Tang Hao's Empty Promises

In the end, Yu Xiaogang still did not tell Tang San anything and simply had him go gnaw on books by himself.

Late at night, Yu Xiaogang lay bored out of his mind in his study. Though hundreds of books sat before him, he had no interest in them.

"Are there no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters?

Heh heh heh.

If that theory were true, why would I be as useless as I am now?"

A helpless, self-mocking smile hung on Yu Xiaogang's lips.

Only those who had truly stubbornly pursued this path knew

just how important talent was in soul master cultivation. Otherwise, no matter how hard one worked, one's lifelong achievements would only amount to so much. If not, Douluo Continent would not have only a few dozen Titled Douluo.

Looking at Ye Wen, who was still young yet had suffered the same experiences Yu Xiaogang had in his youth, Yu Xiaogang's feelings were undoubtedly complicated. He knew Ye Wen's talent was terrible, but he truly wanted to prove that even Innate Half-Level Soul Power could produce a powerful soul master.

But—

When Yu Xiaogang thought of how he still had to rely on Spirit Hall's monthly aid to get by, he abandoned that ridiculous notion.

Even with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's resources piled onto him, he had still ended up like this. Not to mention that he, poor and empty-handed, wanted to turn a piece of trash into a genius.

For cultivation failures like them, only soul master theory could make them famous across the continent.

At that thought, Yu Xiaogang's gaze became increasingly resolute.

"Xiao San, I will definitely raise you into a Titled Douluo and prove that my theory is right."

But just as Yu Xiaogang finished making his vow, an