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Dugu Bo's brows twitched upward. He hadn't expected that someone would dare to flirt with his granddaughter while he was still present.
However, remembering that this was the academy where Lan Minghua resided, he barely suppressed the urge to kill.
"Fatty, watch your mouth. This old man is in a good mood today—don't go seeking your own death."
Ma Hongjun, however, didn't take him seriously and continued his taunts.
"Heh, this is Shrek Academy. Who do you think you are, you decrepit old man? If I take a liking to your granddaughter, that's me giving you face."
He believed that with Lan Minghua holding down the fort at Shrek Academy, even if he caused trouble, Lan Minghua would solve it for him.
Lan Minghua glanced at Ma Hongjun with an amused look.
Who said Ma Hongjun was stupid? This guy was far too cunning.
He hadn't learned much from Flender—except for scheming.
And the thing Lan Minghua hated most was being the target of someone's schemes. Ning Fengzhi had played that game and ended up destroying himself.
He immediately sent a voice transmission to Dugu Bo: "He's not my disciple. Do whatever you want with him—cripple him if you like—just don't actually kill him."
Just as Dugu Bo was wondering how to act, Lan Minghua's voice echoed in his mind.
"Fat fool, you have no relation to the Master, yet you dare provoke this old man? Do you really think I'm made of mud?"
In an instant, the vast green soul power of a Titled Douluo surged from Dugu Bo.
It instantly enveloped Ma Hongjun, pressing him hard against the ground.
Crackling sounds burst from his body, as though his very bones were about to be crushed to powder.
Sensing the pressure of a Titled Douluo's soul power, Xiao Wu reacted like a startled bird, covering her mouth in shock. "T-Titled Douluo!"
In that moment, Dugu Bo became the most dazzling figure present.
Crushed by the immense soul power, Ma Hongjun's already weakened body couldn't withstand it.
Foam bubbled from his mouth, his eyes rolled back, and he lost consciousness completely.
"F-Fatty?!"
Dai Mubai tried to lend a hand, but his own meager strength left him unable to save even himself.
With a thud, he collapsed to the ground, becoming Ma Hongjun's brother in misery.
Moments later, several figures darted over from the depths of Shrek Academy.
Flender, well-traveled and experienced, took one look at the immense green soul power and immediately guessed the newcomer's identity.
He quickly stepped in front of Ma Hongjun, bowing respectfully. "Your Excellency, Poison Douluo, I beg you to show mercy and spare them."
Seeing Ma Hongjun was already unconscious, Dugu Bo didn't press the attack.
He wasn't giving face to Flender, but to Lan Minghua.
Otherwise, the moment Ma Hongjun had spoken so insolently, he would have become a corpse.
Yu Xiaogang, having recovered slightly, was startled by Flender's words.
"It's actually the Poison Douluo, Dugu Bo!"
Hearing that Dugu Bo's title was "Poison," Tang San's interest was piqued. "Teacher, is this Poison Douluo very strong?"
But Yu Xiaogang shook his head, saying softly, "Among Titled Douluo, Dugu Bo's strength isn't high—in fact, he's considered the weakest."
Tang San wasn't disappointed; instead, he saw an opportunity.
If I can befriend this Poison Douluo, many of my most powerful hidden weapons could be brought to life. And when it comes to poison, he may not be my equal. With just a little maneuvering, I can win him over.
Tang San gazed at Dugu Bo as though he were some rare treasure, an obsessive look unconsciously spreading across his face.
In his mind, he was already picturing himself creating the Tang Sect's most formidable hidden weapons, trampling Wu Song underfoot, and beating Lan Minghua in a fight.
Lan Minghua, seeing Tang San's expression, let out a derisive laugh.
You, Tang San, have nothing of value. What makes you think you could befriend a Titled Douluo like Dugu Bo?
Perhaps this was the self-confidence of a genius.
Flender, noticing Dugu Bo had withdrawn his aura, breathed a sigh of relief and asked respectfully, "Your Excellency, Poison Douluo, what brings you to our Shrek Academy?"
"This old man is here to find someone," Dugu Bo replied indifferently—he wasn't going to be polite to a mere Soul Saint.
Flender instantly understood the purpose of his visit.
In Shrek Academy, there was only one person worthy of a Titled Douluo's personal visit: Lan Minghua.
Sensing the timing was right, Lan Minghua said to Oscar, "Oscar, get a move on. Didn't I tell you to go and receive your junior brother?"
"Oh, oh!" Oscar finally realized, jogging off.
He ran up to Dugu Bo and Dugu Yan, a massive question mark seeming to appear over his head.
Pointing at the shapely Dugu Yan, he shouted back toward Lan Minghua.
"Master, do you not know the difference between men and women? This is my junior sister, isn't she? Where is this junior brother?!"
The moment the words left his mouth, the scene fell silent.
Lan Minghua's mouth twitched, a vein bulging on his forehead.
Seriously? I made it so obvious, how could you still get it wrong? Not only that, you think I can't tell men from women?! You're dead!
He grabbed his empty wine bottle and hurled it at Oscar.
Hearing it whoosh through the air, Oscar had learned his lesson and quickly activated his Diamond Body.
Bang!
The bottle shattered against the golden glow, glass scattering everywhere, but Oscar's head was untouched.
"Heh, Master, your bottle didn't hit me."
"Oh, is that so?"
Before Oscar could finish gloating, a sandal flew toward him at an even greater speed.
Crack!
In an instant, the golden glow shattered, and the sandal made intimate contact with his face.
Moments later, Lan Minghua descended from the sky and calmly slipped the sandal back onto his foot.
He had controlled the force of the throw perfectly—just enough to leave a sandal-shaped mark on Oscar's face for a few hours.
Then his voice rang out again.
"Honestly, you can't even handle one small task. I have to do everything myself."
Still annoyed, he gave the "playing dead" Oscar two more kicks for good measure.
"Get up! You're the eldest senior brother, lying on the ground in front of your junior brother? Have you no shame?!"
Hearing this, Oscar scrambled to his feet, trying to look mature.
But the sandal mark on his face was so obvious that even Dugu Bo couldn't help but stare.
This… is my senior brother? A Rank 40, three-ring Soul Elder?
Dugu Bo was dumbfounded. He had never imagined his senior brother would be such a weak clown.
Lan Minghua, amused by Dugu Bo's expression, beckoned to Zhu Zhuqing and Meng Yiran.
The two young women quickly appeared at his side, standing respectfully.
Pointing to Oscar, Lan Minghua said reluctantly, "This is your Eldest Senior Brother."
Then, indicating Zhu Zhuqing and Meng Yiran, he continued, "This is your Second Senior Sister, and this is your Fourth Junior Sister."
Dugu Bo's expression was priceless. He had expected Lan Minghua's disciples to be young, but he never imagined this.
His senior brother and senior sister were both teenagers.
Looking at the clearly entertained Lan Minghua, Dugu Bo's lips twitched.
But this was his own choice—a choice that saved him from the fate of dying by his own poison.
Therefore, he had no regrets about becoming Lan Minghua's disciple. He turned to Oscar and the others and said in a deep voice:
"I, Dugu Bo, greet my Senior Brother, Senior Sister, and Junior Sister."
(End of Chapter)