"We plan to stay at the Academy."
Yang Yunhai replied.
"I see…" Dugu Yan nodded slightly. Yang Yunhai was an orphan, Zhu Zhuqing was from the Star Luo Empire but had already cut ties with the Zhu family. With no home, what home was there to return to? Truthfully, she had wanted to invite the two of them to spend the New Year at her home. After all, the only people left in her family were her and her grandfather, Dugu Bo. The more people during the New Year, the warmer the atmosphere. She was about to speak when—
"In that case, Yan Yan and I will stay too." Dugu Bo cut in first. "With just you and Zhuqing here, I can't rest easy. Besides, with the Academy under lockdown, there are still outside forces that will want to investigate. During the New Year, when the Academy goes on holiday, that will be the perfect gap. If no one's watching, those training tools and facilities you designed might get exposed."
He shrugged.
"Even if it's not a Titled Douluo, just a clever Soul Saint could slip past the knights guarding the grounds without being noticed."
"And anyway, the Dugu family is down to just me and Yan Yan. It makes no difference where we spend the New Year."
"I think it's a great idea!" Dugu Yan smiled. "It used to always be just me and Grandpa during the New Year—it was pretty boring. This year, with you two, it'll be livelier."
"The house in the valley is already built. Let's all just move there."
At her words, Yang Yunhai and Zhu Zhuqing glanced at each other and nodded lightly. Yang Yunhai smiled. "Alright then."
"It's late. Let's stay here tonight and move tomorrow."
"Good." Dugu Yan nodded again.
At the same time, in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.
Ning Rongrong was reporting to Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, and Bone Douluo about her training and progress over the past month.
"Even if it's copied, Yu Xiaogang's schedule for daily training is reasonably arranged. And Tang San's idea of using soul power pressure to temper the body is fairly innovative," Sword Douluo commented after listening.
"I think the intensity is a bit much for Rongrong," Bone Douluo frowned, his heart aching for the girl he had treated like a treasure since childhood.
He beckoned to her. "Rongrong, come here. Let Bone Grandpa check your body."
"Yu Xiaogang may have written a decent-looking training plan, but he didn't fully consider each individual. For example, the soul power pressure—several people enduring it together. As for other methods, many are just borrowed ideas, like running with logs or dragging iron balls. Looking at it as a whole, Rongrong is practically a test subject in their first experiment."
"Whether this will cause problems, we don't know yet."
"Oh." Ning Rongrong hopped off the sofa and sat next to Bone Douluo.
"That said, with Dugu Bo and Yang Yunhai both skilled in medicine, and Ye Lingling in their team, even if injuries did happen, they'd be noticed and treated right away. Shrek Academy doesn't have that. Yu Xiaogang has the medicinal bath formula, but he doesn't understand medicine. What if he mixes something wrong?" Sword Douluo added.
He then fell silent, waiting for Bone Douluo's examination to finish.
Moments later, Bone Douluo's expression darkened as he held Ning Rongrong's wrist.
"Old Bone, what's wrong?" Sword Douluo's expression changed instantly, while Ning Fengzhi also frowned.
"Those fools at Shrek!" Bone Douluo cursed coldly.
"Rongrong's internal organs are already injured."
"What!" Both Sword Douluo and Ning Fengzhi's faces shifted dramatically.
"It's not too bad. Fengzhi, use your sixth soul skill to heal her and it will be fine," Bone Douluo shook his head. "Luckily, we caught it early. If it had been delayed another month or two, these would've turned into hidden injuries, damaging her foundation—and that would've been serious."
"If I'm right, it's from too much soul power pressure during training, pressing against her organs."
"But that alone isn't enough. Most likely, the daily high-intensity training already put her under strain, and recovery wasn't sufficient. The pressure training then became the final straw that broke her body down."
He frowned and asked, "Rongrong, after training, didn't the food-type and healing-type soul masters treat you?"
