Lan Minghua, Become Stronger by Taking Disciples

Chrysanthemum Acupoint Hand, although similar in execution to Thousand Year Kill, possessed an additional function.

It caused the target to suffer from kidney deficiency for life, rendering any sustenance useless.

For Dai Mubai, who was notoriously promiscuous, this was undoubtedly the best form of punishment.

Lan Minghua strode towards Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun's location, preparing to administer Chrysanthemum Acupoint Hand to Ma Hongjun as well.

Ma Hongjun snapped out of his daze and, seeing Dai Mubai beside him clutching his rear and foaming at the mouth, was utterly stunned.

"Dai, Boss Dai, what's wrong?!"

No matter how he shook him, Dai Mubai showed no signs of waking up.

Lan Minghua arrived in front of Ma Hongjun and looked down at him, "Little Fatty, were you trying to kill me just now?"

Having witnessed Lan Minghua's strength, Ma Hongjun vehemently denied it.

"Senior, it's not my fault. I can't control the Evil Fire within me, and it makes me do things I can't control."

"Please, be magnanimous and spare me this once. It's all the Evil Fire's fault; otherwise, I wouldn't have attacked you!"

He was incredibly cunning, blaming everything on the Evil Fire to conceal his actions.

However, such crude trickery couldn't possibly fool Lan Minghua.

Since Ma Hongjun was shifting the blame to the Evil Fire, Lan Minghua decided he might as well help him resolve it.

After all, relieving oneself and having no outlet were essentially the same principle.

If one suffered from kidney deficiency, what Evil Fire would there be to relieve?

Lan Minghua's gaze turned playful, fixing on Ma Hongjun, who felt a chill crawl up his spine.

Ma Hongjun knew Lan Minghua wouldn't let him off easily and immediately abandoned Dai Mubai, scrambling to escape.

But his frantic scramble provided Lan Minghua with the perfect angle to execute Chrysanthemum Acupoint Hand.

"Little Fatty, since it's the Evil Fire making you irrational, I'll kindly help you solve the problem of your Evil Fire."

Ma Hongjun rejoiced at this, genuinely believing Lan Minghua could help him resolve his Evil Fire.

Before he could react, a sharp pain shot through his rear, the sensation surging straight to his skull.

Clutching his backside with both hands, he foamed at the mouth, becoming a fellow sufferer alongside Dai Mubai.

Lan Minghua rubbed his hand under his armpit, eliminating the faint unpleasant odor.

He calmly stared at Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun, who were sprawled on the ground. Not taking away their means of offense was already the greatest mercy he could offer.

Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun: Mercy? Mercy my ass.

Although they still had the means to act, they couldn't move. They could look but not use, which was worse than killing them.

But it was all their just deserts, they deserved this tribulation.

Lan Minghua tilted his head slightly, sensing someone approaching from within Shrek.

"What are you two screaming about? You go out fooling around all day, not helping, and you still cause trouble everywhere! Watch me beat you to death!"

Zhao Wuji walked out cursing, but his vigilance immediately rose when he saw Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun lying on the ground.

"Who are you? What are you doing at Shrek?!"

His instincts told him the person before him was extremely dangerous.

Seeing that Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun were only unconscious, he didn't immediately attack.

Lan Minghua saw it was Zhao Wuji and said lightly, "It's me, the person Flender introduced. What, he didn't tell you?"

Reminded, Zhao Wuji realized belatedly.

He hadn't expected that the person who looked like a beggar was actually the one Flender mentioned was not inferior to him in strength.

"So it's Huazi. No wonder you have such strength. It's really a case of the Dragon King Temple being flooded by the Dragon King."

Zhao Wuji wasn't foolish enough to stand up for Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun and fight Lan Minghua.

As the vice-dean, he clearly knew their personalities.

So he shouted loudly, "Xiao Ao, you have business!"

As soon as he spoke, Oscar appeared beside Zhao Wuji on his tricycle at high speed.

"Business? Where's the business!"

Zhao Wuji was speechless and slapped Oscar on the head.

"Hurry up and give Mubai and the others a Big Sausage. Lying on the ground affects the academy's image, and it's not good to delay the new teacher."

Oscar was confused and looked around, "New teacher? Which one is it?"

Suddenly, his gaze stopped on Lan Minghua.

Lan Minghua was also looking at him and chuckled, "Handsome Lad, we meet again."

"Hey Uncle, why are you here?"

Oscar had a deep impression of Lan Minghua. Apart from children, he was the first person to eat sausage so deliciously.

Although no money was given.

Before Lan Minghua could speak, Zhao Wuji urged him to make sausages.

"Huazi is a new teacher recruited by the dean. You will see him often in the future. Now, make the sausages first and let Mubai and the others eat them."

"Oh, oh."

Oscar responded. Seeing no girls around, he openly chanted the incantation.

"I have a big sausage!"

Soul power surged, and a ball of light appeared in his hand.

As the light dissipated, two large sausages appeared.

Zhao Wuji took them and personally fed them to Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun.

Oscar looked up at Lan Minghua, wanting to see his expression after hearing such an incantation.

Lan Minghua didn't find anything inappropriate. It was just an incantation; only those with impure thoughts would misunderstand.

This was the second time he had seen Oscar, and he felt he could take him as a disciple.

His talent and character were both good.

"Handsome Lad, do you want to be my disciple? I can make you, a Support System Soul Master, have combat abilities no less than an Assault System Soul Master."

Upon hearing this, Oscar covered his mouth and chuckled, replying, "Uncle, stop joking. What can you teach me?"

Lan Minghua had expected his answer and didn't insist.

"Never mind. Anyway, I'm a teacher at Shrek now. If you change your mind and want to be my disciple, you can do so anytime."

He turned to Zhao Wuji, who had just fed the sausages to Dai Mubai and the other, and asked, "Old Zhao, where do I live?"

"Huazi, your house has already been prepared. You'll see it about a hundred meters straight ahead after turning left. Do you need me to take you there?"

"No need, I can go by myself." Lan Minghua, kicking his slippers, slowly walked towards the house.

Oscar was dumbfounded, his mouth agape.

"Zhao Zhao, Teacher Zhao, is that uncle really the new teacher the dean recruited?!"

Zhao Wuji stared at Lan Minghua's retreating back and nodded heavily.

"Flender wrote me a letter himself, so it shouldn't be fake. Moreover, his strength is not inferior to mine; he's at least a Soul Saint."

As soon as these words were spoken, Oscar was stunned into silence.

Who would have thought a Soul Saint would be like a beggar, unable to even produce five Copper Soul Coins.

Wait, a Soul Saint?!

Oscar realized belatedly that he had just refused a Soul Saint who wanted to be his teacher.

Don't think Soul Saints are weak. In Douluo Continent Season 1, Soul Saints are already considered powerhouses.

Seeing Oscar's dejected face, Zhao Wuji reminded him, "Xiao Ao, if you want to take him as your master, then go. A Soul Saint master is a rare opportunity."

Shrek had a graduation system.

After graduation, teachers were no longer obligated to protect students' safety.

From then on, their lives and deaths were up to fate.

However, a master was different. They truly considered you one of their own.

Oscar's mind raced. He recalled Lan Minghua's words just now and was very tempted.

To allow Support System Soul Masters to possess combat power not inferior to Assault System Soul Masters!

As a Support System Soul Master, he deeply understood his own weakness.

Without the protection of companions, no matter how useful a support soul master was, they were still just a support soul master.