Yuan Bao froze mid-pose. "Huh? But Teacher, didn't you say that outer appearance matters when finding a Dao companion?"
"It does," Lin Feng replied calmly. "But so does strength. More importantly, absolute strength."
He stepped forward, his voice deepening, carrying the weight of a seasoned cultivator who had seen countless worlds.
"For now, instead of losing weight, we will focus on making you stronger."
Yuan Bao blinked. "Stronger… while staying fat?"
"Yes."
"…Even fatter?"
"…Potentially."
Yuan Bao's expression twisted in confusion, disbelief, and faint hope.
Lin Feng continued, his tone growing more confident.
"When you are strong enough, even fairies and goddesses will have to kneel before you just to gain your attention. When you reach that height, you won't be chasing women anymore."
He paused, then smiled faintly, a dangerous glint appearing in his eyes.
"They'll be chasing you."
Yuan Bao's jaw dropped. His breathing quickened.
