Gu Yuena Isn't Human—Is There a Dual Cultivation Technique for the Dragon Clan?

Tang San returned to the dormitory and let go of Xiao Wu's hand.

Xiao Wu didn't understand. "Third Brother, why were you in such a hurry?"

Tang San looked at the bewildered Xiao Wu. "Mistress has important matters to attend to. We can't disturb her."

If Mother came to Teacher's side, he wondered whether Mistress would be willing. It seemed Teacher was about to go through something and needed to discuss it with Mistress. Besides, no one knew just how strong Mistress was.

Coming back to himself, Tang San saw that Xiao Wu still looked confused and said helplessly, "Don't think about it, Xiao Wu. In short, we shouldn't disturb them."

"Alright." Xiao Wu nodded, though she was still puzzled.

Only in the future would she understand what Gu Yuena had meant.

Early the next morning, Shen Qingling barely managed to open his eyes, every bone and muscle in his body aching pleasantly and distinctly.

From yesterday afternoon until late at night, Gu Yuena had found all sorts of ways to torment him. Even with the Golden Dragon King's bloodline supporting him, he had nearly been unable to endure it.

Propping himself up on his arms, he sat up and smiled bitterly to himself. If he'd known strengthening his body would lead to this, he never would've absorbed the Ice-Fire Dragon Bone so readily.

The door opened, and Gu Yuena entered carrying a steaming bowl of porridge. Her eyes were smiling, her face radiant, without the slightest trace of exhaustion.

She sat beside the bed and held the porridge out to Shen Qingling. "Husband, I just made this. Drink it while it's hot."

Shen Qingling glanced at it. Several red petals floated in the porridge. Weren't those Red Flower Fruit petals? They worked like goji berries, except their effect was even stronger.

Shen Qingling instinctively shook his head.

"Forget it, Na'er. I don't need that kind of supplement."

He knew perfectly well that drinking it would help him recover quickly, which would only give her more reason to continue tormenting him.

"That won't do." Gu Yuena scooped up a spoonful and brought it to his lips, her smile bright. "The more you drink, the faster you'll recover. Otherwise, how will we have our next round?"

Shen Qingling's face was already somewhat pale, and his mouth twitched at her words.

"Are you a devil?"

He had finally seen through her. This Silver Dragon King simply had no limits. The stronger his recovery ability was, the more enthusiastically she tormented him.

"A devil? You can call me that if you like." Gu Yuena raised a brow, her tone carrying a hint of threat. "Drink it obediently, or I'll tie up your hands and feet and feed you myself. You're weak all over right now, so you can't resist anyway."

The meaning was clear: either lie down obediently and drink it, or get tied up and fed. He had to choose one.

Shen Qingling swallowed. Seeing the serious look in her eyes, he knew she would do exactly as she said. With a helpless sigh, he opened his mouth, accepted the spoonful of porridge, and drank it resignedly.

Gu Yuena smiled in satisfaction. A husband who drank obediently was a good husband. Her husband had truly been fierce last night—so fierce that she had almost been unable to hold out. Fortunately, there had been a brief gap midway through.

Rubbing her lower abdomen, Gu Yuena thought that she should become pregnant soon. Once they had a child, their home would feel more like a real home.

After finishing the bowl of porridge, Shen Qingling lay back down, still limp all over and unable to muster any strength.

He turned his head toward Gu Yuena, his voice weak.

"Na'er, do you have any cultivation technique that can quickly increase Soul Power? If this keeps up, I really won't be able to take it."

He was currently a Soul Emperor. His body was strong, but his Soul Power foundation was still insufficient.

If he could find a reliable technique to advance his cultivation, then even if he couldn't completely overpower Gu Yuena, he could at least last a little longer instead of being tormented until he couldn't get out of bed every time.

Gu Yuena's smile faded. Her fingertips lightly tapped the edge of the bed as she considered the matter seriously.

There were indeed many secret techniques in the Dragon Clan's inheritance that could rapidly increase Soul Power, but most came with side effects. Some damaged one's foundation, while others affected one's state of mind.

She couldn't just casually give one to her husband. If something went wrong, she would be the one heartbroken over it.

"There are quite a few Dragon Clan secret techniques, but most have both benefits and drawbacks. This can't be rushed." She shook her head. "Let me sort through them carefully and choose the gentlest one without side effects for you. Your body is in good condition. Using other methods to gradually temper it would be more reliable."

Shen Qingling sighed in relief and took the opportunity to say,

"Alright. Once you find a suitable technique, we'll continue with the next round. Until then, you need to take it easy."

He was making a small calculation in his heart. At the very least, he could win himself a few days to catch his breath. If this happened every day, even a body forged from iron wouldn't be able to withstand it.

Gu Yuena saw through his little scheme at once. She couldn't help poking his cheek and smiling.

"Fine, I'll listen to you. But don't think you can slack off. What needs to be done still needs to be done."

Shen Qingling's vision went dark, and he collapsed onto the bed. He knew it wouldn't end so easily. He would still have to take things one step at a time.

After Gu Yuena left with the empty bowl, Shen Qingling lay on the bed with his eyes closed, concentrating as he sorted through Tang San's possible next destination.

The first place he ruled out was the Four Elements Academy.

That place focused on nurturing elemental Martial Souls. Its teachers and resources were all tilted toward the four elements of fire, water, lightning, and wind. Tang San's Blue Silver King followed a plant-based control path, so going there would be completely unsuitable and a pure waste of his talent.

Next was Plant Academy. Shen Qingling shook his head slightly. The academy's overall strength was far too weak. Its record of being swept seven-to-one in the Soul Master Tournament was right there for all to see, and both its faculty and resources were lacking.

Tang San now had a solid foundation, and his Martial Soul had already evolved. He wouldn't learn anything in a place like that. It would only delay his progress.

As for Shrek Academy, Shen Qingling didn't even consider it. Leaving aside Yu Xiaogang's outdated theories, its crooked philosophy of "only accepting monsters, not ordinary people" alone was not worth praising.

It claimed to teach according to aptitude, but in reality, most of its success depended on fortunate opportunities piled together. It had no systematic training structure at all and was far less reliable than a proper academy.

After ruling everything else out, the most suitable option left was Heaven Dou Royal Academy.

Its faculty was formidable, with Soul Douluo-level experts in residence. Its cultivation resources and environment were among the finest on the continent, and students could gain access to information from higher circles.

Tang San could steadily improve there while broadening his horizons. It was far better than staying at a beginner academy like Notting Academy.

Having made up his mind, Shen Qingling propped himself up and sat upright.

It was time to leave Notting Academy. Once he completed the withdrawal procedures, he would take Tang San and Xiao Wu to Heaven Dou City.

If they continued staying at Notting Academy, they would need another five years to complete the six-year program. Wasting five years here would be no different from tearing up money.

And he wouldn't have to see Yu Xiaogang's face anymore. That man found ways to appear every day. He truly was an irritating pest.

Afterward, Shen Qingling adjusted his condition. Just as he got out of bed and entered the courtyard, Tang San and Xiao Wu arrived.

"Teacher." Tang San waved.

Shen Qingling smiled. "Little San, you're here. Teacher is planning to have you withdraw from Notting Academy. Are you willing?"

"I am. So long as it is Teacher's arrangement, this disciple will obey unconditionally and never harbor any complaint."

It seemed Teacher had already made plans for the next step. Leaving Notting Academy now was good as well. He wouldn't have to see that instigating clown Yu Xiaogang, and he could deepen the bond between father and son with Teacher.