Lan Minghua, Become Stronger by Taking Disciples

Lan Minghua's words made Flender's face darken.

He had thought he could freeload a teacher at least of the Soul Saint rank using Oscar's name, but he hadn't expected to dig a pit for himself.

He had just invited Lan Minghua to join Shrek Academy, and if he refused now, wouldn't that be losing face?

Lan Minghua looked at Flender's troubled expression, then at the Hair Crystal, and an idea formed.

"I can join Shrek first. We don't need to rush about the treatment or anything."

"Really?" Flender was overjoyed.

Lan Minghua glanced at him and spoke to dampen his spirits.

"Don't get happy too soon. Here, take that Hair Crystal as interest for me. How about it, is that okay?"

Flender didn't hesitate and directly handed the Hair Crystal to Lan Minghua.

The Hair Crystal was only worth a few hundred Gold Soul Coins.

Although not a small amount, it was worth it to win over a powerhouse like Lan Minghua.

"Take it if you like it. This stone was just sitting here with me anyway."

Lan Minghua accepted the Hair Crystal unceremoniously. With a flip of his palm, he stored it in his system space.

Flender's eyes lit up, knowing it was all worth it. He muttered to himself.

"A Soul Tool? As expected, Huazi is definitely not as simple as he appears on the surface. I've hit the jackpot."

Lan Minghua ignored Flender and stood up, walking towards the shop entrance.

"Let's leave it at that for now. I'll wander around a bit more and head to Shrek later. Remember, arrange a house for me. I don't want to sleep under the stars with the earth as my bed."

"Don't worry, I'll have someone arrange it."

Flender watched Lan Minghua's retreating figure and immediately sent a message to Zhao Wuji, telling him to prepare.

This was an opportunity to improve Shrek's strength, and he didn't want to miss it.

In Shrek Academy, Zhao Wuji received Flender's message with a grave expression.

"What is Flender up to? Someone not inferior to a... A Soul Saint is already that cheap?"

Zhao Wuji grumbled but didn't say much more, dutifully going to prepare a room.

The sun set, and the evening clouds burned like fierce fire, reddening half the sky.

"Is it evening already? It's time to go to Shrek. I hope Flender has prepared a house for me, otherwise, I'll have to commandeer his."

Lan Minghua watched the sun setting as he walked towards Shrek Academy.

At the same time, inside Shrek Academy, a red-haired little fatty was roaring in frustration.

"Cuihua, why did you reject me? I gave you my heart, yet you treat me like this."

This person was none other than one of the future Shrek Seven Devils, Ma Hongjun.

Because he hadn't vented his Evil Fire, or rather, hadn't taken advantage of the situation, he was now furious.

Lan Minghua, relying on his excellent strength, easily entered Shrek.

As soon as he entered Shrek, he heard someone yelling like a ghost.

He squinted and spotted Ma Hongjun.

Ma Hongjun, who was yelling, also noticed Lan Minghua.

Having his embarrassing moment witnessed, coupled with not venting his fire today, he was extremely agitated.

Ma Hongjun was no kind soul. Seeing Lan Minghua witness his embarrassment, he harbored murderous intent.

Even if he didn't kill him, he would cripple him.

"Stinking beggar, is this a place you can come to? Die for me!"

Lan Minghua was utterly confused. He hadn't said a single word, yet Ma Hongjun was already filled with murderous intent towards him.

"Birds of a feather flock together? As expected, only people of the same kind can get along."

"However, if you dare to make a move on me," Lan Minghua's eyes turned cold.

"I don't mind teaching you a lesson on Flender's behalf, a painful lesson."

"Stinking beggar, how dare you ignore me, die!"

Ma Hongjun was already enraged and erratic due to his Evil Fire. Being ignored by a beggar ignited his fury completely.

Instantly, his soul power surged, and his Grass Chicken Martial Soul manifested.

His martial soul was mutated, but not entirely for the better.

It possessed an Evil Fire with a higher temperature than ordinary flames.

"First Soul Skill, Phoenix Fireline!"

Ma Hongjun took a deep breath, his chest puffed out, and then his cheeks bulged as he blew with all his might.

A dazzling rose-red fireline, like an arrow released from a bow, shot towards Lan Minghua with scorching heat and fierce momentum.

Facing this surging attack, Lan Minghua calmly raised his hand, making no attempt to defend himself.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the Phoenix Fireline seemed to hit an indestructible, invisible wall.

Instantly, the energy lost control and scattered outwards.

Lan Minghua clearly sensed that the power of Ma Hongjun's Phoenix Fireline was enough to easily take an ordinary person's life.

"If I weren't playing Wretched Fate Hua, I would have died from this attack."

Beneath the flames, the coldness in his eyes grew even more piercing, he mused inwardly.

"What! This stinking beggar, how could he block my First Soul Skill!"

Ma Hongjun's eyes widened, filled with disbelief, and he roared loudly.

"Young man, being so impulsive will easily get you beaten."

Lan Minghua's voice echoed leisurely, not yet finished.

With a "whoosh," a slipper shot out like a black lightning bolt.

Against the trajectory of the Phoenix Fireline, it swept towards Ma Hongjun's face with thunderous force.

The slipper's momentum was incredibly fierce, instantly annihilating the Phoenix Fireline.

The speed was too fast; Ma Hongjun had no time to react.

"Slap!"

The slipper, carrying immense force, heavily smacked Ma Hongjun directly in the face.

This tremendous power, upon contact, brutally broke Ma Hongjun's nose.

Immediately, blood gushed from his nose like a spring.

Ma Hongjun was lifted off his feet, like a kite with a broken string, flying back several meters before crashing heavily to the ground.

He lay on the ground, his eyes vacant, the bright red slipper on his face incredibly jarring.

After rebounding off Ma Hongjun's face, the slipper, as if guided by a mysterious force, flew back precisely to Lan Minghua's raised foot.

"Fatty! You bastard, what did you do!"

Behind Lan Minghua, Dai Mubai, who had just returned from a fierce battle with the twins, witnessed this scene.

As Ma Hongjun's leader, he naturally couldn't stand by and watch his subordinate get hurt.

Without asking for reasons, he activated his martial soul and directly attacked Lan Minghua.

"Second Soul Skill, White Tiger Blazing Light Wave!"

He cupped his hands around his mouth like a megaphone, and a milky white light wave spewed from his mouth.

It heavily bombarded Lan Minghua's back.

An attack almost identical to Phoenix Fireline, one could only say that birds of a feather flock together.

Lan Minghua slowly turned around, and the moment the White Tiger Blazing Light Wave was about to hit him, he vanished from his spot.

Almost teleporting, he appeared behind Dai Mubai.

"Chrysanthemum Acupoint Hand!"

He clasped his hands together, his index and middle fingers aligned, and fiercely stabbed towards Dai Mubai's chrysanthemum.

Dai Mubai felt a chill down his back, but his body couldn't react at all.

"Ah!"

He screamed, clutching his chrysanthemum and shooting up into the sky like a rocket, finally landing beside Ma Hongjun, foaming at the mouth.

Lan Minghua disdainfully picked up some dirt from the ground and wiped his fingers.