Douluo: I am a rotten beast, I will become stronger if I accept disciples

Chapter 9 Ratings of the Shrek Seven Devils
"Wow, four people actually made it this far this year. That's pretty impressive."

Zhao Wuji's voice arrived before he even showed up, which surprised Tang San, Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing.

Dai Mubai saw Zhao Wuji, his head full of questions. He asked doubtfully, "Teacher Zhao, shouldn't I be the one to handle the final level this year?"

"You? Forget it." Zhao Wuji glanced helplessly at Dai Mubai, who had dark circles under his eyes, and shook his head, "Don't you even see how weak you are?"

The voice was not deliberately lowered, and Tang San and the other three could hear it clearly.

Although the people present were only twelve years old, they were precocious and knew what Zhao Wuji meant by the word "xu".

Tang San and Xiao Wu saw Dai Mubai taking the twins to the hotel just yesterday, so how could they not know what happened?

The little witch Ning Rongrong had a playful look on her face, but of course she knew it.

Zhu Zhuqing frowned, her eyes full of disgust.

In order to escape the shackles of fate, she went to great lengths to escape from the Xingluo Empire to the Tiandou Empire.

I never thought that Dai Mubai would degenerate into this state.

Dai Mubai saw Zhu Zhuqing's expression, clenched his fists, and glared at Zhao Wuji angrily.

However, the gap in strength was too great, and he couldn't even perform the incompetent rage.

He also discovered that there was something wrong with his physical condition, with sore waist and knees, a yellow complexion, and dark circles under his eyes.

These were all symptoms of kidney deficiency, he couldn't refute it.

In the years since joining Shrek, he has gone out to play countless times.

It's normal to have kidney deficiency.

Zhao Wuji didn't care about Dai Mubai, took out a stick of incense and spoke to Tang San and the other three.

"All of you come at me together. As long as you can hold out for one stick of incense in my hand, you will pass."

Just then, a man who looked like a street urchin came over.

"Hey, Lao Zhao, are you busy?" Lan Minghua said after taking a big gulp of Maotai.

Zhao Wuji was slightly surprised. He didn't expect him to come. "Hua Zai, why are you here? Why didn't you go to train Oscar?"

"That handsome guy exhausted himself and passed out. He's lying here now."

Lan Minghua ignored everyone else and started chatting with Zhao Wuji about family matters.

Dai Mubai looked at me with disdain, not even trying to hide it.

"Fainted from exhaustion? I think he fainted from crying. He hasn't even gotten up yet. Don't I know what kind of person Xiao Ao is?"

Don't tell me, you really don't understand.

Xiao Wu frowned and couldn't help but hide behind Tang San. She felt threatened.

Tang San felt strange and thought that Lan Minghua's attire made Xiao Wu feel uncomfortable, so he glanced at him unkindly.

So he pointed at Lan Minghua and asked Dai Mubai, "Boss Dai, is he also a teacher at the academy?"

"Yes, he's the new teacher the dean hired yesterday. But his appearance really ruined Shrek's reputation."

Dai Mubai knew Lan Minghua's strength and only dared to slander him in a low voice.

"Then how is his strength? How does it compare to Teacher Zhao?" Tang San asked again.

Xiao Wu was nervous, afraid that Lan Minghua was a Soul Douluo and would discover her identity as a hundred thousand year old soul beast in human form.

Ning Rongrong was curious and wanted to know what the teaching staff of this small Shrek was like.

Zhu Zhuqing was indifferent and had no hope for the Shrek Academy teachers who had led Dai Mubai to such a state.

Although Dai Mubai was not convinced by Lan Minghua, he also learned about his strength from Ma Hongjun.

"According to Teacher Zhao, he is at least a Soul Sage, probably about the same level as the dean."

Hearing this, Xiao Wu patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

Ning Rongrong opened her mouth slightly, she didn't expect that Shrek also had at least three Soul Saints.

Zhu Zhuqing remained calm, only thinking about how to become stronger.

While they were looking at Lan Minghua, Lan Minghua was also looking at them.

