Douluo: What the hell is the academic master development system?

Chapter 31 Panlong Sect's Family Tradition
What is appropriate? This is appropriate!

What is a warm man? This is a warm man!

At this moment, Chen Ping wanted to kneel down and kowtow to Wang Yan.

If such a person had lived in the same dormitory with me in college, he would have been a real godfather.

If Chen Ping were really left to figure out a way to get through these two months on his own and then move into the dormitory after Shrek school started, he would definitely have to become a homeless person.

Open treasure chests in Shrek City during the day, and go out of the city and find a wall to lean against to sleep at night.

The room fee is several gold soul coins a day. Even if you kill him and sell his meat, he still can't afford it.

Looking at Chen Ping, whose excitement was evident in his words, Wang Yan simply smiled softly: "After all, we are relatives, so there's no need to say thank you."

"Even if we don't have this relationship, the teacher won't starve you. From now on in school, you can continue to call me Teacher Wang."

"As for private matters, I'm the second oldest in the family, so you can call me Second Uncle. After all, it would be too much trouble for me to go home and look up the family tree these days."

Chen Ping suddenly stood up, clasped his fists, and said with deep emotion: "Second Uncle!"

As the saying goes, little brats can eat me to death.

Wang Yan didn’t understand what this sentence meant at first, until he paid the bill and realized its significance.

He and Tang Ya didn't eat much, but Beibei and Chen Ping ate a lot, and Chen Ping ate the most among them.

It was clearly a feast that didn't even include soul beast meat, but he still managed to eat up more than twenty of his gold soul coins.

After seeing off Tang Ya and Bei Bei, Wang Yan took Chen Ping to pick out some daily necessities before returning to the staff dormitory.

Chen Ping was still carrying his bamboo basket, which was his way of eating.

When he attacked the Little Dragon King before, he untied it and threw it into the Centipede Cave, but Chen Ping picked it up and carried it all the way.

Chen Ping felt embarrassed that he had been eating only Wang Yan's food for more than two months.

Although he could receive a salary from the three empires every month after becoming a first-ring soul master, it was only one gold soul coin every month.

To be honest, for a medicine-making soul master like Chen Ping, this amount of money is just a drop in the bucket. What's more, the prerequisite for receiving this money is to register for school at Shrek.

He didn't want to come up with a good way to make some money. He couldn't even afford the ten gold soul coins for Shrek's tuition, and he would probably have to trouble Wang Yan again.

But how to make this money?

When he was outside, he could pretend to be a top student of Shrek Academy and help people design this and match that, and earn some hard-earned money.

But when he really arrived in Shrek, where there were many top students, it would not be so easy for him to make money.

Just when Chen Ping was struggling with how to make money, Wang Yan had already opened the door.

"Chen Ping, come in. This small bedroom on the right will be yours from now on."

Wang Yan snapped his fingers, and several levelless soul guide lamps in the room immediately lit up.

The staff dormitory assigned to Wang Yan was not big, but fortunately it had all the necessary facilities.

Not only is there an independent bathroom, there is even a small kitchen, which gave Chen Ping an idea.

He planned to go out to buy some ingredients tomorrow and wait for Wang Yan to come back in the evening to prepare some midnight snack for him.

If his cooking skills hadn't declined, perhaps he could have become a colleague of Huo Gua.

Huo Yuhao could only earn a few dollars from grilling fish, but Chen Ping had worked in a food stall during the winter and summer vacations and had been a chef.

I buy ingredients later in the evening, practice and read during the day, and run a food stall at night.

By the way, can we negotiate a deal to buy one or two alcoholic beverages? Isn't this just making money in a circle? Just as Chen Ping was thinking about the feasibility of this idea, whether it would take up too much of his training time, lest he eventually fail to meet the minimum admission standards of Shrek.

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

"Hmm? Chen Ping, what's in this bamboo basket?"

Just as Chen Ping was taking out the various daily necessities that Wang Yan had purchased for him from the bamboo basket, Wang Yan's eyes caught sight of the several thick stacks of manuscripts in Chen Ping's bamboo basket.

"Ah this"

Chen Ping suddenly felt a little embarrassed and didn't know what to say. He couldn't just tell Wang Yan directly that this was the evidence that I had pretended to be a Shrek top student and defrauded others, right?

Wang Yan just glanced at it casually for a few times, and the more he looked, the brighter his eyes became: "Can I take it out and have a look?"

Faced with his second uncle's eager eyes, Chen Ping could only nod awkwardly.

[Common Martial Spirit Parameters Reference Table]

[Shrek Academy Student Training Secrets]

[How to match soul ring and soul bone skills without dilution damage]

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Wang Yan picked up the manuscripts, glanced at them casually at first, then focused his eyes and looked at them carefully.

Finally, Wang Yan simply sat on Chen Ping's small bed, staring at the stack of manuscripts in the bamboo basket with burning eyes.

Not to mention anything else, Wang Yan was already shocked by the reference table of common parameters of common martial spirits.

Every kind of martial soul, no matter whether it is a weapon martial soul or a beast martial soul, no matter whether it is a low-level martial soul or a high-level martial soul, all the parameters are clearly written on the table.

The growth curve after every ten levels has very clear descriptions, and the growth coefficient of each attribute is extremely clear. Wang Yan has never seen such a detailed parameter reference table.

It can be said that if a soul master can get a parameter reference table corresponding to his own martial soul, he will never choose the wrong growth path. He only needs to follow this table and he will not go astray in the direction of development.

Carefully putting the parameter reference table aside, Wang Yan picked up the Shrek Academy student training manual and became even more confused after reading a few pages.

What are these plank exercises, pull-up walks, and rope crunches?
What are these deadlifts, clean and jerks, and dumbbell flyes?
Does Shrek Academy have such a training program?

How come I, Shrek's teacher, don't know this?
The more Wang Yan looked at it, the more frightened he became.

The so-called 'Shrek Training Secrets' in Chen Ping's hand records in detail the training methods for every part of the human body, and even has a ready-made training plan.

It teaches you how to improve your core strength, how to strengthen your upper limbs, and even indicates the strengthening effects of various exercises on different parts of your body. It's like feeding you right into your mouth!
How the hell is this the training secret of Shrek students?

We Shrek are good at running with weights, don’t accuse me wrongly!
Wang Yan hurriedly put down the documents and picked up the stack of spirit rings and spirit bone skills with no dilution damage, feeling a little hesitant.

He had already guessed the origin of these manuscripts, but he still couldn't help but want to take a closer look.

"Chen Ping, these manuscripts should be the family teachings of the Panlong Sect, right?"

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't be so offensive looking at your family studies, but I really couldn't help it."

"I promise you that I won't reveal a single word of what I saw today unless I get your permission."

Chen Ping, who was originally thinking about how to explain the origin of these manuscripts, suddenly had an idea.

"Ah—yes, this is indeed the family tradition of the Panlong Sect."

Chen Ping wiped the sweat from his forehead without leaving a trace.

(End of this chapter)