Douluo Continent: My life is ruined, but I become stronger by taking on disciples.

Chapter 9: Ratings of the Shrek Seven Devils

"Wow, it's really impressive that four people made it this far this year."

Zhao Wuji's voice arrived before he did, startling Tang San, Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing.

Dai Mubai saw Zhao Wuji, his head full of question marks, and asked doubtfully, "Teacher Zhao, weren't I supposed to be handling the final challenge this year?"

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

The voice wasn't deliberately lowered, and Tang San and the other three could hear it clearly.

Although the people present were only twelve years old, their precocious nature made them all understand what Zhao Wuji meant by "emptiness".

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

Ning Rongrong, that little devil, had a playful expression on her face, and of course she understood.

Zhu Zhuqing frowned, her eyes filled with disgust.

In order to escape the shackles of fate, she went through great hardships to flee from the Star Luo Empire to the Heaven Dou Empire.

I never imagined that Dai Mubai would fall into such a state.

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

Unfortunately, the difference in strength was too great, and he couldn't even manage a powerless rage.

He also discovered that his physical condition was problematic, with lower back and knee pain, a sallow complexion, and dark circles under his eyes.

These are all symptoms of kidney deficiency, and he couldn't refute them.

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

It's perfectly normal to have kidney deficiency.

Zhao Wuji disregarded Dai Mubai and took out an incense stick, speaking to Tang San and the other three.

"All of you come at me together. If you can hold out for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, you'll pass."

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

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

Zhao Wuji was slightly surprised, not expecting him to come: "Hua Zai, what brings you here? What, didn't you go to Oscar's training?"

"That handsome guy exhausted himself and is lying down now?"

Ignoring everyone else, Lan Minghua started chatting with Zhao Wuji about everyday things.

Dai Mubai's eyes were filled with disdain, which he made no attempt to conceal.

"Exhausted to the point of fainting? I bet you fainted from crying. You're probably still in bed. Do you think I don't know what kind of person Xiao Ao is?"

Believe it or not, you really don't know.

Xiao Wu frowned and instinctively hid behind Tang San, sensing a threat.

Tang San felt strange, thinking that Lan Minghua's attire made Xiao Wu uncomfortable, and gave him a disapproving look.

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 tarnishes Shrek's reputation."

Knowing Lan Minghua's strength, Dai Mubai only dared to mutter a few words of slander in a low voice.

"So how strong is he? How does he compare to Teacher Zhao?" Tang San asked again.

Xiao Wu was nervous, afraid that Lan Minghua was a Soul Douluo who would discover her identity as a 100,000-year-old soul beast in human form.

Ning Rongrong was curious and wanted to know how good the teaching staff was at Shrek Academy.

Zhu Zhuqing remained indifferent, holding no hope for the Shrek Academy teachers who had fallen so low as to become Dai Mubai.

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

"According to Teacher Zhao, he is at least a Soul Saint level expert, roughly equivalent to the Dean."

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

Ning Rongrong opened her mouth slightly, not expecting that Shrek Academy had at least three Soul Saints.

Zhu Zhuqing remained calm, focusing only on how to become stronger.

As they sized up Lan Minghua, Lan Minghua sized them up in return.

Furthermore, they activated the system talent rating test early on, and their system talent ratings were displayed in Lan Minghua's eyes.

[Tang San: System talent rating 95. Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass (Emperor), Clear Sky Hammer.]

[Xiao Wu: System talent score 92. Martial Soul: Soft Bone Rabbit (transformation of a 100,000-year-old soul beast).]

[Dai Mubai: System talent score 85. Martial Soul: Evil-Eyed White Tiger.]

[Ning Rongrong: System talent score 83. Martial Soul: Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.]

[Zhu Zhuqing: System talent score 82. Martial Soul: Netherworld Cat.]

Lan Minghua stroked his stubble, thinking to himself, "Just as I expected, their system talent scores are all above 80. However, only Tang San and Xiao Wu have broken through 90."

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

After thinking about it for a while, I felt it made perfect sense.

Without the help of the immortal herb, apart from Tang San and Oscar, the others might not have had the chance to become gods.

Especially Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing.

Without the help of the Qiluo Tulip, Ning Rongrong's martial soul could not evolve into the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, and she could only stop at the Soul Saint level in this life.

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Zhu Zhuqing's Netherworld Cat is not a top-tier martial soul; its greatest use is simply that it has a martial soul fusion skill with the Evil Eye White Tiger.

Tang San possesses twin martial souls, so his talent goes without saying.

Xiao Wu is a 100,000-year-old soul beast in human form, so her talent is naturally quite high.

Therefore, the system's talent rating was very accurate and did not deviate much from what Lan Minghua had thought.

Although their talent scores all exceeded 80, Lan Minghua had no urge to take them all as his apprentices.

Lan Minghua has three requirements for accepting apprentices.

First, the feeling;

Second, character;

Third, talent.

He will only consider taking on a disciple if the person passes all three tests.

Of the four people, only Zhu Zhuqing met all three conditions mentioned above.

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

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

"Andy, how about you take the final round for me? Let me see your skills, what do you say?"

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

Zhao Wuji leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Go ahead and do it, just don't kill them. You have to curb the arrogance of geniuses, otherwise you won't be able to teach them. No matter the outcome, it won't affect their joining Shrek Academy."

"Alright then. I'll take this calamity for you, but remember to buy me a drink!"

Zhao Wuji was completely dumbfounded by Lan Minghua's nonsensical remark.

Calamity? What calamity?

However, he still patted his chest and promised, "Okay, I'll treat you to drinks tonight, we won't leave until we're drunk."

"Thank you so much, boss! You're so generous!"

Lan Minghua cupped his hands in greeting to Zhao Wuji, his eyes glancing discreetly at a dark spot.

"Zhao Wuji may fear you, Tang Hao, but I may not. If you dare to cause me trouble tonight, let's see whose fist is harder."

Tang Hao, hidden in the shadows, suddenly felt a chill and looked around in confusion: "Why do I have this bad feeling? Have the Spirit Hall discovered me?"

He dismissed the idea as soon as it arose, confident in his ability to conceal his true intentions.

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

Tang San and his companions were dumbfounded. Wasn't it supposed to be Zhao Wuji? Why was it changed?

I just finished learning about Zhao Wuji, and now I have to deal with a Soul Saint I know nothing about?

What's the point of playing then?!

Zhao Wuji shouted, "What are you looking at? Hua Zai and I are doing the same thing. If you've discussed it, let's begin!"

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

Lan Minghua stood in the center of the room, holding a wine bottle in his left hand and rubbing his stomach with his right, his posture full of obvious flaws.

He said calmly to Tang San and his companions, "Bring it on, I'm in a hurry."

(End of this chapter)