Douluo Continent: I teach and nurture students at Tianshui Academy!

Her long, slender, fair fingers danced across the piano keys like leaping sprites, producing beautiful notes that surrounded her and calmed her unease and fear.

Suddenly, a pair of large hands tightly embraced Lan Qingyan's voluptuous body from behind, forcing the mature and beautiful director to stop playing. As soon as she turned her head, a handsome and heroic face enlarged in her eyes, and an extremely forceful kiss landed on her gray-blue lips, entwining with her passionately.

At the same time, a pure yang energy, extremely masculine and powerful, enveloped Lan Qingyan, possessing her with an overwhelming force and not allowing the mature and beautiful director to resist. This caused her to go limp all over, unable to muster any strength to resist, and she slumped into the arms of the person behind her like a lump of mud, allowing him to do as he pleased.

After a while, the piano music that had stopped started again, but it became chaotic and disorderly, unlike the beautiful music before.

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Chapter 86: Bibi Dong's Madness! Lan Qingyan's Regret.

Wuhun City.

The papal palace at night is brightly lit, and the air is filled with an intoxicating fragrance.

On the bed, Bibi Dong, dressed in a light purple spaghetti strap nightgown, tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Her delicate brows were furrowed, and her beautiful face was filled with doubt as she kept recalling the words the Demon Soul Cult Leader had said to her.

Qian Xunji didn't insult her? Her memories might not be real?

But the more Bibi Dong thought about it, the more impossible it seemed, and she scoffed at the idea.

If that beast didn't insult her, where did those Qian Renxue come from? That bastard child was born after she carried it for ten months. Could it be that the memories of those ten months were all fake?

Yet she still held a sliver of hope. If, if it were true, that she hadn't been humiliated by that beast Qian Xunji, that her memory was false.

That means she's clean!

The moment this thought arose, it was as if a rope had fallen from the sky, landing above the dark swamp, right in front of the mother spider mired in the mud. If she could just climb up this rope, she could escape the dark and filthy swamp and get closer to the blazing sun!

But she was also afraid that the rope would suddenly break, and she would fall heavily into the dark mud, sinking deeper and deeper until she could never climb out.

Bibi Dong was caught in a deep dilemma; she simply couldn't believe what the Demon Soul Cult Leader had said.

If it weren't for Qian Renxue, she might have believed it.

It was precisely because of that bastard child's existence that he was constantly telling her about that dark past!

"You bastard! You must die!"

The mere thought of Qian Renxue contorted Bibi Dong's beautiful face into a grotesque grimace, her eyes flashing with a scarlet light. No matter what, she was determined to kill Qian Renxue.

For her, Qian Renxue was not only a disgrace, but also a ticking time bomb.

She was afraid that if Gu Shenge knew that Qian Renxue was her daughter, her secret would still be known to him.

The best way to protect a secret is to eliminate everyone connected to it.

Thinking of the humiliation she had suffered, the crimson light in Bibi Dong's eyes intensified. She gripped the bed, her jade-like hands bulging with veins, and let out a low growl filled with madness and resentment.

"Qian Daoliu, and that bastard, you both must die!"

"Qian Yifei, I will slaughter you and your descendants! I will destroy the angelic lineage and sever the angelic divine positions!"

Her already hideous and distorted beautiful face became even more terrifying, her appearance repulsive, and a deep, evil purple aura emanated from her, like a demon from the dark abyss, extremely frightening!

Even Bibi Dong herself was unaware that the resentment, unwillingness, humiliation, and anger in her heart were turning into nourishment, constantly nurturing a being who was also filled with hatred towards the angels.

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The next day~

As night fades into dawn, the sky turns a deep blue, and the rising sun gradually paints the sky red. The morning light shines through the clouds, illuminating the earth and awakening all things that have been sleeping all night. A new day has begun.

Tianshui College, Building No. 3.

Strands of sunlight streamed through the glass of the second-floor room, scattering across the bed and illuminating the couple embracing and entwining.

Feeling the warm and gentle light of dawn, Gu Shenge's solar martial soul stirred and awakened him.