"Yes," Ning Rongrong nodded.
"After every session, Oscar would give everyone a recovery sausage—it's part of his daily practice. And Jiangzhu would also use her healing soul skill, though it was an area-type treatment."
"Old Bone, if not for that, Rongrong wouldn't have lasted this long without realizing she was injured," Sword Douluo reasoned.
"As far as I know, Oscar's recovery sausage comes from his first soul skill, and its main effect isn't healing. How strong can it really be? And we're talking about damage to the internal organs—that's not easy to heal."
"As for Jiangzhu, she's just a Soul Elder. Spreading a group heal over 11 people… it's fine for scratches, but internal injuries? Forget it."
"If it were Ye Lingling, maybe. Jiangzhu's Martial Soul simply can't compare."
His eyes narrowed slightly. "But with both their soul skills combined, it's enough to make the team feel fine the next day. That way, no one raises complaints, and since Yu Xiaogang doesn't understand medicine, he wouldn't notice either."
"My guess is—they never even thought of it."
At his words, Bone Douluo looked toward Ning Fengzhi. "Fengzhi, should we have Rongrong tell them?"
He thought of an even more extreme option, but hesitated to voice it.
Ning Fengzhi didn't answer immediately. He looked to Ning Rongrong instead. "Rongrong, let me check too."
"Mm." She nodded, stepping to his side.
Ning Fengzhi held her wrist, probed carefully, then lifted his head. "Rongrong, aside from Tang San, do you think any of your teammates could be drawn into our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan?"
Ning Rongrong fell into thought before answering, "I don't think so."
"Father, you know Flender and Yu Xiaogang have been close friends for years. Ma Hongjun and Oscar grew up with Flender. With Xiaogang there, they'd never join us before they'd join the Clear Sky Clan or the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."
"Dai Mubai is a Star Luo prince. Xiao Wu and Tang San are inseparable. And the rest… not worth much effort."
"And honestly, Father, even Ma Hongjun, Oscar, and Dai Mubai aren't worth pulling in."
These days, Rongrong has really matured. Ning Fengzhi felt a surge of comfort but asked, "Why?"
"Because just today, after training, the three of them snuck off together to that kind of place. I'm certain they'll spend most of the break there. Flender doesn't even try to stop them. They've all been spoiled."
"Bringing them into the clan? Honestly, I'd worry they'd corrupt our disciples instead."
"Besides, with their lack of discipline, no matter how talented, who knows if they'll ever amount to anything? Strict control would probably only backfire."
"Raise them up and you might just end up with ungrateful wolves—it'd be wasted effort."
'Rongrong has grown up…' Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo both brightened.
Ning Fengzhi nodded gently, releasing his Martial Soul to activate his sixth soul skill, healing Rongrong as he spoke. "Rongrong, from now on, come home every half month under the pretense of visiting us so we can heal you. And don't mention this to anyone when you return."
"Also, during pressure training, you can step out early. Don't force yourself."
With treatment every two weeks, seven months should be fine. Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo both shared a gleam in their eyes but stayed silent.
If Rongrong's internal organs were injured, then Tang San and the others definitely were too—and they still hadn't realized it.
If they can't be used by us, then the best option… is to see them ruined!
Especially Tang San. They gave away the Distraction Control technique for what was supposed to be the "greatest discount," only for Yu Tianheng to bring Yu Xiaogang and settle the same deal with a single word.
How could that not infuriate them? With such shortsighted fools, how could they ever be trusted?
Destroy them. The sooner, the better.
And we won't even need to take the blame.
Ning Rongrong seemed to grasp their meaning. She nodded slightly.
"Alright."
The truth was, Yang Yunhai's team had received medicines to strengthen their foundation and Immortal Herb-based medicinal baths refined by Dugu Bo himself. That kind of training intensity wouldn't harm them.
But Shrek? Not a single healer who truly understood medicine. Tang San only knew poison.
(End of Chapter)
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