Wu Changkong calmly poured cold water on the idea, analyzing it rationally.
"The theory is feasible, but do you think a Titled Douluo would stand there like a target and let you use soul skills to interfere with them?"
Then he changed the subject and spoke again, his gaze probing.
"What is your Soul Spirit? You could only possess such an unconventional soul skill if your Soul Spirit had an extremely high compatibility with your martial soul."
Chen An had prepared for this long ago. He calmly made up an explanation, his expression composed.
"It's a Carp. It was completely absorbed by my martial soul and has now become part of it. It no longer has an independent form."
"A Carp?"
Wu Changkong lowered his eyes slightly and pondered for a moment, as though searching through the records of martial souls in his mind.
"I don't know."
It would be strange if he did.
After a brief silence, Wu Changkong suddenly asked a question that caught Chen An off guard.
"Are you interested in joining an organization?"
Chen An instantly put on a suitably surprised expression, though inwardly, he remained utterly unmoved.
"Join an organization? Teacher Wu, you can't mean..."
Seeing that he had misunderstood, Wu Changkong calmly explained in an even tone.
"Don't overthink it. It is a respectable organization. The footwork I use to train you is one of the Tang Sect's secret arts, but the time is not right yet, so I cannot tell you too much.
Once you are prepared and agree to it, I will take you there to have a look."
Having said that, he waved his hand.
"All right, you may leave."
Chen An bent slightly at the waist in a polite bow, then turned and slowly walked out of the classroom.
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