As he fed Luo Sanpao, Su Chen could not help but sigh.
"Grandmaster, oh Grandmaster!"
"Such a fine martial soul, following you... it's suffered eight lifetimes' worth of rotten luck."
"You..." Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth. "Su Chen, stop humiliating me."
"Even if both our martial souls can manifest physically and exist independently, can my martial soul possibly compare to yours?"
Damn it.
That Kun Kun of yours could probably smash Douluo Continent apart with a single Iron Mountain Shoulder Strike. If I had your martial soul, even if I couldn't break through rank thirty, I'd still be invincible!
"No."
Su Chen stuffed a carrot into Luo Sanpao's mouth and looked at Yu Xiaogang.
"You were half right. My martial soul is indeed very strong, but do you want to know what I plan to do in the future?"
Yu Xiaogang frowned. "What do you mean? I don't want to know what you'll do in the future!"
Though Yu Xiaogang did not want to know, Su Chen continued anyway.
"I won't take it back in the future. I'll teach it how to cultivate, and I'll feed it all kinds of heavenly treasures."
"I'll teach her that, as a mature martial soul, she shouldn't rely on her master. She should rely on herself, cultivate diligently, and grow stronger through her own efforts."
Everyone: ???
Su Chen's words left everyone present utterly bewildered.
Had he been drinking fake liquor?
He actually wanted a martial soul to cultivate on its own?
A martial soul relying on itself?
No?
Where exactly did you buy that fake liquor? That's your martial soul, not a soul beast you caught in the Star Dou Great Forest, not that Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent!
Wait.
Everyone suddenly realized something and turned to look at Luo Sanpao. At that moment, Luo