There Are No Worthless Spirits, Only Worthless Soul Masters

Inside the office, Yu Xiaogang's voice was almost forcibly calm. Eager to break the deadlock before him and make Blade calm down, his eyes were filled with anxiety, while his tone carried an unquestionable resolve:

"Listen to me! Blade, calm down first. I've read your records. Your martial soul is a shattered sword, right? You don't need to worry about that.

According to my Ten Core Theories of Spirit and Martial Arts, you must also possess Twin Martial Souls!"

Yu Xiaogang spoke faster and faster, a trace of excitement and anticipation in his voice, as though he had already seen Blade's glorious future:

"You are the fourth possessor of Twin Martial Souls on this continent! Believe me, I can definitely teach you the very best!"

Confidence gleamed in his eyes. As he spoke, he carefully observed Blade's reaction. Yu Xiaogang continued, his voice brimming with passion and conviction:

"Besides, there's no need to worry about the sword in your hand either.

According to my theory, there are no worthless martial souls in this world—only worthless soul masters!

As long as you follow my training methods, even a Shattered Sword can still stand at the pinnacle of the continent and become one of the strongest people!"

Yu Xiaogang grew increasingly agitated. He stood up, and though the wound on his leg pained him, he no longer cared about maintaining a Grandmaster's bearing. In one breath, he spilled out every benefit he could offer Blade:

"I truly can't bear to watch you go astray and waste such great Talents. Blade, can you trust me?"

His eyes were full of expectation and earnestness, as though he were extending hands of salvation toward Blade, hoping he would seize this opportunity and change his fate.

Every word Yu Xiaogang spoke rang with conviction. His promises and beliefs echoed through the office, slightly easing the tense atmosphere.

Even that famous saying that insulted himself twice came right out of his mouth!

At that very moment, after hearing Yu Xiaogang's self-righteous speech, Blade only felt the Konjac Jelly in his heart about to erupt in an instant!

Mockery flashed through his eyes, and Yu Xiaogang's ignorance and arrogance irritated him beyond measure.

This Yu Xiaogang really was as shameless as ever. Everything he said was enough to make people laugh their teeth out. He was not worthy of any respect at all.

Blade sneered inwardly. He utterly disdained Yu Xiaogang's so-called Ten Core Theories. Yu Xiaogang could not even tell that Tang San's Blue Silver Grass possessed the quality of a Blue Silver Emperor, much less recognize that his Shizun's Sword was a peerless divine sword!

In response, Blade merely gave a cold laugh. His voice was low and laced with amusement, every word seeming as though it had been soaked in icy water, carrying a chilling coldness:

"A worthless martial soul?"

"Laughable Ten Core Theories."

"How about it."

"You."

"Come try the sword in my palm?"

"Prove it. Prove it?"

"Heh heh."

As he spoke, a wicked smile appeared at the corner of Blade's lips, containing endless provocation and disdain.

He directly began harming himself. The sharp blade instantly sliced open his palm, and his abundant blood immediately transformed into Blood Qi, spreading through the air.

Blade's Aura surged at an unimaginable speed, that overwhelming power nearly shattering the office's calm.

The Shizun's Sword was enveloped in blood-red Light and Shadow. The oppressive force radiating from its blade was something that even the supposedly number-one Tool Spirit in the world, the Clear Sky Hammer, could not hope to match before this power!

The entire office seemed to transform into an ocean of sword aura. Blood-red dragons intertwined in the air, forming a net and setting Blade off like a God of War descending into the world. That imposing presence alone was enough to make any challenger tremble in fear.

"Th-this-this... what exactly is the origin of your martial soul? I've never seen anything like it!"

Yu Xiaogang's voice was filled with shock and confusion. His face turned pale, his eyes wide open. Clearly, the power displayed by Blade's martial soul had frightened him.

As a Soul Grandmaster, Yu Xiaogang should not have feared a Kid who had only just awakened his martial soul. Yet when he witnessed this scene with his own eyes, his heart could no longer remain calm.

It was a feeling of terror and shock. His body trembled uncontrollably, as though suppressed by an invisible force.

Yu Xiaogang prided himself on having read countless precious books from Spirit Hall and believed his understanding of martial souls had reached a considerable level.

Yet the sight before him left him unable to believe his own eyes.

Panicked and flustered, he hurriedly picked up Blade's Spirit Hall certificate again and carefully read the description on it.

The certificate clearly stated that Blade's martial soul was a shattered sword, and even thoughtfully labeled it with the three words: "Waste Spirit."

Seeing that the issuer of the certificate was Su Yuntao, Yu Xiaogang cursed inwardly. He practically wanted to go interrogate that blind soul master properly. How could he have judged Blade's martial soul to be so worthless?

Blade's personality was difficult to grasp. Yu Xiaogang had originally planned to properly display his talents, yet he had guessed wrong from the very beginning.

His Grandmaster's bearing had utterly vanished. Now, he could only stand there awkwardly, not knowing what to do.

Moreover, Yu Xiaogang vaguely sensed that this little ancestor truly would not be easy to win over.

He even began to worry whether his own life might be in danger.

His heart was filled with unease and fear. He knew that he had to reevaluate Blade and reassess this disciple he had intended to take in.

Yu Xiaogang clenched his teeth as cold sweat slid down his forehead. He knew that this first impression had been completely ruined.

He secretly regretted it, but he also knew that he could not give up just like this.

His theories were far more than just these. He still had a chance to salvage the situation. He prepared to try once more and make Blade feel that he was still trustworthy.

"Uh... ahem. Blade, I was mistaken." Yu Xiaogang's voice carried a trace of barely perceptible awkwardness and unease, "Your martial soul is excellent, and your Talents are exceptional as well. Let me offer you another piece of advice. According to the Ten Core Theories of Martial Souls, the maximum age limit for your first spirit ring should be—"

However, before he could finish speaking, Blade raised his sword with one hand and pointed it straight at him, slowly advancing step by step.

A curl formed at Blade's lips. His blood-red eyes brimmed with madness and mockery as a flash of crimson light suddenly erupted above his head, illuminating the entire room like a blazing sun.

Several blood-red Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Rings expanded from small to large, unfurling slowly from top to bottom like red lotuses breaking free from their cocoons, blooming with breathtaking beauty.

"Heh."

Blade's voice carried a trace of disdain. "Will your so-called theories bring me any surprises?"

"I've been waiting so long that I'm getting impatient."

There was a hint of teasing in his voice, as though he were mocking Yu Xiaogang's ignorance and arrogance.

His gaze was like a sharp sword, piercing straight into Yu Xiaogang. The overwhelming pressure forced Yu Xiaogang to take several steps back involuntarily.