No Useless Martial Souls, Only Useless Soul Masters? Who Are You Kidding!

"Like the master from ten thousand years ago, Yu Xiao Gang. You know him, right?" Li Changsheng asked.

"Who wouldn't know him?"

Jiang Nannan rolled her eyes dramatically and replied, "Master was one of the founders of Shrek Academy, a true master of theory. I even heard that Shrek Academy's strongest person is Master's descendant."

"One of the founders—that's beyond dispute. But this so-called master of theory you mentioned... Heh, do you really think he had that ability?"

Li Changsheng chuckled, his eyes full of disdain. If Yu Xiao Gang could be called a master of theory, then the standards of Douluo Continent were really pathetic.

Before that, not a single noble had acknowledged his status as a master or his theoretical knowledge. If Tang San had not appeared in the end and let him bask in the glory of being a god's teacher, did she think Ning Fengzhi and the others would have given him a second glance?

That was simply impossible. Even many members of his own Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had looked down on him. If that was the case, why would outsiders think highly of him?

As soon as he said that, Jiang Nannan's expression immediately changed.

Her beautiful eyes swept the surroundings. After confirming that no one was paying attention to them, she hurriedly grabbed Li Changsheng and pulled him into a relatively secluded corner. With a serious expression, she said, "Chang Sheng, this is Shrek Academy, not the Sun Moon Empire. Do you know what kind of consequences you'll face if someone with ill intentions hears those words?"

Although Master had died long ago, his influence and reputation had affected Shrek for ten thousand years.

So if the higher-ups of Shrek Academy heard those words, the best possible outcome would be expulsion from Shrek Academy and a permanent ban on admission.

"I was only saying it to you. As for anyone else, I'd have to be brain-damaged to say it out loud."

Li Changsheng shrugged, looking utterly unconcerned.

Indeed, things were no longer like before, when people could criticize Tang San and Yu Xiao Gang anytime and anywhere.

"That's good, then."

Jiang Nannan let out a breath of relief. After finally calming down, she asked softly, still shaken, "By the way, why did you say Master was incapable? If he had no ability, could he have taught a god?"

She did not know much about what had happened ten thousand years ago, so much of what she knew had come from other people.

"Taught a god? Heh, just take that saying with a grain of salt."

Li Changsheng chuckled and said mockingly, "If I remember correctly, when he took Tang San as his disciple, his Soul Power Level was only twenty-nine. Do you really think a soul master who could never break through level thirty could teach a god? What a joke. Wasn't that entirely Tang San's own achievement and ability?"

"Now that you mention it, I think that was the case. I remember Shrek Academy's history mentioning it."

Jiang Nannan blinked her exceptionally beautiful eyes. After thinking carefully for a moment, she spoke softly.

"There's another saying you've definitely heard and are very familiar with: there are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters," Li Changsheng reminded her.

"Yes, I've heard it. Master said that phrase to encourage people with poor martial souls not to give up cultivating."

Jiang Nannan raised her head, looking deeply admiring.

"Get out of here with that crap about not giving up cultivation!"

Seeing Jiang Nannan's expression, Li Changsheng could not help smacking her on the head. He retorted, "Isn't that just misleading people? Look across the entire Douluo Continent—have you ever seen an expert whose martial soul was a Waste Martial Soul?"

Jiang Nannan froze slightly and fell silent.

It seemed that there really were none.

"You need to understand that you shouldn't believe everything people tell you. Many times, you need to make your own judgments and think for yourself."

Li Changsheng shook his head and said earnestly, "Take Yu Xiao Gang's words, for example. On the surface, they do sound encouraging, but is that really true? If someone doesn't have a good martial soul, then their Innate Full Soul Power won't be much either. In that case, how are they supposed to cultivate and work hard? Do they not want to seize the opportunity to become powerful soul masters and change their fate? They're simply shackled tightly by their martial souls and Innate Soul Power."

"There's an old saying: dragons give birth to dragons, phoenixes give birth to phoenixes, and rats' children dig holes. What martial soul you have and how much Innate Soul Power you possess basically determine how far you can go. If you awaken something like a hoe as your martial soul, then you might as well wait to die on the spot, because you'll most likely be stuck farming for the rest of your life."

"And that isn't even the most terrifying part. The most terrifying part is that the children you have will inherit their parents' martial souls. In other words, once someone is fated to farm, their children and grandchildren will repeat that fate forever, with no chance of turning their lives around. So do you still think that saying is correct?"

"Is there no other possibility?"

Jiang Nannan bit her lip lightly and asked in disbelief.

At that moment, her worldview was beginning to collapse. Ever since childhood, Yu Xiao Gang had seemed to her like a revered and enlightened master. Yet after hearing Li Changsheng explain it like this, she actually felt as though she had been deceived.

After all, if that saying truly held up, then why did every powerhouse who cultivated to the rank of Titled Douluo possess a powerful martial soul and decent Innate Soul Power?

Could it be that people with Waste Martial Souls simply had not worked hard enough?

If this had been before, she definitely would have thought so. In this world, almost no one questioned Yu Xiao Gang's theoretical knowledge from ten thousand years ago. But now it was different. The facts lay right before her, making them difficult to deny.

"There is. Mutated martial souls."

Li Changsheng nodded and admitted, "I remember that Ma Hong Jun of the first generation of the Shrek Seven Devils mutated from a grass chicken martial soul into the Evil Fire Phoenix. But the problem is, mutation is entirely a gift from heaven. It's even harder than winning the jackpot in the lottery. And after a mutation, it can bring a whole series of side effects. Take the Evil Fire Phoenix, for example. Evil fire, evil fire—if you want to release the evil fire within the human body, how do you think you would do that?"

At his words, Jiang Nannan's willow brows furrowed. After thinking seriously for a moment, her pretty face flushed red, and she said with great embarrassment, "D-does that mean doing... that kind of thing with a woman?"

"Hehe, you got it right!"

Li Changsheng grinned and gave the girl before him an approving look. "So, mutations come with risks too. Even if they can change your fate and life, your reputation will also become a complete mess."