Duolou: After taking advice, I became Supreme!

As the deep and powerful voice echoed, Zhao Wuji felt his hair stand on end. This was the last voice he wanted to hear.

Meng Shu had arrived!

Meanwhile, Meng Yiran was overwhelmed with frustration. It was one thing that everyone else here had better talents than hers, but now even the soul beast that she and her grandmother had hunted first was being contested by others!

Her grievances spilled out as she complained to Meng Shu.

Hearing his granddaughter's words, Meng Shu naturally felt indignant, even angry.

Zhao Wuji, observing the situation, immediately realized the gravity of their predicament.

Having experienced the strength of a Title Douluo before, he knew the danger posed by Meng Shu. Although Meng Shu himself was only a Soul Douluo, the Snake Granny was by his side. Zhao Wuji had no desire to endure another beating.

Thus, he stepped forward with a somewhat humble smile and said cautiously, "Senior Dragon Duke, this junior is Zhao Wuji. May I have a word with you?"

Meng Shu furrowed his brows, comforted Meng Yiran briefly, and whispered something to the Snake Granny. He then turned to Zhao Wuji and nodded.

Meng Shu was well aware of the extraordinary talents of the young people Meng Yiran had described. This was not a group to take lightly, nor could they be treated casually as usual. However, given the matter involved his granddaughter, Meng Shu wasn't about to let it slide.

Seeing that Meng Shu was willing to talk, Zhao Wuji let out a sigh of relief. The worst-case scenario would have been Meng Shu attacking without giving them a chance to explain.

Meng Shu glanced at Zhao Wuji, his expression neutral. "Speak."

With that, he turned and walked into the nearby forest. Zhao Wuji followed immediately, not daring to hesitate.

Once they were far from the group, Meng Shu turned to Zhao Wuji and said calmly, "What is it?"

Zhao Wuji, smiling apologetically, said, "Senior Dragon Duke, I believe this is all just a misunderstanding."

Meng Shu gave Zhao Wuji a skeptical glance, clearly not accepting his explanation.

"King of Unmovable Strength, let's not mince words. Did your well-trained students think my Meng family is an easy target? Bullying my granddaughter so blatantly—don't you owe me an explanation?"

Zhao Wuji wore a bitter smile as he quickly replied, "Senior, I believe there has been a misunderstanding here. While I am their teacher, I have no control over these children. Each of them comes from powerful backgrounds, and their talents are extraordinary."

He pointed to his own bruised face. "Look at me, Senior. These injuries are from them! They're so close-knit that even I couldn't intervene. That's why I wanted to talk to you."

"Oh?" Meng Shu's expression shifted slightly, his thoughts racing.

A group of such strong young talents could only have been cultivated by powerful factions from a young age. Their natural talents must also be astonishing. Otherwise, how could they have achieved such feats at their age—especially that boy named Yun Feng?

Seeing Meng Shu's reaction, Zhao Wuji grew bolder and began speaking in a low voice, his tone carefully measured.

At first, Meng Shu looked shocked. Gradually, his expression turned more serious, his face darkening. Zhao Wuji, however, remained calm and courteous throughout their conversation.

When they finished, Meng Shu returned to his wife and granddaughter, whispered something to the Snake Granny, and exchanged a meaningful glance. Both appeared surprised. As they looked again at the young talents before them, their gazes had noticeably softened.

All of this was noticed by Yun Feng, who immediately understood—Zhao Wuji was exaggerating their backgrounds to gain favor. Yun Feng didn't expose him, merely watching the situation unfold.

Oscar, meanwhile, looked at Zhao Wuji with hope, but his expectations were quickly dashed. Zhao Wuji handed the Phoenix-Tailed Cockscomb Snake directly to Meng Yiran without sparing Oscar a glance.

Oscar's heart sank. He stared at Zhao Wuji's retreating figure, his emotions a tumultuous mix of disappointment and bitterness.

The other Shrek members understood Zhao Wuji's intent and sighed quietly, saying nothing. The situation had reached this point; arguing further would be pointless.

Compared to Oscar's dejection, the rest were more curious about what Zhao Wuji had said to Meng Shu to so drastically change his attitude.

Zhao Wuji noticed Oscar's dissatisfaction but felt helpless. What else could he do? The situation left him no choice. Wandering endlessly in the Star Dou Forest was not an option.

Meng Shu, aware of the Shrek team's reactions, signaled Meng Yiran with his eyes. She glanced at the group before nodding slightly and saying nothing.

Without hesitation, she took out her snake spear and plunged it into the brainstem of the Phoenix-Tailed Cockscomb Snake.

Zzzz—

Fresh blood spurted out.

Once the snake was dead, Meng Yiran wasted no time and sat down to begin her cultivation.

Not long after, a purple soul ring floated from the snake's body. Meng Yiran carefully guided it with her soul power until it rested above her head.

Oscar's eyes reddened as he watched. That was supposed to be his soul ring! Unable to bear the sight any longer, he turned away, unwilling to watch.

Meanwhile, Meng Shu and Chao Tianxiang were unbothered by his emotions. Instead, they turned to Zhao Wuji with interest and said, "Brother Zhao, why don't you introduce us to these talented individuals?"

Hearing this, Zhao Wuji felt conflicted.

"Now it's 'Brother Zhao,' but moments ago, you looked like you wanted to chop me to pieces," he thought to himself.

Despite his inner complaints, he maintained a polite demeanor and began introducing the Shrek students one by one.

With each introduction, Meng Shu's expression grew brighter. These children were treasures! Their talents were nothing short of extraordinary.

Meng Yiran, though focused on absorbing her soul ring, could sense the outside discussions. While she couldn't speak, her mind was not at peace.

As someone who had always prided herself on her beauty and talent, she couldn't help but feel agitated. Although she was undeniably beautiful, with a curvaceous figure and a slender, snake-like waist, her chest heaving in frustration at the thought of being overshadowed by these prodigies.

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