hard he tried, Lan Minghua remained as still as a mountain.

"What!" Flender's pupils contracted sharply, and his face darkened like a gathering storm.

Lan Minghua reached out, grabbed Flender's wrist, and gently twisted.

Flender cried out in pain and released Lan Minghua's collar.

"Let's not even talk about compensation. You were eavesdropping on me and that Handsome Lad just now, shouldn't we settle that first?"

As soon as Lan Minghua spoke, sweat beaded on Flender's forehead.

He thought his eavesdropping with the Owl Spirit was flawless, but he never expected Lan Minghua to see through it.

He finally understood why the other party had kicked down his door the moment he arrived.

He deserved it!

Lan Minghua didn't know what Flender was thinking, but he wouldn't let go without an answer.

Flender tried to break free, but found that no matter how hard he struggled, it was useless.

As time passed, Flender's palms became incredibly pale, and his forearm beneath his sleeve turned purplish-black.

Lan Minghua wasn't afraid of a fight, and there was no loss for him in this stalemate.

Flender weighed the pros and cons and decided to yield.

Offending an unknown powerhouse was not his style.

He forced a smile and said with a sense of grievance, "That senior, I was wrong. I shouldn't have eavesdropped on your conversation with Oscar. I sincerely apologize to you."

Lan Minghua released his hand and pretended to be ignorant, "So that Handsome Lad is Oscar. What's your relationship with him?"

Flender rubbed his wrist, inwardly cursing the Beast, and answered with a fawning smile.

"Senior, I am the Dean of Shrek Academy. Xiao Ao is my student. I was afraid he might be deceived, so I took the liberty of eavesdropping."

Lan Minghua already knew, but he still had to feign ignorance.

"So he's a student of Shrek, and you're the Dean of Shrek. That makes it easier for me to find him."

Suddenly, Lan Minghua said something inexplicable, "Calling me 'senior' sounds too old. Just call me Huazi."

Flender didn't expect Lan Minghua to be so easy to talk to, and the tense atmosphere had dissipated.

However, for Oscar's safety, he still braced himself and asked, "Then, Senior... Huazi, what are you looking for Oscar for?"

"I took a liking to that Handsome Lad and want to take him as a disciple. What do you say, Dean, will you introduce him?"

Lan Minghua blinked, staring intently at Flender.

Flender fell into thought, weighing the pros and cons.

"This person calling himself Huazi is no weaker than me, very likely a Soul Douluo."

"If I can recruit him into Shrek, wouldn't Shrek take off?!"

Flender thought about it and got excited.

After all, ordinary advanced Soul Master Academies don't have a Soul Douluo stationed there.

Only Four Elements, Lower Four Sects, and Heaven Dou Royal Academy have Soul Douluos stationed there.

Lan Minghua looked at Flender, whose eyes were darting around, and knew he was stable in entering Shrek as a teacher.

"Little guy, hurry up and trick me into Shrek."

As expected, after Flender thought it through, he put on a shrewd merchant's expression.

"Huazi, I might not be able to help you," he said, feigning heartache. "Although I am the dean, I can't influence Xiao Ao's own decision. So..."

Flender grinned slyly. "So Huazi, you can join Shrek. After a while, Xiao Ao might discover your strength and take you as his master himself."

How could Lan Minghua not know Flender's little schemes?

However, becoming a teacher at Shrek wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

Perhaps he could take on a few more disciples and then just lie flat.

"It's a good suggestion, but what about the benefits?"

I've always been the one to freeload off others; no one has ever freeloaded off me.