There Are No Trash Martial Souls, Only Trash Soul Masters

A sparring match.

Bibi Dong could not help feeling alarmed.

She and Cao Mengde had often interacted, and while they were not friends, neither were they strangers.

Bibi Dong could not help reproaching him.

"You have the nerve to ask me for a sparring match?"

After seeing Cao Mengde become a god,

Bibi Dong no longer dared harbor any murderous intent toward him.

On the contrary,

her desire to win Cao Mengde over grew even stronger.

He was a god!

If she could gain a god's protection, her power would grow immensely.

"Mengde, I..."

Before she could finish,

Cao Mengde's expression darkened.

"I've become a god now, after all. Shouldn't you at least call me Lord Mengde?"

"I'll address you as His Holiness the Pope in return, so neither of us loses out."

Bibi Dong thought it was a good deal and immediately changed how she addressed him.

"Lord Mengde, last time I told you I would give Hu Liena to you in marriage. I'll make sure it's arranged."

As far as Bibi Dong was concerned now,

Hu Liena would marry him whether she wanted to or not.

She had to bring Cao Mengde, this heaven-defying young man, into her camp.

To be honest,

Cao Mengde had been waiting for this day for a long time.

Recently,

although he had somewhere to vent, that method was unusual, after all. How could it compare to a thoroughly satisfying battle in bed?

"Your Holiness, sorry for the trouble."

"I'll wait for your good news."

Bibi Dong hurriedly prepared to go back and find Hu Liena at once.

Once their marriage was arranged, even if Cao Mengde did not join Spirit Hall, he would count as half a member.

"Lord... Mengde..."

"There's something I don't understand. I hope you'll answer me truthfully."

Bibi Dong suddenly stopped.

She had too many questions after witnessing Cao Mengde become a god.

"For a Soul Master to become a god, a deity must grant them a God Trial, or they must gather faith and establish a Godhood themselves. Which did you do?"

Cao Mengde knew Bibi Dong was interested in the matter.

After all, she was undergoing a God Trial herself.

"I established my own Godhood."

As for faith?

Cao Mengde simply laughed it off.

With the system's help, he did not need to gather faith. Once his Soul Power reached level one hundred, the system could grant him a Godhood.

"Oh, I see."

Bibi Dong was astonished.

Of the two paths to godhood, establishing a Godhood was the hardest. Cao Mengde had gathered enough faith so easily; he truly was a monster.

This man

had to be won over.

Hu Liena had to marry him.

Bibi Dong walked out of Rejuvenation Hall.

She saw countless Soul Masters coming in waves from every direction.

There were enshrined from Douluo Hall and elders from Elder Hall.

There were also Soul Saints, Soul Douluo, and others.

Soul Masters of every rank, too numerous to count, were all hurrying this way.

Without a doubt,

they had come because Cao Mengde had become a god.

"The Soul Masters of Spirit City have all come to witness your divine splendor," Bibi Dong said, standing at the entrance and looking back to alert him.

Cao Mengde smiled casually.

"That's only natural."

"Be poor in a bustling market, and no one asks after you; be rich deep in the mountains, and distant relatives turn up!"

Bibi Dong thought to herself.

She was not worried about the others; the only one she worried about was Qian Daoliu.

If he recruited Cao Mengde into Douluo Hall, wouldn't all her efforts have been for nothing?

"Lord Mengde, there's something I forgot to tell you."

"Spirit Hall isn't mine alone to command. Douluo Hall is another faction. I hope you won't be misled by Qian Daoliu. You must choose the Pope's Palace."

Cao Mengde waved a hand.

"Your Holiness, you're worrying too much."

"I'm a free Soul Master. I won't join any organization. Even if I marry Hu Liena in the future, I'll still consider myself a free Soul Master."

With Cao Mengde's assurance,

Bibi Dong's anxious heart finally settled.

At that moment,

countless Soul Masters arrived one after another, surrounding Rejuvenation Hall so tightly that not even water could have flowed through.

Cao Mengde stood at the entrance and took a closer look.

