Failure Is the Mother of Success

"In other words, on this planet, humans and spirit beasts... belong to the same origin?" Ah Rou asked with a strange expression.

"You could say they are half the same kind," Nan Feng said.

"After all, any animals or humans that weren't mutated by the Dragon God's aura have already been naturally eliminated over the countless eons of the past."

"Just like humans now. In a few thousand, ten thousand, or perhaps tens of thousands of years, spirit masters will become the norm."

"The norm?" Ah Rou was stunned.

"What about those ordinary people?"

"Ordinary people? They'll die out," Nan Feng said.

"The ordinary people you've seen along the way who have martial souls but no spirit power will, in the future, be naturally eliminated just like the humans and animals of the past that weren't affected by the Dragon God's aura."

Survival of the fittest. As spirit masters become more and more common, the species known as 'ordinary people' will naturally disappear.

It's the same logic as the saying that poverty doesn't last three generations. It's not that people suddenly become rich after three generations of poverty; it's that those who have been poor for three generations can't find a wife at all, and their lineage simply ends.

Ten thousand years from now on the Douluo Continent, spirit masters will have already become the norm.

As for what some people say—that without the Martial Soul Hall, no one would help awaken martial souls, and people would have to sell themselves into servitude... are they brain-dead?

Any organization is a product of its era. Before the Martial Soul Hall appeared, every tribe and small nation of humanity had its own martial soul awakening ceremony. Otherwise, would there have been no spirit masters on the Douluo Continent before the Martial Soul Hall existed?

Don't engage in personality cults. Everything is a product of its time. The Martial Soul Hall did indeed have a positive effect on pushing the progress of the Douluo Continent's era, but that was the result of the collective efforts of thousands of spirit masters, not the sole credit of the Qian Daoliu family.

The Great Wall wasn't built by Emperor Wu of Han; it was built by the millions of common people of that era. The Xiongnu weren't beaten down by Emperor Wu of Han; they were defeated by the lives sacrificed by millions of soldiers.

A new era is not the credit of one great man alone; it is piled up from the bones of millions of martyrs.

The ones going across mountains and plains to awaken martial souls are individual grassroots spirit masters, not his Six-Winged Angel family. Clearing out evil spirit masters and forcing that scum into the Slaughter City is the result of the collective effort of all the spirit masters on the Douluo Continent.

On the contrary, if it weren't for the Qian family's selfishness—thinking only of their own high status and constantly preventing the wars between Star Luo and Heaven Dou—the Douluo Continent would have already entered a new era of unification, damn it.

Everything has two sides. The Martial Soul Hall existed for twenty thousand years, and the Douluo Continent remained almost stagnant. God King Tang San reigned for thirty thousand years, and the Douluo Planet had already entered the interstellar age, for God's sake.

If all the credit for the development of spirit masters in the past is attributed to the Martial Soul Hall and the Qian family, then wouldn't the Douluo Continent entering the interstellar age be the sole credit of Tang San?

The progress of an era is the result of everyone acting together, not the credit of whoever happens to be standing at the top.

If one cannot even understand this, then it truly confirms the saying: you can cut off the braid on someone's head, but you can't cut out the servility in their bones. Faced with oppression, they actually worry about whose master's whip strikes less.

Damn it! Can't you just stand up?

Can't you just act like a human being?

Do you really have to act like a dog?

Always talking about gratitude—gratitude your mother's head!

It isn't the Qian family or Martial Soul Hall that raises spirit masters; it's the hundreds of millions of hardworking masses who are exploited and oppressed by the spirit master class!

Whether it's Martial Soul Hall, the two great empires, the seven great sects, the eight great families, spirit masters, or nobles—they are all blood-sucking mosquitoes riding on the heads of the millions of hardworking masses of the Douluo Continent!

"..."

"Mom, my brain is itching."

Listening to Nan Feng's long-winded rant, Xiao Wu felt like her brain was actually starting to grow!

