Douluo Continent: I am a biologist, and I have awakened a weapon spirit?

A shadow fell over her face, and her cheeks bulged with anger.

Seeing Ning Rongrong like this, Bai Chenxiang quickly stepped forward and whispered words of comfort.

The others didn't notice this scene; their attention was all on Zhao Wuji.

Upon hearing Zhu Zhuqing's words, Zhao Wuji chuckled and said:

"It's my own fault for being careless. You're quite clever, little girl. You knew to hide and buy time when things weren't going well."

Zhu Zhuqing smiled sheepishly; she hadn't actually done much in this battle.

Aside from the initial minor injury inflicted on Zhao Wuji by her Breaking Concealment Strike due to his carelessness, she was generally unable to harm Zhao Wuji after he activated his Immovable King Body.

This is the inevitable situation when an assassin fights a heavily armored warrior, especially when the assassin is several levels weaker, making it extremely difficult to break through the warrior's defenses.

Chen Feng fared slightly better. He used the enhanced gravity released by Zhao Wuji and the height difference brought by the Blue Silver Grass to scrape Zhao Wuji with his heavy sword and sharp soul skills.

But he only managed to get a minor scratch; after all, with the Mighty Vajra Bear martial spirit attached to him, Zhao Wuji was still too tough and resilient.

At this moment, Zhao Wuji had already canceled the spirit possession. He looked like he was covered in wounds, but in reality they were just superficial injuries and didn't have much of an impact.

Most of them were caused by Xiao Wu's Moon Blade, and the rest were Chen Feng's masterpieces.

Bai Chenxiang's feathers did not cause any damage, because her attack power was weaker than Zhu Zhuqing's, and she could not break through Zhao Wuji's defenses in his Mingwang form.

"Hiss~ You guys are really something. You managed to make me bleed even after I activated my first soul skill. Oscar, get over here right now!"

After shouting at the top of his lungs, Zhao Wuji looked at Xiao Wu and said:

"Your attacks are the strongest, little girl. You're quite qualified as a marksman, but your habits are really bad. What do you mean by always using Flash to jump next to me? Are you looking down on me?"

Xiao Wu stuck out her tongue and dared not utter a sound. This was an old habit of hers. Ever since she acquired her third soul skill, Flash, she had always liked to use Flash to get close to enemies.

Chen Feng and Tang San talked to her about it many times, but she still couldn't break the habit.

Then, Zhao Wuji looked at Chen Feng, nodded, and said:

"You did very well too, using the effect of my soul skill to attack me, which was something I didn't expect. However, your sword is still a bit slow, which is a big weakness."

“Yes, I intend to solve this problem with my third soul skill,” Chen Feng agreed.

"Well, that's good." Zhao Wuji didn't say much to Chen Feng.

Although he knew Chen Feng's identity, he didn't know if these children were all reliable, and it wasn't convenient to talk too much about it in front of so many people.

Then Zhao Wuji's gaze fell on Tang San, and he asked:

"What exactly is your martial soul?"

“It’s Blue Silver Grass, Teacher Zhao,” Tang San replied.

"Blue Silver Grass?" Zhao Wuji was taken aback. "Blue Silver Grass can be cultivated to this extent?"

"It all depends on human effort," Tang San said with a smile.

"Man proposes, God disposes? That's right, it really is a little monster." Zhao Wuji nodded approvingly, then looked at Bai Chenxiang and said:

"If I'm not mistaken, your martial soul is... the Swift?"

“Yes, Teacher Zhao,” Bai Chenxiang said.

“It seems you’re from the Min clan.” Zhao Wuji rubbed his buzz cut. “Speaking of which, I was once hunted down by people from all four of your clans.”

"Huh?" Bai Chenxiang was taken aback, and everyone else's eyes widened as well.

Seeing their expressions, Zhao Wuji laughed and said:

"Don't worry, adults' business is adults' business, it has nothing to do with you kids. I won't make things difficult for you, little girl. Besides, it wasn't the Min clan that chased me back then, so I won't hold it against you."

"Thank you, Teacher Zhao." Bai Chenxiang breathed a sigh of relief.

"Alright, that's all for now. I'm not much of a talker. The dean took the students on a Soul Hunting trip a while ago and should be back in the next few days. You guys can familiarize yourselves with the environment first."

