The Coiling Dragon Sect's Family Teachings

What did it mean to be considerate? This was what being considerate looked like!

What did it mean to be a warm-hearted man? This was what being warm-hearted looked like!

At that moment, Chen Ping almost wanted to kneel before Wang Yan and kowtow to him.

If someone like this had gone to university and shared a dorm room with him back then, he would have been a bona fide godfather.

If Chen Ping had really been left to figure out how to survive these two-plus months on his own, waiting until Shrek started the new term before moving into the dorms, he would definitely have had to change classes on the spot and become a homeless wanderer.

He would open treasure chests in Shrek City during the day, then leave the city at night and find a wall to lean against while he slept.

The room cost several Gold Soul Coins a day. Even if they killed him and sold his meat, he still couldn't afford to stay there.

Looking at Chen Ping's undisguised excitement, Wang Yan merely smiled lightly. "No matter what, we're relatives of sorts. There's no need to keep thanking me."

"Even without that connection, a teacher couldn't possibly let you go hungry. At school, you should continue calling me Teacher Wang."

"As for in private, I'm the second oldest in my family. You can call me Second Uncle. Besides, if I went home and checked the family tree now, it'd be far too much trouble."

Chen Ping abruptly stood up, clasped his fists, and spoke with deep feeling. "Second Uncle!"

As the saying went, "A half-grown boy could eat his father out of house and home."

Wang Yan had never understood what that saying meant—until it was time to pay the bill, when he finally grasped its true weight.

He and that girl Tang Ya hadn't eaten much, but Bei Bei and Chen Ping had eaten an astonishing amount, with Chen Ping eating the most of all.

It had clearly been an expensive feast that hadn't even included Soul Beast meat, yet they had still managed to spend more than twenty Gold Soul Coins.

After seeing Tang Ya and Bei Bei off, Wang Yan took Chen Ping to buy some daily necessities before returning to the Faculty Dormitory.

Chen Ping was still carrying his Bamboo Basket. It was his livelihood, after all.

He had untied it and thrown it into Centipede Cave when he ambushed the Little Touch Dragon King earlier, but Chen Ping had gone back to retrieve it and carried it all the way here.

After living off Wang Yan for more than two months, Chen Ping felt rather embarrassed.

Although he could receive a salary from the Three Great Empires every month after becoming a One Ring Soul Master, it amounted to only one Gold Soul Coin a month.

To be honest, for a potion-using Soul Master like Chen Ping, that amount was nothing more than a drop in the bucket. Besides, he could only receive it after registering and enrolling at Shrek.

If he couldn't come up with a good way to earn some money, he wouldn't even be able to scrape together the ten Gold Soul Coins needed for Shrek's registration fee. He would probably have to trouble Wang Yan again.

But what would be the best way to make money?

Before coming here, he could pretend to be a top student from Shrek Academy and help people design this or combine that, earning a little for his efforts.

But now that he was actually in Shrek, where top students from Shrek Academy were everywhere, making that money wouldn't be so easy.

While Chen Ping was agonizing over how to earn money, Wang Yan had already opened the door.

"Chen Ping, come in. The small bedroom on the right is yours from now on."

Wang Yan snapped his fingers, and several level-less Soul Guidance Lamps in the room immediately lit up.

The Faculty Dormitory Wang Yan had been assigned wasn't very large, but fortunately, it had everything despite its small size.

It had not only a private bathroom but even a small kitchen. That gave Chen Ping an idea.

He planned to go out tomorrow and buy some Ingredients, then prepare a midnight snack for Wang Yan when he returned that evening.

If his cooking skills hadn't declined, perhaps he could follow in Huo Yuhao's footsteps and make a living from it.

How much money could Huo Yuhao's Grilled Fish really make? Chen Ping had worked at a roadside food stall during winter and summer vacations, even serving as the head cook.

He could buy Ingredients later in the day, cultivate and read during the daytime, and run a food stall at night.