After a while, the young man slowly opened his eyes, slightly confused and still sleepy. But as he felt the warmth and softness of the person he was holding, he gradually regained his senses.

After regaining consciousness, Gu Shenge looked at Lan Qingyan, who was still asleep in her arms, reached out and gently stroked the smooth, fair face of the mature female director. With satisfaction in her eyes, she lowered her head and kissed her snow-white forehead before getting up, changing her clothes, and leaving.

After Gu Shenge left, Lan Qingyan opened her beautiful eyes, but did not get up. Instead, she lay quietly on the bed, her almond-shaped eyes filled with sorrow, shame, and regret. She had never expected things to develop to this point.

She was also filled with regret. If she hadn't been so aggressive towards Gu Shenge in the meeting, perhaps none of this would have happened.

As for rebelling against Gu Shenge? That's even more impossible.

How could a mere Soul Saint possibly resist a Title Douluo?

All Lan Qingyan could do was comply and accept it.

Meanwhile, inside the elite class classroom.

The girls arrived early. Ning Rongrong, Shui Yue'er, Xiao Wu, and Ye Lingling surrounded Zhu Zhuqing, chattering like little birds, asking questions of the little wildcat.

"Xiaoqing, what did the teacher keep you behind for last night? Did she give you extra tutoring?"

"I think that's possible. Xiaoqing, what did your teacher secretly teach you last night? Can you tell us?"

"Zhuqing persisted the longest during yesterday's body-strengthening training, so the teacher must have rewarded you. I also want a reward from the teacher!"

"Hehe~ Xiao Qing, I sense the same aura from you as your teacher. Tell me honestly, what did you get in return?"

Xiao Wu moved closer to Zhu Zhuqing and asked her with a smile.

Others could not perceive Zhu Zhuqing's changes, but Xiao Wu, who had often been bathed in the Taiyin Martial Soul and absorbed the Taiyin Moon Essence to cultivate, was extremely sensitive to the Taiyin aura emitted by the Moon Shadow Spirit Cat.

Faced with her classmates' persistent questions, Zhu Zhuqing remained as cold as ever and did not answer them.

She wouldn't reveal that she had become Gu Shenge's disciple without her teacher's permission.

Seeing that Zhu Zhuqing wouldn't say anything, Ye Lingling and Xiao Wu didn't press the matter further.

However, the little wildcat's cold attitude displeased Ning Rongrong.

"Tch, what are you pretending for? It's just that I did a few more body-strengthening exercises. I can do that too."

After speaking, Princess Qibao returned to her seat, pondering how to persuade Gu Shenge to agree to allow the Qibao Glazed Tile School to cultivate the Ninth-Rank Body Tempering Technique, and even the Taiyin Treasure Record.

Ring ring…

As the school bell rang, the girls sat down one by one.

On the platform, golden light surged, and Gu Shenge appeared in front of the blackboard, holding a teacup in her left hand and a textbook tucked under her arm.

He placed the teacup and textbooks on the podium, glanced at the students, and began to speak in a loud voice.

"Alright, let's start class now. Turn to the Taiyin Treasure Record and go to the Internal Energy Chapter, 'Frosty True Qi.' Remember to take notes and don't daydream during class, or you'll have to bear the consequences."

Upon hearing their teacher's instructions, the girls all opened their Taiyin Treasure Records and listened attentively to Gu Shenge's explanation of "Frosty True Qi," taking notes in them.

Gu Shenge drew a meridian diagram on the blackboard and carefully explained to the students in the elite class what meridians are, and what the eight extraordinary meridians and twelve regular meridians are.

In fact, a complete meridian system also exists within the Douluo human race; it's just that they haven't studied this aspect.

In the original novel, Tang San opened up Tang Hao's meridians, helping him reach level 97. This shows that even a Title Douluo's own meridians are blocked.

If one can open up the meridians in their body, it will definitely bring unexpected benefits to a Soul Master.

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(Spoiler alert: Qian Yifei is the name of the Angel God, which I created myself. Also, the Demon Soul Cult wasn't something I created casually; I'll explain its appearance later.)

(Also, none of my original works are random; they all have various reasons and foreshadowing. For example, the spider that replaces Xiao Wu, Ning Chuchu, Zhu Jingjing, and the Di clan all have foreshadowing.)

