Douluo Continent: The Storytelling Immortal King, Shocking the Entire Continent

Upon hearing this, the tense atmosphere inside Tingyuxuan instantly became somewhat strange.

Then, a burst of unrestrained laughter erupted in the hall.

"Haha! A little baby?"

"I thought Shi Hao was some kind of extraordinary prodigy, but he's just a country bumpkin who can't be weaned!"

A portly, wealthy businessman was laughing so hard he was almost crying, slamming his thick hands on the table.

"Mr. Su, is this the protagonist you mentioned who will one day shatter the heavens and the earth?"

"A three-year-old peasant still clinging to a milk jug?"

"That's absolutely hilarious!"

"In our Heaven Dou City, families with even a little bit of wealth and influence treat their children from birth with medicinal meals made from the meat of various precious hundred-year-old soul beasts and gentle, nourishing herbs to cleanse their essence and marrow!"

"And he miraculously survived after drinking a few sips of unrefined, foul-smelling wild animal milk?"

"Even if he survives this crude feeding method, he'll be a useless piece of trash who can't even awaken a martial spirit for the rest of his life!"

Among the crowd, several young soul masters who considered themselves to be of noble status shook their heads repeatedly, their eyes filled with contempt and disdain.

"That's too low-level."

"I thought that old village chief would produce some legendary treasure, but this is all?"

"If this were in our academy, these poor kids who can't even get proper nutrition wouldn't even be qualified to serve us tea and water."

And in that inconspicuous corner.

Hearing the ridicule from those around him, Tang San became even more arrogant.

He turned his head, looked at Xiao Wu who was listening intently, and said with a sense of superiority, as if he were in charge of everything:

"Xiao Wu, did you hear that?"

"This is the difference between ordinary people and Soul Masters."

"In a poor, remote place where there are no basic cultivation resources, a child who grew up drinking wild animal milk, his physical foundation had long been ruined by that kind of coarse food."

"The teacher's book, 'The Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul,' clearly states that a child's nutritional intake before awakening their Martial Soul at the age of six directly determines the level of their innate Soul Power."

"Babies raised on garbage will inevitably have blocked meridians and weak blood and qi."

"Forget about shattering the heavens and earth; the chances of him even awakening half a level of innate soul power in his lifetime are extremely slim!"

After saying that, Tang San crossed his arms and looked at Su Chen on the high platform with a mocking expression.

"In order to forcibly create a protagonist with a tragic background, this storyteller has completely disregarded the common sense of reality and the ironclad rules of the martial spirit world."

"It's full of flaws and utterly ridiculous."

However, Su Chen had no interest in refuting the ridicule from the audience.

He simply watched the group of people reveling there, as if it were a play.

Is the beast milk in the Great Wilderness low-grade?

Is the nutrition inadequate?

Su Chen sneered inwardly.

If these bumpkins knew that many of the wild beasts that Stone Village hunts for milking are ferocious beasts with diluted bloodlines of ancient species, any one of which could easily crush their so-called 100,000-year-old soul beasts, I wonder if they would still be able to laugh.

"Whoosh—"

As Su Chen closed the folding fan, he lightly tapped the table. The crisp sound seemed to possess a certain magic, drawing everyone's attention back once again.

"Gentlemen, please be patient and let me explain in detail."

"The survival rules of the Great Wilderness are cruel. The villagers of Stone Village know that tears and weakness are of no use in order to survive in this barren land surrounded by ferocious beasts."

"Only strength, absolute physical strength, is the sole reliance for survival!"

"Therefore, in Shicun, regardless of age or gender, everyone must strengthen their muscles and bones and toughen their bodies."

Every morning, when the first rays of sunlight fall on the withered willow tree at the entrance of the village, a group of children from Shi Village begin their daily training in the open space in front of the village.

At this point, Su Chen's speech gradually slowed down:

"They don't practice fancy spells, nor do they train those soul skills that you talk about that require soul rings to perform."

"They only train one thing: strength!"

"In the center of the open space, there were several large tripods cast from pig iron and bronze."

"The body of the cauldron is carved with mottled birds and beasts, exuding an ancient and desolate aura."

"Those mischievous little monkeys, no more than five or six years old, seven or eight years old, were shirtless, their muscles taut like small stones."

"Their daily morning practice involves lifting those incredibly heavy bronze cauldrons above their heads!"

Upon hearing this, many Soul Masters in the teahouse curled their lip in disdain.

Lifting the tripod? That's it?

What kind of cultivation method is this? Isn't it just the rough work that ordinary blacksmiths do?

Absolutely vulgar and disgusting!

In the eyes of these noble Soul Masters, only meditation to absorb Soul Power is the most elegant and noble path of cultivation.

However, just as everyone was about to start mocking again, Su Chen's unhurried voice came again.

"And those bronze tripods used for children's morning exercises..."

"The lightest one weighs a thousand pounds."

"The heaviest weighs ten thousand jin!"

Upon hearing this, the entire Tingyuxuan Pavilion fell silent instantly.

The many Soul Masters who had been full of disdain just a moment ago now had expressions as if they had seen a ghost, and their faces were completely frozen.

A thousand catties? Ten thousand catties? ??

Is this for five- or six-year-old children to use for morning exercise?

"fart!!"

This time, the first to stand up was not one of the hot-tempered Soul Masters in the front row, but Tang San, who had been sitting in the corner and considering himself wise!

At this moment, Tang San could no longer maintain his aloof composure. He slammed his hand on the table, stood up abruptly, and stared intently at Su Chen on the stage.

"Su Chen!"

"There's a limit to exaggerating in books! Do you really think we're all fools?"

Tang San's sudden shout immediately drew everyone's attention.

But he did not back down at all. Instead, he straightened his chest, took a big step forward, and loudly retorted:

"My teacher, Yu Xiaogang, has thoroughly studied the limits of the human body's physical endurance!"

"A five- or six-year-old child, before awakening their martial soul and undergoing the physical transformation of their first soul ring, has a physical strength of at most forty or fifty kilograms!"

Even someone with superhuman strength would only weigh a little over a hundred pounds!

"Even a teenage battle spirit master who has awakened a beast spirit and acquired their first century-old spirit ring, their pure physical strength is at most only a few hundred kilograms!"

"To lift an object weighing over a thousand pounds with just one's physical body, one would need at least a Soul Master of level 30, or even a Soul Grandmaster of level 40 who specializes in strength!"

At this point, Tang San sneered repeatedly, as if he had already grasped Su Chen's biggest weakness.

"And now you're telling us that a group of five- or six-year-old commoners, who don't even have martial spirits and can only drink wild beast milk every day, can easily lift a bronze cauldron weighing several thousand kilograms?"

"This kind of lie, which defies human anatomy and the core principles of martial spirits, is utterly absurd!"

"You're just spouting nonsense here, using ignorance as a gimmick!"