Yu Xiaogang's Question

Yu Xiaogang listened from the sidelines, standing there like a lackey.

He desperately wanted to refute what Chu Feng had said.

He wanted to say that Chu Feng's Soul Ring configuration was wrong, that no such configuration existed.

But the Soul Ring configuration theory he had learned was telling him it was correct.

For a two-pound lump of chicken shit Martial Soul, this was the most reasonable Soul Ring configuration.

Watching everyone's reactions, Chu Feng kept smiling and continued, "As for the second Soul Ring, I'd choose a seven-hundred-year-old Mire Slug."

"That would grant the ability to turn the chicken shit into liquid, creating a vast expanse of filthy mire to trap the enemy's feet."

"For the third Soul Ring, I'd choose a Stink Gland Poison Toad over a thousand years old."

"It would make the chicken shit stink even worse, forming a miasma that inflicted Mental Interference on enemies within its range."

Chu Feng spoke at length, listing the Soul Ring configurations one by one and even thoughtfully explaining how to use them.

"For the final Soul Ring, find a Ten Thousand Rot Worm over ten thousand years old."

"It would create a Chicken Shit Domain, generating chicken shit out of thin air within the domain, no longer bound by the two-pound limit."

"Within the domain, all of the enemy's stats would drop."

"Whenever anyone died, you'd gain a new lump of chicken shit."

Chu Feng paused, spread his arms, and shouted, "Follow this path, and this continent will gain an incredibly powerful Control System Titled Douluo!"

Silence.

Absurd. Utterly absurd.

This was no longer a question of talent or Soul Ring combinations. It had leaped completely beyond every Soul Master's common sense.

Yu Xiaogang froze completely.

For the first time, his eyes filled with utter emptiness and bewilderment.

Who had ever seen such a thing?

Under all of heaven, from ancient times to the present, what Soul Master would take a two-pound lump of chicken shit Martial Soul and forcibly map out its development into a Control System Martial Soul?

Below the stage, Flender kept rubbing his chest to soothe himself, unsure whether to laugh or cry. "I've lived so many years, and this is the first time a Martial Soul has frightened me."

The Shrek group beside him nodded repeatedly, agreeing with Flender.

They would rather face an immensely powerful Power Attack System Martial Soul on the battlefield than encounter this Control System chicken shit Martial Soul.

"If this Martial Soul really existed, the Soul Master world's ranking of bizarre Martial Souls would have to be completely rewritten."

They could not imagine it.

In future battles, everyone else's Soul Skills would be Thunderous Might, Ice Seal Across Ten Thousand Miles, Seven Treasures Amplification, World-Destroying Flames...

But your battles would involve splitting apart across the sky, blanketing heaven and earth with... heavens, they dared not keep imagining it.

Chu Feng turned to the dumbstruck Yu Xiaogang and clapped his hands. "Hey, Grandmaster, was what I said correct?"

Hearing Chu Feng's voice, Yu Xiaogang raised his vacant eyes and answered numbly, "Yes... yes."

"No!" His brain caught up just in time.

If he admitted that Chu Feng's statements were correct, he would lose this round.

"No, everything you said is wrong. No such Martial Soul exists, so no such Soul Ring configuration exists."

"You made it all up. It's all wrong."

I absolutely cannot admit it.

Even though he inwardly agreed with that outrageous Soul Ring configuration.

Hearing this, Chu Feng knew Yu Xiaogang was trying to wriggle out of it. Folding his arms, he said, "I'll say it again. These are all things Soul Master theory should study."

"If you've never studied them, how can you call yourself a grandmaster of Soul Master theory?"

"You can't even answer a question like this, yet you have the nerve to claim you've studied countless Martial Souls."

Chu Feng approached Yu Xiaogang, stood on tiptoe, and patted his shoulder, saying earnestly, "Admit it. You lost."

Then he turned to the audience in the hall. "Everyone, did I win this round or not?"

The hall fell silent for a second.

"Yes, you won!"

"Brilliant, absolutely brilliant! Even such an outrageous Martial Soul could have a configuration like that."

"You know, it really does make sense."

"In fact, it gave me quite a few ideas for configuring Soul Rings."

"..."

The audience in the hall buzzed with discussion. Overall, they agreed with Chu Feng's reasoning.

Seeing this, Yu Xiaogang knew he had lost completely. Arguing would be useless; the audience all agreed with Chu Feng's reasoning.

"I lost," he said through gritted teeth.

Chu Feng shrugged, strolled back to his seat, and sat down, watching Yu Xiaogang in a relaxed posture.

"Now it's your turn to ask."

He was actually looking forward to seeing what sort of Soul Ring configuration question Yu Xiaogang could come up with.

"May I ask..."

Yu Xiaogang was just about to ask his question when he closed his mouth again.

A question had already formed in his mind, only to be discarded.

No, this question is too simple, Yu Xiaogang thought.

Since Chu Feng could configure Soul Rings even for two pounds of chicken shit, he could probably devise corresponding Soul Rings for an even more outrageous Martial Soul.

If his question was answered, he would lose two rounds in a row. He would be going to prison without even waiting for the audience's questions.

Yu Xiaogang sank into thought, sweat beginning to bead on his forehead.

Chu Feng did not hurry him, quietly eating the food on the table.

"Third Brother, what do you think Yu Xiaogang will ask Boss?" Xiao Wu asked, tugging Tang San's arm.

Tang San had followed Yu Xiaogang for so long that he ought to know something about him.

"I don't know. He should realize by now that Boss's Soul Master theory is very strong. He won't ask a question lightly."

Tang San shook his head. By now, any Soul Master knew that Chu Feng's command of Soul Master theory was by no means poor. He could even come up with a theory for something like a chicken shit Martial Soul.

If Yu Xiaogang asked rashly, he would lose.

Only after a long while did Yu Xiaogang take a deep breath and look straight at Chu Feng. "May I ask, if someone's awakened Martial Soul were the same as mine, how could they break through level thirty?"

After saying this, Yu Xiaogang relaxed.

This question should have no solution, right?

His Martial Soul had trapped him at level thirty for his entire life, leaving him completely unable to break through.

His Martial Soul was defective, not a trash Martial Soul.

Surely Chu Feng could not instantly find a solution to a problem he had failed to solve his entire life.

Hearing this question, Chu Feng was taken aback.

Well now, asking a question like that.

"You couldn't figure it out your entire life, so you came here to ask me?" Chu Feng scoffed.

Below the stage, Flender frowned and said with some displeasure, "Yu Xiaogang has gone too far with this question."

This was a Martial Soul defect. How could a Soul Ring configuration compensate for it?

If such a method really existed, Yu Xiaogang would not have been troubled by it for over forty years.

He was simply making things difficult for Chu Feng.

"I couldn't figure it out, but you can't answer it either, so you still lose," Yu Xiaogang said unconcernedly.

All that mattered was that Chu Feng could not answer his question.

Then he could win this round.

When it was time for the audience's questions, he would have a chance to turn the tables.

But words that would instantly shatter his composure came at once.

"I know," Chu Feng said calmly.

"What did you say?"

"I said I know how to solve it," Chu Feng emphasized again.

He really had studied this question carefully.

"No, how could you possibly know how to solve it?"

Yu Xiaogang clawed at his head with both hands, unwilling to accept that the problem that had plagued him his entire life could be solved.