There Was No Such Martial Soul

Afraid the others had not heard him clearly, Chu Feng repeated himself.

"If your martial soul is two pounds of chicken shit, how would you choose its soul rings?"

"No, there's no such martial soul." Yu Xiaogang rose from his seat and pointed at Chu Feng, but his finger kept trembling.

There was simply no such thing as a two-pounds-of-chicken-shit martial soul in this world.

"Hiss... Boss's question is so..." Oscar had no idea how to describe Chu Feng's question.

"What a disgusting martial soul." Ning Rongrong's face was full of revulsion.

If someone's martial soul was that stuff, wouldn't they have to kill themselves?

The audience in the hall grew restless at the question as well.

"How could there be such a bizarre martial soul?"

"Would that martial soul really be useful?"

"..."

Although the Douluo Continent had countless martial souls, they had truly never heard of anything like a two-pounds-of-chicken-shit martial soul.

Onstage, Yu Xiaogang rushed up to Chu Feng's table, his eyes wide and his mouth gaping as he shouted, "There's no such martial soul! You're deliberately making things difficult for me!"

"You're scared." Chu Feng leaned back, spreading his hands on the chair's armrests.

Yu Xiaogang, aren't you just scared, afraid, out of words, and out of tricks?

Yu Xiaogang froze.

Who the hell wouldn't be scared?

A two-pounds-of-chicken-shit martial soul. Only Chu Feng could come up with that.

He had spent so many years studying Soul Master theory, yet he had never heard of such a martial soul.

Yu Xiaogang lowered his head.

Only now did he recognize the gap between himself and Chu Feng.

Their brains were completely different kinds.

Still, he would never admit he was scared.

"I'm not scared. There simply isn't any such martial soul."

"Since no such martial soul exists, how could there be a soul ring configuration for it?"

"You're deliberately making things difficult for me because you want me to lose."

Having found his excuse, Yu Xiaogang stubbornly insisted that the martial soul Chu Feng spoke of did not exist.

If that martial soul did not even exist, the relevant Soul Master theories would contain no records of it.

It was perfectly normal for him to be unable to answer.

Most of the audience in the hall agreed with Yu Xiaogang.

A two-pounds-of-chicken-shit martial soul? What even was that?

That thing could have a soul ring configuration?

Anyone who awakened such a martial soul and did not immediately kill themselves had mental fortitude so tough it could take a knife.

Even a Titled Douluo would have to praise their strength of will.

There was no need to record such a martial soul.

Chu Feng's expression remained unchanged as he gently rocked his chair back and forth. "How do you know there's no such martial soul? Just because it doesn't exist now doesn't mean it won't exist in the future."

"If you won't even learn about or research strange martial souls, do you deserve to be called a grandmaster of Soul Master theory?"

Chu Feng stopped rocking and sat upright, fixing his gaze on Yu Xiaogang. "Or were those words you just said nothing but self-deception?"

"What did I just say?" Yu Xiaogang retorted instinctively.

"There are no trash martial souls, only Soul Masters willing to be trash." Chu Feng repeated Yu Xiaogang's words for him.

"Then let me ask you: if your martial soul is two pounds of chicken shit, how can you avoid becoming a trash Soul Master?"

At those words, not only was Yu Xiaogang speechless, but everyone in the hall also had no idea how to answer.

Xiao Wu gently tugged Tang San's arm and asked softly, "Little San, do you think that martial soul could have a soul ring combination?"

Her Third Brother had always studied diligently and knew a great deal of Soul Master theory. She wondered whether he could configure soul rings for this two-pounds-of-chicken-shit martial soul.

At that moment, Tang San was also constantly searching through everything he had learned, trying to find an answer.

In the end, he shook his head. "I can't think of anything either."

Had it been a slightly more normal martial soul, he could have come up with a point or two.

A two-pounds-of-chicken-shit martial soul? What kind of roadside rubbish was that?

Tang San raised his head to look at Chu Feng onstage.

Boss Chu, how would you choose its soul rings?

Tang San believed that since Chu Feng could propose such an absurd martial soul, he must also have thought of how to configure its soul rings.

He wanted to see just how one could choose soul rings for two pounds of chicken shit.

"Well... this..." Chu Feng's question stumped Yu Xiaogang, leaving him unable to answer for the moment.

He was frantic inside.

According to the comparison rules established at the start, each of them would pose a question about soul ring configurations, followed by a final question from a randomly chosen audience member.

If he could not answer Chu Feng's question, he would lose this round.

Now, he could not even guarantee that his own question would stump Chu Feng.

Before the audience could even ask a question, he would have lost this comparison.

If he lost, he would have to go to prison.

If he went in, the reputation he had built throughout his life would truly be destroyed.

"There is no soul ring configuration for this martial soul!"

"What if I can give you one?" Chu Feng asked in return.

"Then you win!"

Yu Xiaogang slapped the table. He did not believe Chu Feng could give an answer.

If even this martial soul could be configured with soul rings...

Then what else was there to say? Hand him the win.

If he could configure something this absurd, what martial soul couldn't he configure?

"Ahem, let me tell you how to choose soul rings for a two-pounds-of-chicken-shit martial soul."

Chu Feng also stood and walked to the center of the stage.

Everyone's eyes gathered on Chu Feng.

They truly wanted to hear how soul rings could be configured for such an utterly absurd martial soul.

Perhaps it could give them some ideas for configuring their own soul rings.

"First, to configure soul rings, you have to understand the martial soul's characteristics."

"Chicken shit is sticky, foul-smelling, and highly adhesive. If accidentally inhaled, it can also clog your pores."

"That's so disgusting. I feel like the chicken shit is right in front of me." Ning Rongrong pinched her nose.

Just listening to Chu Feng's description made her feel surrounded by chicken shit.

"My mind already feels contaminated." Oscar clutched his head, trying not to think about Chu Feng's words.

"I actually find it pretty interesting." Tang San stroked his chin, a gleam in his eyes.

He felt Chu Feng's initial approach was quite correct.

To research a martial soul's soul ring configuration, one had to thoroughly understand its characteristics.

Looking at everyone's disgusted expressions in the hall, Chu Feng's lips curved slightly upward.

"Based on these characteristics, I think this martial soul's first soul ring could come from a three-hundred-year-old Slime."

"Two pounds of chicken shit is still too little."

"If you could obtain a Slime's splitting ability, you could make those two pounds of chicken shit split endlessly."

"Each clump could be controlled independently."

"Everyone, picture that scene."

As he spoke, Chu Feng raised his hand and made a squeezing motion.

"Eww!" the audience in the hall chorused in disgust.

"There's no soul ring configuration like that. There absolutely can't be." Oscar hugged his head, yet he still could not help imagining those endlessly splitting clumps of chicken shit.

"If I run into a Soul Master like that, I surrender," Ning Rongrong said outright.

Just imagining a ton of chicken shit smashing into her made her feel a little suffocated.

Tang San could no longer remain calm either.

He had truly never expected such a soul ring configuration.

It was truly disgusting.

But on closer thought, it really was useful.

This opening choice laid a complete foundation for the martial soul.