"Teacher..."

Hu Liena, who had joined halfway through, looked at Bibi Dong, who had come to watch out of concern, with a bewildered expression.

The corner of Bibi Dong's eye twitched.

Why was she looking at her?

She never considered herself a good person to begin with; only an idiot would try to hold her to the standards of a saint.

As the villain of the story, it's perfectly normal that she isn't a good person, isn't it? Does she have to be a moral benchmark like those righteous protagonists?

If she were as righteous and noble as those protagonists in every aspect, what kind of shitty villain would she even be?

Besides, just as Nan Feng said, going in and out is a crime, but is going in and out any more noble?

Living in this world, who the hell is cleaner than anyone else?

"But... why is he even cursing himself?" Hu Liena asked with a strange expression.

Isn't Nan Feng also part of the spirit master class supported by ordinary people?

"There are children present today, so his cursing is considered mild," Bibi Dong said, her expression somewhat unnatural.

Nan Feng used to curse much worse in his dreams!

To summarize the theme, it was basically: everyone is an idiot, and this world is just one big, chaotic brawl of idiots!

"Only by becoming an idiot can you understand idiots, and thereby change them," Nan Feng said.

"It doesn't matter if you were an idiot in the past, but now, and in the future, don't be a damn idiot anymore."

"Being an idiot for a moment is normal, but being an idiot for a lifetime—that makes you a real idiot."

"..."

"What does... 'idiot' mean?" Xiao Wu asked weakly.

Ah Rou was equally confused.

After listening for so long, she could only vaguely guess that it wasn't a very nice word.

"The concept of an idiot is broad. Anyone can be called an idiot, as long as you find them unpleasant," Nan Feng said.

Xiao Wu nodded. "In other words, you could also be..."

Thwack!

Nan Feng raised his hand and flicked her forehead, sending Xiao Wu crouching to the ground, clutching her head.

"The adjective 'idiot' can only be used when you are stronger than the other person. Otherwise, once you say it, you become the 'big idiot'!"

"Did you get that?"

Xiao Wu looked up, her eyes brimming with tears, glaring at Nan Feng with unconcealed defiance.

You big idiot!

"Oh?" Nan Feng raised an eyebrow.

"Still not convinced?"

"Mom!" Xiao Wu dove into Ah Rou's arms, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.

"Running to your mom won't help." Nan Feng grabbed Xiao Wu and hauled her up.

"I'm asking you, are you convinced?"

Xiao Wu wiped her tears, looking stubborn. "No!"

Thwack!

"I'm convinced!!" Xiao Wu burst into tears.

"Stop hitting me! I'm convinced, you're the boss!"

"Don't just say it to appease me while holding a grudge," Nan Feng shook his head.

"Xiao Wu, you need to understand, I am definitely not some mediocre person bound by false morality. I have never minded bullying the weak or throwing my weight around."

"I'm convinced! I'm really convinced!" Xiao Wu looked completely submissive.

"You're the boss. I'll listen to you from now on, and I won't call you names anymore."

"Very good. However, do not use street slang like 'boss' to address me." Nan Feng set Xiao Wu down on the ground and patted her rabbit head. A flash of light flickered, erasing her pain.

"Then what should I call you?" Xiao Wu touched her forehead, which had been swollen just a moment ago.

How magical!

"You may address me as, Godfather," Nan Feng said with a straight face.

"Godfather?" Xiao Wu was stunned.

"Then who is the Godmother?"

The corner of Bibi Dong's eye twitched, and she shot a threatening glare at Nan Feng.

Don't you dare drag your nonsense into this!

"Ahem!" Nan Feng coughed twice.

"Our Godmother is named, Failure!"

"???"

Xiao Wu looked completely bewildered. "Why?"

"Because, failure is the mother of success!" Nan Feng said.

"The road is tortuous, but the future is bright. The darkness is about to pass, the dawn is right before our eyes, and our cause will surely win the final victory!"