An Interesting Theory Class

While practicing spearwork earlier, Yang Ming had noticed that Yang Lin's spear technique was the worst among all the students present—worse even than another clansman who had awakened his Martial Soul at the same time as the two of them. That was why he had deliberately used him to provoke Yang Yi.

Everyone heard Yang Ming say that Yang Yi was inferior to Yang Lin.

Yang Lin and the other students: "???"

Yang Hong: "."

Although Yang Hong had seen through Yang Ming's provocation, was this kid not being a little disrespectful by making fun of his son right in front of him?

But since it concerned whether Yang Yi could regain his confidence, Yang Hong did not say much. His foolish son was optimistic enough anyway, so he simply continued watching Yang Ming perform.

Hearing those words, Yang Yi stopped in his tracks. He turned around and glared at Yang Ming with bloodshot eyes, his expression only slightly less furious than when he had nearly gone mad from the beating earlier.

It would have been one thing if Yang Ming looked down on him—he truly could not beat Yang Ming—but Yang Ming said he was worse than Yang Lin. Was that not treating Yang Yi like less than a person? Yang Yi gritted his teeth and said.

"You said I'm worse than Yang Lin?!!"

Yang Hong: "."

Yang Hong was delighted that Yang Yi had regained his spirit, but the fact that Yang Yi perked up the moment he heard Yang Lin's name made it seem as though this brat was disrespecting him too! No, it was still Yang Lin's fault for being so disappointing. He would give him a proper beating when they got home. Yang Lin never could have imagined that the beating Yang Ming had just helped him avoid would come back so quickly.

Yang Ming did not know what Yang Hong was thinking. He still had to keep talking Yang Yi through this.

"Yes. At least he's tougher than you. Even if he can't beat anyone, he still has the courage to keep losing. You got scared after losing just once!"

Hearing Yang Ming's assessment of him, Yang Lin muttered under his breath.

"It's his first day here. How does he know I've been losing all along?"

When Yang Hong heard what his son had muttered, his face went completely dark. He decided that when they got home, he could get his Wife to join him for a mixed doubles beating. This brat did not care that someone was looking down on him; he cared how that person knew?!!

Yang Yi was also stunned by those words and looked toward the muttering Yang Lin. He had never lost before, so he had not understood how Yang Lin felt. Now that he had lost once, he felt terrible—but Yang Lin lost every day and did not give a damn! Having just suffered a crushing defeat, Yang Yi involuntarily fell into self-doubt again. Could I really be worse than Yang Lin?

But he quickly recalled all the ridiculous antics Yang Lin had pulled since entering the Clan School half a month ago, and his whole body shuddered. No! Absolutely not!!!

It was one thing to lose to Yang Ming. He truly could not match him in Spear Art, so he accepted that.

But losing to Yang Lin?!! He would disgrace the ancestors!!!

Seeing Yang Ming bring Yang Yi back to life with just a few words, Yang Lin and the others were deeply impressed. In particular, the gazes of two older female cousins began to turn suspiciously suggestive. After all, handsome, strong, and smart—was this not heaven-sent cousin romance? It made Yang Ming feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

Yang Ming looked at Yang Yi, whose expression had become lively again, and nodded to himself. As expected, someone like Yang Yi, who looked proud and self-confident on the outside but was fragile within, would never allow himself to lose to someone inferior to him in every way—such as Yang Lin.

Once Yang Yi regained his reason, he understood that Yang Ming had been provoking him and why he had done it. His gaze toward Yang Ming became somewhat awkward. But expecting him to thank Yang Ming was impossible. It would never happen in this lifetime!

When Yang Yi thought about how he had provoked Yang Ming, only for Yang Ming to help him emerge from the shadow of defeat, he immediately rejected the thought that Yang Ming was such a nice guy! Had he not been the one who had beaten him into depression in the first place?!!

He had nearly been deceived by Yang Ming's innocent appearance. With that thought, the awkwardness vanished from Yang Yi's eyes, replaced by an unyielding fire. He had lost in spear technique, but the Clan School had much more to teach. Yang Yi did not believe Yang Ming could beat him at everything!