He could also see whether he could negotiate one or two channels for purchasing liquor. Wasn't that just making money in circles?

While Chen Ping considered whether the plan was feasible, whether it would take up too much of his cultivation time and leave him unable to meet Shrek's minimum enrollment standards,

and while he thought about practical issues such as whether he could afford to rent a stall in Shrek City and whether Shrek would allow open-air barbecue stalls, Wang Yan's puzzled voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Hm? Chen Ping, what's inside that Bamboo Basket of yours?"

As Chen Ping took the various daily necessities Wang Yan had helped him purchase out of the Bamboo Basket, the corner of Wang Yan's eye also caught sight of several thick stacks of manuscripts inside it.

"Ah, this..."

Chen Ping immediately felt awkward, unsure how to explain. He couldn't just tell Wang Yan outright that these were the materials proving he had once impersonated a top student from Shrek Academy and conned people, could he?

Wang Yan only glanced through them casually at first, but the more he read, the brighter his eyes became. "Can I take them out and have a look?"

Facing the eager gaze of his Second Uncle, Chen Ping could only nod awkwardly.

Common Martial Soul Common Parameter Reference Table

Shrek Academy Student Exercise Manual

Soul Ring Soul Bone Skill Diluted Damage Matching Method

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Wang Yan picked up the manuscripts and first skimmed them casually. Then his gaze sharpened, and he began reading them seriously.

In the end, Wang Yan simply sat down on Chen Ping's small bed, staring intently at the stacks of manuscripts inside the Bamboo Basket.

For nothing else, the Common Martial Soul Common Parameter Reference Table alone had already shocked him.

Every Martial Soul—whether a Weapon Martial Soul or a Beast Martial Soul, whether low-level or high-level—had its various parameters clearly transcribed in the tables.

The growth curve after every ten levels was explained in precise detail, and the growth coefficient of every attribute was perfectly clear. Wang Yan had never seen such a detailed parameter reference table.

It could be said that if a Soul Master obtained a parameter reference table corresponding to their own Martial Soul, there was no way they could choose the wrong growth path. They only needed to follow the table, and they wouldn't stray from the right direction.

Carefully setting the parameter reference table aside, Wang Yan picked up the Shrek Academy Student Exercise Manual. After reading a few pages, he was even more confused.

What the hell were this Plank, Pull-Up Walk, and Resistance-Band Crunch?

And what the hell were this Deadlift and Clean-and-Jerk and Dumbbell Fly?

Did Shrek Academy have training programs like these?

Why didn't I, a teacher from Shrek, know about them?

The more Wang Yan read, the more alarmed he became.

This so-called "Shrek training manual" in Chen Ping's hands recorded detailed training methods for every part of the human body, and even included ready-made training plans.

It explained how to improve core strength and strengthen upper-body strength. It even marked out the strengthening effects of various forms of exercise on each body part. It was practically feeding the answers straight into someone's mouth!

What the hell was this? It wasn't a Shrek student exercise manual!

We Shrek only know how to run and do weighted runs. Don't slander us!

Wang Yan hurriedly put those manuscripts down, then picked up the stack titled Soul Ring Soul Bone Skill Diluted Damage Matching Method, his heart filled with hesitation.

By this point, he had already guessed where the manuscripts came from, but he still couldn't help wanting to read a little more.

"Chen Ping, these manuscripts should be the Coiling Dragon Sect's family teachings, right?"

"I'm sorry. In principle, I shouldn't have looked at your family teachings so rudely, but I really couldn't stop myself..."

"I promise you that unless I have your permission, not a single word of what I saw today will ever leave my mouth."

Chen Ping, who had been thinking about how to explain the origin of the manuscripts, suddenly brightened.

"Ah—yes, yes. These really are the Coiling Dragon Sect's family teachings."

Chen Ping discreetly wiped the sweat from his forehead.