After saying that, Zhao Wuji raised his voice and roared again:

"Oscar, where the hell have you been? I've been calling you for ages and you still haven't come. Don't you even know you're a healing support?"

"Coming, coming, Teacher Zhao, I just went to sell tofu." A man with a full beard ran over.

Surprisingly, this burly man had a soft, almost feminine voice.

"You're selling tofu my ass! Even if someone wanted to buy some, the smell of your tofu would scare them away!" Zhao Wuji said irritably. "Alright, enough nonsense, give me a serving of tofu."

"Alright, here comes the lovely, fragrant, and tender tofu!" The burly man struck a rather effeminate pose, and several pieces of tofu appeared in his hand.

He presented the pieces of tofu to Zhao Wuji and asked curiously:

"Teacher Zhao, what happened to you? Who hurt you?"

"What do you mean by 'injured'? I only got a few scrapes!" Zhao Wuji said defiantly while eating a piece of tofu.

Then he pointed at Tang San and said:

"Get a few pieces for that kid too. He just got slapped by me. He looks fine, but who knows if he's still hurt somewhere."

Seeing the burly man heading in his direction, Tang San immediately sprang to his senses and quickly said:

"No need, no need. My martial spirit has the ability to recover, and I'm already unharmed."

To be honest, the burly man's actions just now disgusted him.

He had such a rugged and bold appearance, with a thick beard that covered half of his face, yet his voice was soft and his movements were so effeminate.

Well... to use Chen Feng's words, it's hard to evaluate.

After Zhao Wuji ate the tofu, his minor injuries healed quickly. He went to Tang San's side to check on him and exclaimed in surprise:

"You're truly unharmed, that's incredible. Can you use this regenerative ability on other people?"

"Yes." Tang San nodded.

"Not bad, not bad. Looks like we won't have to eat Oscar's stinky tofu anymore," Zhao Wuji said with a smile.

“Teacher Zhao, how could you be so ungrateful?” Oscar said in a tone of grief and indignation.

"What do you mean by 'crossing the river and then destroying the bridge'? Your tofu has such a strong smell, who would eat it if it didn't heal injuries?" Zhao Wuji sneered.

“That’s right, even I won’t eat it,” Ma Hongjun chimed in, picking his nose.

However, before he could finish speaking, someone said:

"Could I have a piece of tofu?"

Ma Hongjun stared blankly, and seeing that it was Chen Feng asking Oscar for tofu, he said in surprise:

"Dude, you have some serious tastes."

"You...you want to take advantage of me?" Oscar said, touched.

"...Don't make it sound so disgusting. I just want to compare your recovery and the other woman's recovery results," Chen Feng said speechlessly.

“No problem, go ahead and compete.” Oscar handed the tofu in his hand to Chen Feng.

Chen Feng ate the tofu without changing his expression, feeling a warm current spreading in his stomach, instantly dispelling the fatigue brought on by the battle. This feeling of comfort made him raise his eyebrows.

"How was it? How was the effect?" Oscar asked with some anticipation.

Whether he can retain his title as Shrek Academy's top healing-type Soul Master depends on this handsome young man's evaluation.

Chen Feng turned around and saw Tang San looking at him curiously, so he said:

"Its recovery speed is much faster than your Blue Silver Grass, and its effects are more obvious. In battle or similar emergency situations, it is more suitable to use this kind of tofu."

Tang San nodded, not surprised by the result.

As Chen Feng once said, although Blue Silver Grass can be cultivated in the direction of support, its support effect will not be stronger than those dedicated support-type martial souls.

At that time, Tang San did not fully understand the meaning of those words, but after experiencing the effects of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda today, he realized that Chen Feng had been too conservative in his words and was probably just saving face for him.

If Tang San were to evaluate the Blue Silver Grass and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda himself, he would say that the Blue Silver Grass's support capabilities are not even a hair's breadth less than the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda's.

After all, he's only doing it part-time, while the other person is a professional, so it's normal that he can't compare.

Therefore, Tang San was very glad that he had listened to Chen Feng's advice and embarked on another path of fully amplifying his own vitality.

