Divine Doctor Mommy Is A True Big Shot-Chapter 92 - 94 Unique Skills

Dugu Wu knew that his leg wouldn’t heal within a year.

Though he had handed over military power, Emperor Yongye still hoped he would take up a significant position in the court.

With the Old Grand Preceptor growing old, Emperor Yongye assigned him to assist the Old Grand Preceptor at the Ministry of Revenue, but that stubborn old man disagreed with him on many things. Not wanting to stay at the Ministry of Revenue, he simply came to Yuxiu Academy to teach.

Yuxiu Academy was quite close to the Imperial Academy. After class, he could pick up Xiaojin and bring her back home, which was quite nice.

“I divined recently and predicted that a great calamity will befall us soon. Having a disciple could provide someone to attend to my remains.”

The beautiful woman said with a smile.

She spoke casually, as if life and death were of no concern to her, prompting Dugu Wu to glance sidelong.

The woman was skilled in both literature and martial arts, a truly fascinating figure. Her divinations were always accurate.

Dugu Wu couldn’t help feeling a touch of regret.

He and the dean had formed a friendship that transcended age. The first time he went into battle, his lack of experience almost led to his capture deep behind enemy lines, until the dean happened by and saved him.

She taught him military strategies, and within a few years, he rapidly grew into the Ninth Prince, a figure feared on the battlefield.

He had been without parents from a young age and had never even seen his mother. To him, the dean was a teacher, a friend, and a mother.

So, when she asked him to take up a post as a teacher at Yuxiu Academy years ago, he agreed despite his reluctance.

He knew the dean’s temperament well—she was not one for many words, and he did not ask further.

“Since you are selecting a closed-door disciple, why choose from among the commoner girls? There must be many in Yuxiu Academy who wish to take you as their master?”

Dugu Wu remembered, a few years ago, when Nalan Yan’er first entered Yuxiu Academy, Grandmaster Nalan had tried several times to persuade the dean to take Nalan Yan’er as her disciple.

But the dean had refused.

Even Nalan Yan’er failed to catch her eye, so were there really suitable candidates among this group of female students?

“Those ladies, though intelligent, are all too polished. What I seek in a disciple is uncut jade. Uncut jade, like stone, must be able to endure the erosion of wind and sun to withstand the impending storms of blood and chaos.”

The Dean nodded after finishing speaking, indicating Dugu Wu to stand up.

“We’re going to take a look and see how many of these stones are carveable.”

The Dean led Dugu Wu to a hidden door. Upon opening it, they found stairs leading to the floors below.

By the time they reached the second floor, a tea room was set with chairs and tea already prepared. A screen was placed at the front.

The screen was ingeniously made; from the outside looking in, one could only see the landscape painting on it. But from the inside looking out, the scene beyond the screen was clearly visible.

A flute melody had just ended, and a female student who had finished performing bowed respectfully and then retired.

The second round of assessments was still ongoing.

Though there were over a hundred participants, the talents displayed were largely the same: dance, ancient zither, flute, guzheng were still the top choices for most, with a few showing calligraphy and painting—none particularly novel. With the performances so similar, it was quite a challenge for the three female teachers acting as examiners to eliminate half to advance to the next round.

At this moment, another female student stepped forward. She performed a Rainbow Dance, a very popular court dance in Great Chu. Unfortunately, two other female students had performed the same dance before her.

“In terms of dance, it is Nalan Yan’er’s dance that is exceptional. No one in Yuxiu Academy can compare with her. If we really have to compare, only the Wu sisters from the Chen Dynasty could give her a run for her money. Alas, they too have gone astray, thinking dance was merely for pleasure, not realizing that in the hands of the skillful, dance can be a deadly weapon.”

The Dean had seen Nalan Yan’er’s dance and found the performances of these female students considerably inferior.

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Dugu Wu had heard of the Wu sisters; they were a pair of female assassins who ultimately died under a barrage of arrows.

Was the comparison with Nalan Yan’er just a coincidence?

While Dugu Wu pondered this, a voice full of vigor was heard.

“My name is Ouyang Chenchen, and my talent is in carving.”

Ouyang Chenchen emerged from the crowd, holding a radish and a carving knife in her hand.

The corners of the mouths of the three main female teachers twitched, not having the chance to ask where she got the radish before Ouyang Chenchen’s carving knife began to dance in her hand, the radish quickly taking a new form in just a few moments.

Within half a quarter of an hour, the radish had been carved into a well-crafted camellia.

The carved flower had distinct petals as thin as paper, and its veins were lifelike, hardly distinguishable from a real flower.

The three teachers hesitated, then, after whispering amongst themselves, indicated that Ouyang Chenchen could step down.

“How about that, my skills aren’t bad, right? I spent a month in the imperial kitchens…I mean, in our kitchen at home, and cut all ten fingers before learning this.”

Ouyang Chenchen, full of pride, returned to the side of Feng Bailing.

Others may prick their fingers while embroidering; Ouyang Chenchen had cut hers while carving…

Following Ouyang Chenchen was Feng Bailing’s turn.

Among the previous seventy to eighty people, fifteen played the ancient zither, ten the flute, thirteen the guzheng, eight the pipa, and then there were ten dancers… Feng Bailing suddenly felt an unknown gaze upon her.

Without looking to find the source, she picked up a suona from among the instruments.

Dugu Wu unconsciously trembled while holding his tea cup.

Feng Bailing wasn’t planning to…

She puffed out her cheeks and positioned herself, with breath sinking into her dantian, the sound of the suona suddenly soared to the sky.

After listening to the soft and fluffy sounds of zither and flute that nearly put the sleepy Dean to doze, she was about to sip her tea for a pick-me-up when a loud suona note caused her to spray the tea out of her mouth.