They had already started the system talent rating test, and their system talent ratings were clearly visible to Lan Minghua. [Tang San: System Talent Rating 95. Spirits: Blue Silver Grass (Emperor), Clear Sky Hammer.]

[Xiao Wu: System Talent Rating 92. Martial Soul: Soft Bone Rabbit (a hundred thousand year old soul beast in human form).]

[Dai Mubai: System Talent Rating 85. Martial Soul: Evil-Eyed White Tiger.]

[Ning Rongrong: System Talent Rating 83. Martial Soul: Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda.]

[Zhu Zhuqing: System Talent Rating 82. Martial Soul: Netherworld Spirit Cat.]

Lan Minghua stroked his stubble and thought to himself, "It's pretty much what I thought. The system talent ratings are all above 80 points. But the only ones who broke through 90 are Tang San and Xiao Wu."

As for Ma Hongjun, his talent score is roughly the same as Dai Mubai's.

After thinking about it, I think it makes sense.

Without the help of the magical herb, except for Tang San and Oscar, no one else might have the chance to become a god.

Especially Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing.

Without the help of Qiluo Tulip, Ning Rongrong's martial soul could not evolve into the Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda, and she could only remain a Soul Saint in this life.

Zhu Zhuqing's Netherworld Spirit Cat is not a top-level martial soul. Its biggest function is to have a martial soul fusion skill with the Evil-Eyed White Tiger.

Tang San has twin martial souls, so his talent is naturally needless to say.

Xiao Wu is the incarnation of a hundred thousand year old soul beast, so her talent is naturally not low.

Therefore, the system's talent rating is very objective and not too far from what Lan Minghua expected.

Although their talent scores were all over 80, Lan Minghua had no urge to accept all of them as his disciples.

Lan Minghua has three requirements for accepting disciples.

First, feeling;
Second, character;
Third, talent.

He would only consider accepting someone as his disciple if he found someone who had passed all three tests.

Among Tang San and the other three, only Zhu Zhuqing meets the above three conditions.

Zhao Wuji saw that Lan Minghua's attention was almost entirely on Tang San and the others, and thought that he was very interested.

He wanted to see Lan Minghua's strength, so he went along with it.

"Hua Zi, how about you take the last level for me? That way I can see your strength, how about that?"

"Me? Aren't you afraid that I will eliminate them all?" Lan Minghua said softly.

Zhao Wuji leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Just do it, just don't kill them. We have to curb the arrogance of geniuses, otherwise we won't be able to teach them. No matter what the result is, it won't affect their joining Shrek."

"Alright. I'll take this on for you then. Remember to buy me a drink!"

Lan Minghua's words were so irrelevant that Zhao Wuji was completely stunned.

Disaster? What kind of disaster?
But he still patted his chest and promised: "Okay, I'll treat you to a drink tonight, and you won't leave until you're drunk."

"Thank you, boss! You are so generous!"

Lan Minghua bowed to Zhao Wuji and glanced at a dark place without leaving a trace.

"Zhao Wuji is afraid of you, Tang Hao, but I am not. If you dare to cause trouble to me tonight, let's see who has the harder fist."

Tang Hao, who was in the dark, suddenly felt a chill and looked around in confusion: "Why do I have such a bad feeling? Could it be that the Spirit Hall's people have discovered me?"

He denied the thought as soon as it came to his mind. He was very confident in his ability to hide the truth.

He didn't take it seriously, but wanted to see how much Tang San had grown in the past six years.

Tang San and the other three were stunned. Wasn't it Zhao Wuji who was supposed to take over? Why was he replaced?
I just got to know Zhao Wuji, and now I have to deal with a Soul Saint who I don’t know anything about?

What’s the point of playing that?

Zhao Wuji shouted, "What are you looking at? Huazi and I are both on the same page. If we're ready to discuss this, then let's get started!"

Without giving them a chance to retort, he lit a stick of incense and threw it on the ground.

Lan Minghua stood in the center of the field, holding a wine bottle in his left hand and rubbing his stomach with his right hand, looking very vulnerable.

He said to Tang San and the other three calmly, "Come on, I'm in a hurry."

(End of this chapter)