As soon as Chen Feng finished giving his evaluation, Oscar gave him a thumbs up, "Young man, you really have a good eye! Don't worry, you can have as much tofu as you want from now on!"

"Just tofu? You should have another soul skill, right? Can I have a taste?" Chen Feng said with a smile.

Others might find Oscar's tofu smelly, but he loved eating stinky tofu in his past life, so the smell didn't bother him at all; in fact, it gave him a nostalgic feeling.

“No problem, from now on, as long as it’s food I can summon, you can have as much as you want.” Oscar’s eyes were a little red.

It's really not easy. He's been in this academy for so many years, and the food he creates has always been disliked. Unless it's absolutely necessary, no one will eat the food he summons.

Even a glutton like Ma Hongjun was unwilling to eat the food he summoned.

Even the dean only acknowledged the effectiveness of his food, but felt that its color, aroma, and taste were all unsatisfactory.

Now that someone has finally come along who can appreciate the deliciousness of his food, Oscar vows to himself that this handsome young man will be his best friend from now on.

"A young and beautiful clove of garlic!" Oscar made a delicate gesture with his fingers, and a clove of garlic appeared in his palm.

"Here, have a taste."

Chen Feng took the sweet garlic and couldn't help but say:

"Can you stop making such effeminate gestures when you summon food?"

"There's a reason for that," Oscar explained seriously. "Using specific postures when using soul skills can speed up the reaction of soul power and increase the speed of using soul skills."

"Of course I know that, but does your pose have to be so effeminate?" Chen Feng said helplessly.

"This...isn't something I can control." Oscar tapped his two index fingers together, looking aggrieved.

If he were a cute girl, this gesture would be adorable, but given his current burly, masculine appearance, it only makes people feel disgusted.

"Hoo~" Xiao Wu's voice came from behind. Chen Feng turned around and saw that many people's faces were a little green, obviously disgusted by Oscar.

Chen Feng himself felt a little nauseous, so he quickly ate a piece of sweet garlic to calm his nerves.

"It tastes pretty good," he said, chewing on a clove of sweet garlic.

As a member of a great foodie empire, Chen Feng can eat anything as long as the food doesn't taste too disgusting, like douzhi (fermented mung bean juice).

In his opinion, Oscar's sweet garlic tasted pretty good, even better than the sweet garlic he had in his previous life.

So Chen Feng didn't quite understand why the people here would dislike Oscar's food.

"You, you really think my food is delicious?" Oscar's voice trembled slightly.

"Hmm, I think it tastes pretty good," Chen Feng said.

"You have such great taste, buddy." Oscar gave a thumbs up.

"Is this guy's sense of taste going to be messed up?" Ma Hongjun muttered to himself.

"You don't know anything! This guy is the one who truly appreciates good food. You're just a glutton! You can't understand the beauty of food at all," Oscar said angrily.

"Alright, alright, whatever happens, happens." Zhao Wuji waved his hand and turned to walk into the village. "Little Fatty, show them around and get their dorms arranged. Tomorrow, everyone gather at the big playground, and I'll give you a lesson."

Zhao Wuji is here to teach? Chen Feng's expression was somewhat strange.

Is this muscular guy trying to teach them how to wrestle?

It's not that Chen Feng had the wrong idea; it's just that Zhao Wuji's appearance reminded him of the dressing room video he'd seen in his previous life.

With mixed feelings, Chen Feng and the others followed Ma Hongjun toward the student dormitory, while Oscar had to tidy up his tofu stall, so he didn't go with them.

As they walked, Ma Hongjun explained the rules of Shrek Academy.

The rules were simple: no rape or plunder, but fighting and gambling were encouraged.

Then he continued:

"I took a quick look during the day, and the other applicants all seem a bit lacking. It would probably be difficult for them to pass the assessment, so this year there should only be six of you new students."

"In that case, should we give ourselves a name?" Chen Feng asked.

"A name?" Ma Hongjun thought for a moment, "How about we call them the Nine Shrek Monsters? We can add more as we go."

“I think this name is a bit old-fashioned, what do you guys think?” Chen Feng asked the others.

Ning Rongrong: "I also think it won't work."

Xiao Wu: "It sounds awful."

Zhu Zhuqing: "Completely tasteless."