Rebutting Grandmaster

Xiao Wu-jie couldn't put her feelings into words. Anyway, hearing those female students talk made her feel as if someone were trying to steal her candy, leaving her extremely upset.

"Shut up, all of you! Are you animals? Mo Bai is still so young—how can he be looking for a girlfriend?"

So Xiao Wu-jie shouted at those girls.

The ones who had been shouting earlier were all older fifth- and sixth-year students, so there was nothing wrong with Xiao Wu-jie yelling at them like that.

Hearing Xiao Wu-jie lose her temper, the girls immediately shut their mouths and didn't dare say another word.

Beside Xiao Wu-jie, Tang San felt indescribably miserable as he watched her seem so anxious over Mo Bai.

"Xiao Wu, I can do what Mo Bai just did too. And I have hidden weapons that are even better than using techniques with my hands!"

In a moment of impulsiveness, Tang San didn't know why he had taken the initiative to reveal his secret to Xiao Wu.

"Really? You can do it too, Tang San?"

Xiao Wu was instantly surprised.

"Yeah. I'll show you after school, and you'll understand!"

Seeing that Xiao Wu was interested, Tang San hurriedly nodded.

"Even better than Mo Bai's?"

Xiao Wu asked another question.

"Yes!"

Tang San answered with complete confidence.

"Okay!" Seeing that Tang San really seemed capable of it—and that it was even stronger than Mo Bai's—Xiao Wu quickly nodded.

Tang San was overjoyed, feeling as though his entire mood had brightened.

"You can't lie to me, okay? Once I learn it, I'll go defeat Mo Bai. That'll definitely be fun!"

Xiao Wu giggled, then turned her gaze back to Mo Bai in the arena.

"..."

The smile on Tang San's face instantly froze.

Mo Bai, Mo Bai... damn Mo Bai!

"Teacher Mo Na, thank you for going easy on me!"

Seeing Teacher Mo Na admit defeat, Mo Bai put away his Blue Silver Grass martial soul and smiled modestly at Teacher Mo Na.

"Don't get cocky. One more round, and I'll definitely beat you!"

Teacher Mo Na snapped at Mo Bai irritably.

"Alright, I have things to do, so I'm leaving first!"

However, Teacher Mo Na was indeed embarrassed to have lost to Mo Bai. After tossing out that remark, he hurried away.

Only when Mo Bai returned to the Dean did he discover that Master was there as well.

Seeing that the soul battle had ended, the other teachers and students also began to leave, discussing it as they went.

Clearly, they had found today's soul battle extremely exciting.

"Hello, Master!"

Mo Bai politely greeted Master, then turned to the Dean. "Dean, can I choose my own Soul Ring now?"

"Ah... well..."

The Dean opened his mouth but didn't answer immediately, instead signaling Master with his eyes to quickly help persuade him.

"Ahem!" Pressured by the Dean, Master could only clear his throat twice. After drawing Mo Bai's attention, he said, "Mo Bai, it's like this. I think the Dean's concerns are justified. The Blue Silver Grass martial soul may truly be unsuitable for the assault system!"

"Your idea of treating Blue Silver Grass as a weapon is excellent. Even I was amazed by it!"

"But you must understand that Blue Silver Grass is ultimately just Blue Silver Grass. It isn't a weapon-type martial soul. If you develop Blue Silver Grass in the direction of weaponry, then among Soul Masters of the same rank, Blue Silver Grass will be inferior to other weapon-type martial souls!"

Master spoke slowly, repeating what he had previously told the Dean.

As he spoke, Master watched Mo Bai's expression. When he found that Mo Bai was completely unmoved, displeasure rose in his heart. Had this kid not listened at all?

Mo Bai's expression truly remained calm. Once he made a decision, he would not allow anyone else to change it.

Not even Master, whom he somewhat admired.

"Master, then what direction should Blue Silver Grass take?"

Mo Bai calmly questioned Master in return.

"Of course, the control system and healing system!"

Master answered decisively.

"Then if Blue Silver Grass takes the control-system path, will its control or healing abilities be stronger than those of other Soul Masters at the same rank?"

Mo Bai had been waiting for Master to say that. Then he immediately rebutted him.

"This..."

Grandmaster was immediately left speechless by Mo Bai's retort.

That was right. Given the quality of Blue Silver Grass, whether he chose the healing path or the control path, he would still be inferior to Soul Masters of the same level who specialized in the same direction.

Grandmaster was rarely challenged like this—almost never—and Mo Bai's words had been so sharp that he was left unable to respond for a moment.

"Since no matter which path I take, I'll be weaker than Soul Masters of the same level who follow that same path, why can't I choose the path I like?"

"Grandmaster, I'm not your disciple. There's no need for you to worry about my cultivation!"

Mo Bai continued pressing him.

Seeing Grandmaster's expression, Mo Bai felt utterly refreshed and satisfied.

Back then, he had genuinely wanted to take Grandmaster as his teacher, hoping to learn more extensive and comprehensive knowledge about martial spirits from him. Who would have thought that the other man would become convinced that he possessed Twin Spirits, and reject him for supposedly concealing the truth and being dishonest?

It was impossible for Mo Bai not to harbor some resentment over that!

"You..." Grandmaster's expression changed at once under Mo Bai's words, and his face began to flush red.

He truly had not expected Mo Bai to confront him so bluntly.

"Hmph. Dean, you've seen it yourself. I can't offer any guidance here. You can persuade him yourself. Farewell!"

After snorting in anger and embarrassment, Grandmaster turned and left directly.

He actually could have answered Mo Bai's questions. For instance, if Blue Silver Grass took the control path, it might be weaker than Soul Masters of the same level and specialization, but if used well, a control-type Soul Master could defeat Soul Masters of the same level from other specializations.

Moreover, if Blue Silver Grass followed the control or healing path, it could provide far greater assistance to a team of Soul Masters.

But he was not going to say any of that now. There was no need.

Mo Bai was not his disciple. He could do whatever he wanted!

Even a dignified Grandmaster had a temper.

"Grandmaster..."

The Dean called out to him, but Grandmaster did not stop and continued walking away.

"Ah... this..." The Dean had not expected things to turn out this way either. Turning toward Mo Bai, he said somewhat angrily, "Nonsense! How could you speak to Grandmaster like that?"

"Dean, I was only telling the truth!"

"Besides, you were the one who broke the agreement first. You clearly promised me, yet you still invited Grandmaster to persuade me!"

Mo Bai calmly shrugged, then turned the accusation back on the Dean.

"This... cough, cough..."

The Dean was immediately embarrassed by Mo Bai's words. It seemed that he really had caused this situation himself.

That made it difficult for him to continue criticizing Mo Bai.

"Alright, alright. Let's not talk about this anymore. Choose your Soul Ring according to your own wishes!"

The Dean waved his hand and dropped the matter.

"Thank you, Dean!"

Mo Bai promptly thanked him with a smile.

Settled!

And he had even gotten to give Grandmaster a piece of his mind. That felt great!