Tang the Ugly Freak's Two Martial Souls!

Comrade Su's mouth fell wide open. No way, no way—could someone really starve themselves into that state?

Wasn't Chuan Ling helping people out of poverty? How could there still be someone who couldn't afford food?

"Village Chief Jack, did you see it wrong?"

"Wasn't Chuan Ling supporting you?"

"By rights, no one should be going hungry anymore. So why was he still going to the latrine..."

Comrade Su remembered that everyone who came to awaken their Martial Soul at Chuan Ling also bore the task of escaping poverty. At the very least, they could not be allowed to starve to death.

"Ah, speaking of that, Comrade Su, Chuan Ling really has been wonderful to us."

"Only after you arrived did Holy Soul Village become what it is today. Now every household in Holy Soul Village can afford food, has savings, and lives comfortably."

"Food and drink aren't lacking. It's just that... that's Tang San's hobby. I've tried talking him out of it in private, but after a couple of days, he starts up again. I can't do anything about it."

Old Jack did not want to leave it unresolved, but Tang San was willing to do it himself. Do not impose on others what you yourself do not desire.

Comrade Su was speechless inside. How could there be such a person? If someone like this entered Chuan Ling, the younger students would probably chop me up.

"Village Chief Jack, go call them over. I'll awaken them first."

"No rush. Please take your time."

Comrade Su truly feared that Old Jack might trip and hurt himself. He had no idea why the old man had not stepped down yet. Wouldn't it be better to retire and enjoy his old age?

"Hoho, all right, all right. Please wait a moment, Comrade Su.