The other students, who had been watching events unfold from the side, were relieved to see Yang Yi return to normal. Yang Ming even saw a pretty older female cousin step forward to comfort Yang Yi and analyze their earlier spear technique "duel." The more she analyzed, the darker Yang Yi's face became.

As for Yang Hong, who had been offline for quite some time, he looked at the restored Junior of the clan and breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, he felt that he was the only loser in this match. No, not the only one! His foolish son Yang Lin, who had made him a loser, would also have to accept his father's unjust punishment!

After one round of spear practice, Yang Ming and Yang Yi had another instructional spar involving spear technique, and the morning's basic spearwork class came to an end. After spearwork came Soul Master Theory Class, taught by another clan elder, Lin Ye.

Yang Ming went with the others into the inner classroom. There, he listened as the elder at the podium explained general knowledge about the continent, Soul Master knowledge, and theories from the Soul Master World. He even brought out the famous Martial Soul theorist Great Master, Yu Xiaogang's renowned work, "Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul," to clarify matters for everyone.

When Yang Lin heard Lin Ye call Yu Xiaogang a Great Master of Martial Soul theory, and learned that he had written something with such an impressive-sounding title as "Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul," he curiously asked.

"Uncle Ye, if this Great Master is so amazing, then he must be very strong, right? What is his cultivation level? Soul Emperor? Soul Saint?"

As Yang Lin spoke, he noticed Uncle Ye's expression becoming increasingly strange, and his heart skipped a beat as he said.

"Could it be—"

Lin Ye hurriedly interrupted Yang Lin's bold speculation. He had already started by naming a cultivation level twice the man's own, and now he was about to raise it to three times? Did he not know that was deeply disrespectful?

"This Great Master's cultivation is not high. He is only a rank twenty-nine Soul Grandmaster."

Yang Lin was somewhat confused by that cultivation level. It could not be helped: among the Breaking Clan, any Soul Breaking Spear Martial Soul wielder over the age of twenty was at least rank thirty. He did not have a deep understanding of what rank twenty-nine meant for outside Soul Masters. So he continued asking.

"Then this Great Master must be very young, or perhaps from a commoner background? Otherwise, why would he only be rank twenty-nine?"

Recalling the rumors about that Great Master, Lin Ye could only marvel in disbelief and answer helplessly.

"That Great Master seems to have come from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, and he is around forty this year!"

Yang Lin: "."

Yang Yi, seated on Yang Ming's other side, let out a derisive laugh. The old Yang Yi probably would not have bothered with Yang Lin, but ever since Yang Ming had compared Yang Lin to him, Yang Yi had begun noticing this living treasure. The more he looked at him, the more annoyed he became. Yang Yi said coldly.

"That's enough, Yang Lin!"

"They already said that Great Master is a Great Master of Martial Soul theory. His cultivation talent must be poor, so he became a Great Master of theory. Otherwise, who with good talent would neglect cultivation and go study how to cultivate?"

Lin Ye also felt that this was probably the truth. Before he could speak, Yang Yi asked again.

"If he can be called a Great Master of Martial Soul theory, and his work is even titled 'Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul,' then he must be very talented, right?"

Lin Ye choked up again upon hearing Yang Yi's question. Were children these days all this sharp with their questions? Lin Ye said somewhat guiltily.

"Not exactly. 'Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul' has quite a few loopholes."

"Today, I'm using Yu Xiaogang's work as a negative example to leave a deeper impression on you!"

Hearing Lin Ye's answer, Yang Yi froze. Yang Lin and the other students could no longer hold it in and burst into loud laughter. This Great Master was far too interesting.

"Hahahaha~"

"Hahahaha~"

"."

Yang Ming looked strangely at Lin Ye, Yang Yi, and Yang Lin. He felt that the mouths of these three were exceptionally vicious, as though they had been smeared with a special poison made by the Yang Family. If that Great Master heard their conversation, he would probably die of anger!

Perhaps Lin Ye also sensed Yang Ming's strange gaze. He cleared his throat and shouted.

"Enough! Stop laughing!"

"Continue the lesson."

For the rest of the time, Lin Ye broke down and carefully explained the erroneous knowledge covered in "Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul"—where it was wrong and what its limitations were. He also covered some correct knowledge, though there was rather little of it, and much of it was already common knowledge.

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