Chapter 87 Chapter 87: Ninety-nine percent: The demon soul leader with a divine body!

"The human body contains a complete meridian system, which is divided into twelve regular meridians, eight extraordinary meridians, and the central meridian, collectively known as the twelve meridians."

"The twelve meridians are symmetrically distributed on both sides of the human body, running along the inner or outer side of the upper or lower limbs respectively. Each meridian belongs to a Zang organ or a Fu organ."

"Therefore, the name of each of the twelve meridians includes three parts: hand or foot, yin or yang, and zang or fu. The hand meridian runs along the upper limbs, and the foot meridian runs along the lower limbs; the yin meridians run along the inner side of the limbs and belong to the zang organs, while the yang meridians run along the outer side of the limbs and belong to the fu organs."

"To cultivate internal energy, one must understand the pathways of the meridians. This is to ensure that the energy is channeled correctly through the meridians during practice, thus avoiding qi deviation and demonic possession."

Inside the elite class, Gu Shenge pointed to the diagram of human meridians drawn on the blackboard and carefully explained it to the students. Seeing their bewildered and ignorant appearance, she shook her head helplessly.

Soul masters in the Douluo world don't even know about meridians, let alone dantian. They only know how to increase their soul power through meditation and cultivation. For the next 40,000 years, they remain the same, without any improvement.

This inevitably reminded Gu Shenge of "Naruto," one of the three major shonen manga in her previous life, which was somewhat similar to the Douluo Continent.

One is meditation practice, the other is chakra refinement, and they both leveled up their technology trees, but they didn't research any new cultivation methods.

Moreover, they all share a common characteristic.

The younger you are, the faster you can cultivate. The older you are, the slower you can cultivate.

The girls below the podium listened to the teacher explain the twelve meridians. When they heard the term "qi deviation", Ning Rongrong couldn't hold back any longer. After all, she still wanted to pass on the Ninth Grade Body Tempering Technique to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

She quickly raised her hand and asked, "Teacher, what does 'going into a state of demonic possession' mean?"

"It's called 'going into qi deviation,' which, in short, means not cultivating internal energy in the correct way, leading to adverse physical reactions. At best, it causes vomiting blood and injuries, and the loss of soul power; at worst, it causes mental instability, turning one into an idiot, or even sudden death."

Gu Shenge's expression was serious as she explained to them in a deep voice.

Upon hearing that qi deviation could be so dangerous, the girls all showed fear; they certainly didn't want to fall into qi deviation.

"Come on, everyone look at the blackboard. The twelve meridians are connected through the Yin and Yang meridians of the hands and feet, forming a continuous, endlessly looping transmission system. Qi and blood can flow through the meridians to the internal organs and the surface of the body, nourishing the whole body. The order of flow is: starting from the Lung Meridian of Hand-Taiyin, and then proceeding to the Large Intestine Meridian of Hand-Yangming..."

To cultivate internal energy, one must understand the pathways of the meridians within the body. Gu Shenge was not in a hurry to teach her students "Frosty True Qi." She would first lay a solid foundation of knowledge for them before teaching them.

The students listened attentively and took notes to avoid any mistakes, lest they become obsessed with the practice later.

However, Shui Bing'er, who was sitting in the front row, was somewhat absent-minded. She could smell her mother's unique body fragrance on her teacher again, and it was even stronger than yesterday.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Demon Soul Small Dimension.

Towering into the clouds, like a spear piercing the sky, the Soul-Devouring Sacred Mountain is surrounded by eerie, blood-red energy that seems to erode everything, devouring all things, both tangible and intangible, turning them into nourishment for the Soul-Devouring Sacred Mountain.

The Demon Soul Cult Master sat cross-legged atop the mountain, surrounded by eerie blood energy. In his hand floated an ancient, blood-red bead, into which the eerie blood energy surged like fledglings returning to their nest.

With each influx of blood, the color of the blood droplet deepened, becoming increasingly ancient and unremarkable, showing no trace of mystery, yet radiating extremely powerful energy.

"Greetings, Master. The person has been brought."