Zhu Zhuqing Sisters! Yu Xiaogang's Trash Theory!

The two of them engaged in some rather ambiguous daily banter within the room.

Seeing that the hour was growing late, Xue Ke, being a princess of Heaven Dou, could not afford to stay out for too long.

She rose to dress herself, then walked over to Tang Yu, clinging to him in a reluctant farewell.

"My Prince, I must return to the palace now. If you find the time, you must come to see me often."

Tang Yu nodded, watching as she departed.

Once the princess had left, Tang Yu pushed open the door and stepped into the backyard of the mansion.

The moment he entered the inner courtyard, he saw the sisters Zhu Zhuqing and Zhu Zhuyun practicing together.

Two graceful figures darted back and forth across the grounds, the sound of their soul power clashing crisp and melodic.

During a break, the two huddled together, occasionally letting out silver-bell-like laughter.

This scene stirred a sense of reflection in Tang Yu.

The cutthroat rules of the Star Luo Empire were a complete waste of talent; these two were biological sisters, and living in harmony like this was how it should be.

Zhu Zhuqing caught sight of Tang Yu approaching from the corner of her eye, her face flushing red as she ceased her movements.

Zhu Zhuyun's eyes lit up the moment she saw him, and she immediately swayed her waist as she hurried over.

"Marquis."

Zhu Zhuyun leaned in close to Tang Yu, her tone exceptionally soft.

"My sister and I have had a good talk these past few days, and we've both come to an understanding. The days of the past were truly meaningless; from now on, we sisters just want to follow you and cultivate diligently."

Hearing this, Tang Yu immediately thought of his More Children More Blessings System.

In the future, he would receive rewards for having children, which would allow his women to grow stronger and perhaps be of great help to him later on.

"Since you have such ambition, let me see the results of your training."

Tang Yu strode to the center of the courtyard and beckoned to Zhu Zhuqing with his finger.

"Zhuqing, attack me with everything you have."

Zhu Zhuqing took a breath, and her soul power erupted instantly.

Her figure flashed, turning into a blur as her sharp cat claws struck directly toward Tang Yu's vitals.

Yet, Tang Yu simply stood his ground, shifting his feet slightly to evade every attack with ease.

No matter how fast Zhu Zhuqing moved, she could not touch him in the slightest.

After a continuous barrage of high-intensity attacks, Zhu Zhuqing was soon panting, standing in place drenched in sweat with a look of frustration on her face.

Tang Yu looked at her unwilling expression and offered praise:

"Your progress is quite good."

"Having abandoned those old, rigid theories, your movements are now more concise and powerful."

Hearing this assessment, Zhu Zhuqing hesitated for a moment before whispering a rebuttal.

"But... when I was at Shrek Academy, the theories taught to us by my teacher, Yu Xiaogang, were still somewhat useful."

Upon hearing this, Tang Yu let out a cold, disdainful laugh.

"Let me tell you, you must completely overturn everything you learned from that piece of trash!"

"Because all of that is nothing but useless bullshit!"

Zhu Zhuqing was stunned; she had not expected Tang Yu's assessment to be so merciless.

Tang Yu looked her straight in the eyes, his tone blunt.

"I ask you."

"Has that so-called master of theory ever killed a Titled Douluo with his own hands?"

Zhu Zhuqing was stumped by the question and answered truthfully.

"No, my teacher is not a combat-oriented soul master."

Tang Yu was relentless.

"A person without even a shred of combat experience is writing garbage for theories."

"Life-and-death struggles on the battlefield cannot be won by armchair theorizing."

He walked up to Zhu Zhuqing and patted her shoulder.

"From now on, forget all those trash theories. You only need to listen to me; I will teach you how to become a true powerhouse."

Looking at Tang Yu's confident face, Zhu Zhuqing felt a sudden clarity in her heart and nodded firmly, understanding his intent.

The evening glow spilled across the backyard of the Wuyang Marquis Mansion.

The sweat on the two women's bodies shimmered in the setting sun.

The high-intensity training finally came to an end.

Zhu Zhuqing and Zhu Zhuyun ceased their movements, steadying their heaving chests.

Their clothes were long since soaked through with sweat, clinging tightly to their skin and outlining breathtaking, perfect curves.

The air was filled with a faint, lingering fragrance—the scent unique to the two sisters.

Tang Yu stood to the side with his hands behind his back, watching them.

"Make sure you both remember everything I taught you today."

"Don't wake up tomorrow having forgotten it all."

Hearing this, the two women nodded obediently and repeatedly.

Zhu Zhuqing even took an exquisite little notebook out of her Soul Tool.

She lowered her head, flipping through the notes page by page, carefully checking to see if she had missed a single detail of Tang Yu's instruction.

This focused expression of hers carried a unique, endearing charm.

A gentle breeze blew by, brushing the stray hairs behind her ears.

Tang Yu admired the pair of sisters before him, a sense of contentment rising in his heart.

"Tonight, both of you come to my room."

The light, airy sentence echoed through the courtyard.

Upon hearing this arrangement, both women stiffened, their faces filled with astonishment.

They instinctively turned their heads and exchanged a glance.

Zhu Zhuqing's pretty face flushed bright red in an instant, the color spreading even to her snow-white neck.

She never expected that Tang Yu would make such a shameful request.

Even Zhu Zhuyun, who was usually bold, mature, and alluring, could not hold her composure; her cheeks turned visibly crimson.

They naturally understood what those words implied.

Although they had both become Tang Yu's women, this was absolutely the first time for something like this.

Night soon shrouded Heaven Dou Imperial City.

Dim yellow lanterns lit up the corridor in the inner courtyard of the marquis's mansion.

Two graceful figures walked one after the other along the corridor, arriving before Tang Yu's door.

For the night's events, the two women had clearly dressed with great care.

They were both wearing loose silk nightgowns made of soft material; as the breeze blew, their shapely figures were faintly visible.

Zhu Zhuyun stopped and turned to look at her sister, her tone carrying a hint of complex emotion.

"Zhuqing."

"I truly never imagined that after you and I fought for so many years in Star Luo, struggling to the death, we would end up here like this one day."

Zhu Zhuqing kept her head down, twisting the hem of her dress with both hands, not daring to meet her sister's eyes.

Her face was as red as a ripe apple, and her heart was pounding so fast that her breathing became rapid with nervousness.

Seeing her sister's shy appearance, the awkwardness in Zhu Zhuyun's heart dissipated quite a bit, and she couldn't help but feel a desire to tease her.

"What is there to be shy about?"

"I saw very clearly when you came out of his room that night. Your face was flushed and glowing; you were clearly quite satisfied."

Stung by these words, Zhu Zhuqing looked up in shame and annoyance, glaring fiercely at her sister.

"Don't act like you're so different!"

"You talk as if you have so much experience, but aren't you a first-timer too?"