As time passed bit by bit, about a week went by. Shen Qingling's cultivation improved slightly again, and he was only a step away from breaking through. Even the golden Soul Ring formed from his blood and qi showed a trace of loosening.
That day, Gu Yuena was teaching Tang San some other techniques for using the Blue Silver King.
"Little San, your master's wife already told you: have the Blue Silver King vines bind them first, then slowly wear down their Soul Power. Once they have no Soul Power left, hit them with a relentless series of attacks."
Gu Yuena believed that when beating someone up, one had to be ruthless—and enjoy the process of crushing the weak.
Otherwise, what was the point of cultivating?
"But Teacher said battles should be resolved quickly!"
Tang San spread his hands. "To prevent unexpected changes!"
"Your teacher isn't as good as your master's wife." Gu Yuena looked at Tang San. "Then let your master's wife ask you: why have you cultivated to such a high realm?"
Tang San answered, "To become stronger!"
"After becoming stronger, what do you do when you encounter someone who provokes you?"
"Hit them back. Of course I have to hit them back. I've cultivated to become this strong—why wouldn't I hit them back?" Tang San said.
"Exactly. You have to slowly enjoy the process. Your teacher is too rigid. You can't go wrong listening to your master's wife, right?"
Gu Yuena gave a soft snort. She had to teach Little San how to crush the weak.
Tang San rubbed his head. "What if the other side is strong enough to fight back and refuses to submit?"
"Simple!" The corners of Gu Yuena's lips rose. "If it's a man, make sure he can never have descendants. If it's