The Chrysanthemum Acupoint Hand worked the same way as the Thousand Year Kill, but it had an additional effect.
It left the victim with kidney failure for life. Nothing they ate could fix it.
For a womanizer like Dai Mubai, this was undoubtedly the perfect punishment.
Lan Minghua strode toward Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun, ready to give Ma Hongjun a Chrysanthemum Acupoint Hand as well.
Ma Hongjun snapped out of his daze. He looked at Dai Mubai beside him, clutching his backside and foaming at the mouth, and was completely dumbfounded.
"D-Dai, Boss Dai, what's wrong with you?!"
No matter how much he shook him, Dai Mubai showed no sign of waking up.
Lan Minghua stopped in front of Ma Hongjun and looked down at him. "Little Fatty, were you just trying to kill me?"
After seeing Lan Minghua's strength, Ma Hongjun did his best to deny it.
"Senior, you can't blame me. I can't control the Evil Fire inside me, and it makes me do things I can't control."
"Please be the bigger man and let me off this once. It was all the Evil Fire's fault. Otherwise, I never would've attacked you!"
He was shrewd, blaming everything he'd done on the Evil Fire to cover up his actions.
But how could such a crude trick fool Lan Minghua?
Since Ma Hongjun was blaming the Evil Fire, Lan Minghua might as well help him get rid of it.
After all, venting his fire and having no fire to vent were basically the same thing.
If his kidneys failed, what Evil Fire would he have left to release?
A teasing look crept into Lan Minghua's eyes. Ma Hongjun felt a chill run down his spine under that gaze.
Knowing Lan Minghua wouldn't let him off easily, Ma Hongjun immediately abandoned Dai Mubai and scrambled to get away.
But crawling gave Lan Minghua the perfect angle to use the Chrysanthemum Acupoint Hand.
"Little Fatty, since the Evil Fire made you lose your head, I'll be kind and help you deal with it."
Ma Hongjun brightened at his words, genuinely thinking Lan Minghua could help him solve his Evil Fire problem.
Before he could react, pain shot through his backside, sending a sharp, tingling sensation straight to his crown.
Clutching his raised backside with both hands and foaming at the mouth, he became Dai Mubai's partner in misery.
Lan Minghua rubbed his hand against his armpit, getting rid of the faint unpleasant smell.
He gazed impassively at Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun, who were sprawled on the ground. Not taking away their tools of mischief was already the greatest mercy he could show them.
Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun: "Mercy? What the hell kind of mercy is that?"
They still had their tools, but they couldn't get them up. They could look but not use them. It was worse than being killed.
Still, they'd brought this on themselves. They deserved what they got.
Lan Minghua tilted his head slightly, sensing someone approaching from inside Shrek.
"What are you two yelling about? You're out partying every day, and when you're not helping, you're making trouble! I'll beat you two to death!"
Zhao Wuji came out, swearing as he went. But when he saw Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun lying on the ground, he immediately went on guard.
"Who are you? What are you doing at Shrek?!"
His instincts told him the man before him was extremely dangerous.
Seeing that Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun had only passed out, he didn't attack right away.
When Lan Minghua saw that it was Zhao Wuji, he replied calmly, "Me? I'm the person Flender told you about. What, didn't he mention me?"
Only after being reminded did Zhao Wuji finally catch on.
He hadn't expected the man who looked like a beggar to be the one Flender had said was no weaker than him.
"So you're Huazi. No wonder you're so strong. Talk about the Dragon King Temple getting flooded!"
Zhao Wuji wasn't stupid enough to pick a fight with Lan Minghua on behalf of Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun.
As Vice Dean, he knew exactly what the two of them were like.
So he called out, "Xiao Ao, you've got customers!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Oscar came speeding over on a tricycle and stopped beside Zhao Wuji.
"Where's the business? Where are the customers?"
Zhao Wuji was speechless. He smacked Oscar on the head.
"Get a Big Sausage ready for Mubai and the others. They're lying on the ground, making the academy look bad. We can't have that embarrassing our new teacher."
Oscar looked confused and glanced around. "New teacher? Which one?"
Suddenly, his gaze landed on Lan Minghua.
Lan Minghua was looking at him too. He smiled lightly. "Handsome, we meet again."
"Hey, mister, what are you doing here?"
Oscar had a strong impression of Lan Minghua. Apart from children, he was the first person who'd eaten his sausage with such relish.
Though he hadn't paid.
Before Lan Minghua could say anything, Zhao Wuji urged Oscar to make the sausages.
"Huazi is a new teacher the Dean just hired. You'll see plenty of him from now on. For now, make the sausages and get Mubai and the others to eat them."
"Oh, right."
Oscar answered and, seeing no girls around, recited his incantation openly.
"I have a big sausage!"
Soul Power surged, and a ball of light appeared in his hand.
As the light faded, two Big Sausages appeared.
Zhao Wuji took them and personally fed them to Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun.
Oscar glanced up at Lan Minghua, wanting to see his reaction to hearing an incantation like that.
Lan Minghua didn't think there was anything wrong with it. It was just an incantation; only dirty-minded people would take it the wrong way.
Seeing Oscar for the second time, he thought he could take him as a disciple.
Oscar had both talent and character.
"Handsome, how about becoming my disciple? I can give you, a Support System Soul Master, combat abilities no weaker than those of an Assault System Soul Master."
Oscar covered his mouth and chuckled at that. "Come on, mister. What could you teach me?"
Lan Minghua had expected that answer and didn't press him.
"Never mind. I'm a teacher at Shrek now, anyway. If you change your mind and want to be my disciple, you can come to me anytime."
He turned to Zhao Wuji, who had just fed the sausages to Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun, and asked, "Hey, Old Zhao, where am I staying?"
"Huazi, your house is ready. It's up ahead, about a hundred meters straight after turning left. Want me to take you there?"
"No need. I can find it myself." Lan Minghua shuffled along in his slippers toward the house.
Oscar was dumbstruck, his mouth hanging open.
"Z-Zhao, Teacher Zhao, is that really the new teacher the Dean hired?!"
Zhao Wuji watched Lan Minghua's retreating figure and nodded firmly.
"Flender wrote to me himself, so it should be true. And he's no weaker than I am. He's at least a Soul Saint."
At that, Oscar stood frozen in shock.
What Soul Saint looked like a vagrant and couldn't even come up with five Copper Soul Coins?
Wait, a Soul Saint?!
Oscar finally realized that he'd just turned down a Soul Saint as his teacher.
Don't underestimate a Soul Saint. In Douluo Continent Season 1, Soul Saints were already powerful.
Seeing him wear a long face, Zhao Wuji reminded him, "Xiao Ao, if you want to become his disciple, go ahead. A Soul Saint master is a rare opportunity."
Students could graduate from Shrek Academy.
After graduation, their teachers were no longer obligated to keep them safe.
From then on, they were on their own, for better or worse.
But a master was different. A master truly considered you one of his own.
Oscar's mind raced as he recalled what Lan Minghua had just said. He was sorely tempted.
Giving a Support System Soul Master combat ability no weaker than an Assault System Soul Master's!
As a Support System Soul Master, he knew just how weak he was.
Without companions to protect him, even the most useful Support Soul Master was still just a Support Soul Master.
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