Douluo Dalu: Faking It Till It’s Real, If the Master Says It Works, Then It Definitely Works

What? You say Blue Silver Grass is just useless weed? That’s because you’re no good at it! The Grandmaster himself said Blue Silver Grass has limitless vitality, and when cultivated to its peak, it becomes the World Tree! After transmigrating into Douluo, Luo Chuan gained the ability to make whatever he believed become reality. This time, Luo Chuan won’t be a rebellious disciple. Instead, he’ll become Yu Xiaogang’s biggest fan! As long as Yu Xiaogang dares to boast, Luo Chuan dares to believe! And as long as Luo Chuan believes, it can become real! Then everything took a sharp turn: To show off, Yu Xiaogang casually made something up: Actually, you don’t need to hunt spirit beasts to get a Soul Ring. As long as you have a ring in your heart, one will form naturally from heaven and earth! Luo Chuan immediately sat cross-legged, and a hundred-thousand-year red Soul Ring condensed out of thin air! Everyone was stunned! Yu Xiaogang was dumbfounded: “What the hell? I made that up! Could I actually be a genius?” From then on, Yu Xiaogang got carried away and let his imagination run wild. Soul Power is poisonous? That’s because your constitution is weak! Su Yun, drink it and use poison to counter poison as you forge a golden body! And so Luo Chuan cultivated a body immune to all poisons. Soul Bones are too expensive? Break your own bones apart and put them back together. That’s how you get the best fit! And so Luo Chuan cultivated the Supreme Bone. Luo Chuan surged ahead, and every ridiculous theory proved true for him! Watching Su Yun cleave through a Titled Douluo’s defenses with one strike, Tang San grew jealous. Then one day, Tang San came crawling back with a limp, covered in poison, and with his Soul Power diminished: “Teacher… I trained the way you told me to. Why am I about to die?” Yu Xiaogang: “Xiao San, forgive me for being blunt. If Luo Chuan can make the same theory work and you can’t, then you’re just useless!” Tang San: “Pfft, ”