Douluo Continent: The Martial Soul Flowing Blade Like Fire terrifies Bibi Dong

And this moment.

All eyes in the restaurant were now focused on Su Chen.

However, Su Chen himself seemed to have completely ignored Yu Xiaogang's sarcastic greeting.

Su Chen naturally didn't know that the original owner had such a past; he only remembered that he fell from the sky and landed in Bibi Dong's bathroom.

He had never actually investigated the original owner's past.

However, he didn't care about the other party's mockery. To him, Yu Xiaogang and Tang San were just passersby.

He simply glanced calmly at the store and then walked straight to another, cleaner spot by the window.

"By the window."

"Bring six more main dishes and a pot of fine wine."

Children should not drink alcohol.

The gray-robed man behind him finally spoke, his voice low but carrying an undeniable authority.

Su Chen paused, turning his head to glance at him.

Elder Ju.

"This is not the Papal Palace."

"I only said 'up,' which doesn't mean I have to drink it."

Yue Guan's lips twitched slightly, hidden beneath his bamboo hat.

He knew that Su Chen was just casually teasing him.

However, in this situation, he couldn't really argue with his own holy son, so he could only snort and say no more.

But these two short sentences, when they reached the ears of those around him, caused many people's expressions to change slightly.

Elder Ju?

In the world of Soul Masters, this title is not something just anyone is entitled to.

Flander's eyes narrowed, and the unease in his heart intensified.

Ke Yu Xiaogang clearly didn't understand the implication.

Or rather, even if he recognized it, he would subconsciously think it was just a coincidence of names, or a trick to deceive people.

Because he simply couldn't accept that a kid who had been labeled a "useless spirit template" in his theoretical system could actually have access to the higher-ups of the Spirit Hall.

This was absurd for his self-esteem.

then.

Instead of restraining himself, Yu Xiaogang intensified his performance.

"Mistress, did you see that?"

He deliberately picked up his teacup, the sound echoing perfectly throughout half the restaurant.

"This is the most typical example of failure that your teacher told you about back then."

"Innate full soul power, sounds amazing, right?"

"But if what you awaken is an iron sword that has no soul power fluctuations, no martial soul characteristics, and is even broken and damaged, then even the highest innate soul power is just a waste of talent."

"Martial spirit determines the lower limit, theory determines the upper limit."

"And a Soul Master who is not guided by the correct theory will, in the end, be nothing more than a pitiful wretch who has gone astray."

Inside the restaurant, several tables of customers were already grinning, clearly enjoying the spectacle.

They love watching this kind of thing.

A middle-aged man who calls himself a master publicly comments on a former "useless martial spirit genius".

That "useless martial soul genius" still looks like he has a rusty sword hanging at his waist, and there is clearly no sign of him turning things around.

Who wouldn't love watching this show?

"What the teacher means is..."

Tang San readily accepted the question, adopting a respectful and eager-to-learn attitude.

"Without theoretical support, even with the best innate conditions, one will only go down the wrong path?"

"good."

Yu Xiaogang nodded in satisfaction.

"For example, your Blue Silver Grass."

"In the eyes of the world, Blue Silver Grass is just a useless martial soul that can be found everywhere. But according to my theoretical analysis, it can enhance its toughness, spikes and toxicity by acquiring the Mandragora Serpent soul ring, thus forging the path most suitable for control-type soul masters."

"That's the power of theory."

Done.

He glanced at Su Chen, who had already sat down, his gaze falling on the shallow sword, and his disdain became even more pronounced.

"And some people, despite having good talent, insist on clinging to a piece of scrap metal, even treating it as a martial soul."

"What else could such a person be but foolish?"

These few words completely sealed the deal.

Almost everyone in the restaurant knew that Yu Xiaogang was verbally abusing Su Chen.

"Damn it, this guy really doesn't know what's good for him."

With a slight twitch of his fingers, Yue Guan silently created a thin crack in the corner of the table.

If Su Chen hadn't remained silent, he would have already slapped Yu Xiaogang's deadpan face into the floor tiles.

In his eyes.

How dare a mere piece of trash who's been stuck at level 29 for half his life give orders in front of our Holy Son?

Do they really think the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall is someone anyone can scam?

Although Dugu Bo did not go into the restaurant, he was only responsible for guarding outside.

But if that old poisoner heard Yu Xiaogang's words, he would probably laugh himself silly on the spot.

A monster genius who was revered as a god by the titled Douluo was, in Yu Xiaogang's words, actually became a failed example of "never reaching the level of a Great Soul Master in his lifetime".

This is no longer just blindness.

This is like taking your brain off your pants and using it as a pendant.

And Su Chen.

He continued eating at a leisurely pace.

A mouthful of braised beef.

A chopstickful of braised animal tendon.

His movements were steady, his expression calm, as if Yu Xiaogang's long-winded speech was just a swarm of flies buzzing in his ear.

But the more this happened, the more Yu Xiaogang's sense of superiority rose.

Because in his view.

Su Chen did not refute, not because he disdained it, but because he was powerless.

He was right.

So I can only pretend I don't care.

"Oh."

Yu Xiaogang sneered again.

"What's wrong? Why aren't you saying anything?"

"Or have you finally realized that not becoming my disciple was the biggest mistake of your life?"

"If you had been willing to yield back then, perhaps I could have managed to find a path for you to barely survive in your cultivation. Unfortunately..."

He shook his head, adopting a compassionate and sympathetic posture.

Those who mislead themselves are beyond saving.

Even Tang San felt a sense of relief.

Since arriving in Douluo Continent, he has almost never gained the upper hand in front of Su Chen.

Even if it's just said.

Seeing his teacher publicly belittle the other person, Tang San finally felt a little relieved.

"Su Chen".

Tang San spoke slowly, his tone carrying a feigned pity.

"Although the teacher put it bluntly, she was ultimately reminding you."

"The path of a Soul Master cannot be traversed by acting impulsively."

Sometimes, it's not shameful to recognize your own mediocrity.

"What's shameful is that, despite being ignorant, they stubbornly refuse to turn back."

The words fell.

Several low chuckles, seemingly in agreement, immediately filled the restaurant.

Although many people may not understand the deeper implications, they can all tell that this master and apprentice are working together to ruthlessly trample on others.

The person being stepped on, however, didn't react at all.

In their view.

This is practically the default.

Until this moment.

Su Chen finally put down his chopsticks.

"Smack."

The chopsticks landed on the table with a very soft sound.

But I don't know why.

The moment that sound fell, the atmosphere in the entire restaurant inexplicably turned three degrees colder.

Su Chen raised his eyes.

Deep within those dark eyes, it seemed as if a dark red fire was gently flowing.

He glanced at Tang San first.

Just one glance.

Tang San felt a strange irritation in his heart, as if something was pressing down on him hard, and even his back felt slightly cold.

Then, Su Chen's gaze fell on Yu Xiaogang.

"Are you finished speaking?"

His tone was indifferent.

There was no anger, no fluctuation, not even a trace of the anger a normal person would feel after being publicly humiliated.

Upon hearing these words, Yu Xiaogang's heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.

However, he quickly suppressed this strange feeling and straightened his back again.

"What's wrong?"

"Did I say something wrong?"

Su Chen looked at him and suddenly smiled.

The smile was very faint.

It's more like a complete mockery.