One line stood out above all the rest.
It was written on the book's title page: "There are no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters."
That line
was the biggest joke of all.
If there were no useless Martial Souls, then why hadn't you broken through, Yu Xiaogang?
Did you not like the view above level thirty?
Or did the purple Thousand-Year Soul Ring and black Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring offend your tastes?
Did you only like yellow Hundred-Year Soul Rings?
If you were useless yourself and wanted to prove your theory, why not take in someone with a useless Martial Soul and train them?
Instead, you'd set your sights on Tang San, who had Innate Full Soul Power and Twin Martial Souls.
You wanted to use a genius to prove your worthless theory?
What a joke.
That shameless thief, who deceived the world and stole a reputation, was actually honored as Grandmaster. It was enough to make the whole world laugh.
Qian Renxue had nothing but contempt for it. She'd urged her elder brother not to buy the book, lest its garbage theories lead him into a ditch.
But he'd insisted on buying it.
She couldn't change his mind, so she'd looked away.
Now that the carriage had entered the inner city, Qian Renxue finally spoke up.
"Big brother, we're in Spirit City. Do you want to get out and have a look?"
Qian Renchuan leaned against a cushion, flipping through the book in his hands while Qian Renxue's furious thoughts rattled through his mind like a string of firecrackers.
He chuckled to himself.
Looks like she really holds a grudge against Yu Xiaogang.
But Qian Renxue wasn't wrong. What sect with even a little history didn't know the things in this book?
It was only good