Good grief.

Even Tang San had been carried over on a stretcher.

"That fluctuation just now came from here. I heard people say it was a god's presence. Who became a god?"

"I don't know. My Soul Power is too low; I can't tell at all."

"Could it be Lord Mengde of Rejuvenation Hall? He was already a Titled Douluo at such a young age."

"Mm, very possible."

The crowd began discussing it, each person adding a remark.

Tang San's expression in particular was uglier than if he had eaten shit.

Cao Mengde couldn't really have become a god, could he?

Please, no.

If it were true, how could he accept it?

Those with low Soul Power were still looking around, guessing who had become a god.

Qian Daoliu had already identified his target.

He stepped out of the crowd, came to the entrance of Rejuvenation Hall, and cupped his fists.

"Qian Daoliu, Great Enshrined of Douluo Hall, pays his respects to the honored deity."

As his voice fell,

an uproar swept through the restless crowd.

So it really was Lord Mengde who had become a god?

"So you're the Great Enshrined of Spirit Hall. Forgive my discourtesy," Cao Mengde replied as a formality.

As the saying went,

those who came with good intentions did not come; those who came had no good intentions.

Qian Daoliu immediately extended an olive branch to Cao Mengde.

"Honored deity, this old man dares to invite you to Douluo Hall for a conversation."

There were too many people here, with too many eyes and ears.

And a deity was not like a Soul Master; how exalted was his status?

Qian Daoliu intended to create an opportunity to speak with Cao Mengde at length.

Unexpectedly,

Cao Mengde's words killed that hope on the spot.

"I appreciate your kind offer, Great Enshrined."

"I'm only a Healing System deity, and I've always been accustomed to freedom. I won't join any organization. However, whether you're from Spirit City or another empire, if you're sick, you can come to me for treatment."

"I, Cao Mengde, have no other ability. I only wish to reduce sickness in the world."

After hearing this,

Qian Daoliu felt helpless.

He could only cup his fists and say, "Lord Mengde, your virtue is great. This old man admires you."

After turning Qian Daoliu down,

Cao Mengde looked at the crowd, not forgetting to show off a little.

"Cultivate diligently, and sooner or later you'll all become gods."

"After all, there are no trash Martial Souls, only trash Soul Masters."

There were no trash Martial Souls, only trash Soul Masters?

Those words brought everyone to a sudden realization.

Indeed, that was how it was!

Even a Healing System Soul Master like him could become a god, while they were Power Attack System Soul Masters.

If Cao Mengde could become a god, then they could too.

Only Yu Xiaogang, who was watching from the crowd, wore a gloomy expression.

Seeing the stir Cao Mengde's words had caused among the people around him made him feel deeply uncomfortable.

He had spent so many years teaching and nurturing people,

yet he seemed never to have achieved such an effect.

At that moment,

Cao Mengde looked toward the teachers and students of Shrek.

"Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, Rongrong, don't worry. Although I've become a god, I won't be going to the Divine Realm, at least not now. Your treatment will continue as usual. Remember to come to me for your medicine every day."

"Mm."

The three had long since been stunned silly by Cao Mengde becoming a god.

Only Tang San's expression was different.

Seeing the envy and reverence everyone around him directed at Cao Mengde made him grind his teeth with hatred.

There were also some young Soul Masters from Spirit Hall.

Hu Liena was among them.

At that moment,

her feelings were very complicated.

She still remembered when her teacher had fallen ill and she had come to Rejuvenation Hall to find Cao Mengde.

Back then,

Cao Mengde had harshly rebuked her and suppressed her with his formidable strength.

She had always

remembered that incident.

She had thought that through constant effort, she could one day defeat Cao Mengde and vent her anger.

But now,

Cao Mengde had become a god, and the gap between them was growing ever wider.

Did she still have a chance to defeat him?

"Well?"

"Do you like him?"

Bibi Dong suddenly appeared beside Hu Liena and asked.

Hu Liena was dumbfounded on the spot.

"Teacher, you... what do you mean?"