Grandmaster's Philosophy

"Brother Zhao, Brother Zhao, you're hurt? Is my son Qin He all right?"

At the entrance to the Soul Hunting Forest stood a tall, burly middle-aged man in brocade robes. His booming voice made the air tremble slightly.

This middle-aged man was none other than Qin He's father, Qin Zhan, a Level 54 Soul King.

Zhao Chong's injuries were not severe. After the poison was neutralized, Support-Type Soul Masters had already stepped forward and cast several buffs on Principal Zhao Chong, immediately restoring much of his color.

"Brother Qin Zhan, your son... your son, he..."

Principal Zhao Chong could not continue.

"The Soul Hunting Forest is so dangerous. Did my son get hurt?"

An anxious expression appeared on Qin Zhan's face.

It was no wonder Qin Zhan was worried about his son Qin He. He was the only heir of the Qin family!

Besides, the Soul Hunting Forest was extremely dangerous. Even Principal Zhao Chong, a Level 38 Soul Elder, had suffered serious injuries!

No matter how talented his son was, he was still only a Level 10 Soul Master. Getting injured in the midst of a chaotic battle was unavoidable.

Wait, Zhao Chong's face looked so terrible. Could something have happened to my son in the Soul Hunting Forest?

Qin Zhan's face instantly darkened like the bottom of a pot, and a powerful aura burst forth!

"Your son wasn't injured. In fact, he has already become a Level 30 Great Soul Master and can graduate!"

Seeing Qin Zhan's expression, Principal Zhao Chong's facial muscles twitched violently several times.

During this trip to the Soul Hunting Forest, your son Qin He had been perfectly fine.

I, Principal Zhao Chong, was nearly angered to death by him. I almost vomited enough blood to form a river!

After briefly explaining what had happened in the Soul Hunting Forest to Qin Zhan, Principal Zhao Chong finally could not hold it in any longer and asked, "Brother Qin, forgive my bluntness, but do you usually like wearing green hats?"

"Young Master Qin He doesn't look like you!"

Qin Zhan's mouth twitched at those words as well.

Too monstrous!

His son Qin He was simply too monstrous!

A six-year-old child, a Level 10 Soul Master, had entered the Soul Hunting Forest, absorbed two thousand-year soul rings in succession, and become a Level 30 Great Soul Master in the blink of an eye. Who would dare believe it if word got out?

If Qin He had not truly been standing right here, and if Qin Zhan had not truly seen the soul rings above Qin He's head, he would not have dared believe this fact either!

Qin Zhan laughed heartily. "Principal Zhao, my son's cultivation talent is only average. He takes after me. My cultivation talent was just so-so when I was young too!"

"Brother Zhao, you've seen something embarrassing, truly embarrassing..."

Principal Zhao Chong: "..."

Go to hell!

You father and son from the Qin family are both terrible people!

How could you be so shameless?!

In a classroom at Notting Academy, Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang was teaching.

"Little San, according to my spirit theory, every Soul Master must be cautious when absorbing soul rings. You cannot absorb soul rings from soul beasts that are too old, because the result is often death from bodily collapse..."

Below him, Tang San's little face was full of seriousness. He nodded from time to time, feeling that Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang's words made perfect sense.

When Tang San had absorbed his first soul ring, it had been a hundred-year soul ring. The fusion of two different powers had caused him considerable suffering.

If he had not cultivated the Mysterious Heaven Skill, giving him physical and mental strength at the peak among Soul Masters of his level, he might not have been able to endure it.

Qin He has been in the Soul Hunting Forest for so long. Could he possibly not understand soul ring theory and randomly absorb some soul ring?

Tang San could not help thinking this.

Toward Qin He, the great demon king who had crushed his confidence time and time again, Tang San felt both awe and a desire to surpass him.

Thinking that Qin He might fall behind him for some reason, Tang San could not help feeling a little pleased. I know it's wrong to think like this, but I can't help it!

After cultivating for so long, I, Tang San, am already a Level 16 Soul Master. Even if Qin He obtains a powerful soul ring, he still won't be able to match my cultivation speed!

With my cultivation speed, if I can reach Level 20 Soul Power by the age of twelve, I should become Notting Academy's youngest graduate, right?

Thinking of the glory, honor, and applause that would come with becoming the number one person at Notting Academy in the future, Tang San was in an exceptionally good mood.

Just as he was lost in thought, a burst of commotion came from outside the classroom.

"Young Master Qin He has returned from the Soul Hunting Forest!"

"He absorbed two soul rings in the Soul Hunting Forest at once! The first was a thousand-year soul ring, and the second was a five-thousand-year soul ring!"

"Young Master Qin He's Soul Power has already reached Level 30! A Level 30 Great Soul Master, and Young Master Qin He is only six years old! Is he going to graduate?"

"Graduating at six! Young Master Qin He has broken the cultivation record and the graduation records of every academy on Douluo Continent!"

When these discussions reached Tang San and Yu Xiaogang's ears, their expressions were as colorful as an overturned bottle of mixed flavors.

"Is there something wrong with my ears?"

Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath.

His face hurt so badly!

This was too painful!

He had just said that soul rings could not be absorbed recklessly and that their age was important, and then, in the blink of an eye, along came a living counterexample!

That Qin He was simply slapping the face of Yu Xiaogang, an expert in spirit research!

Whenever Yu Xiaogang wanted to put forward some impressive theory, this fellow would appear and use bloody facts to tell him that theories were useless!

He absorbed soul rings however he pleased, slapped them on however he pleased, and was still bouncing around perfectly alive. Could you show a little respect for my research results?!

What the hell was this?!

Young Master Qin He, your father Qin Zhan and I are friends. What grudge do we have?

"Teacher, you previously said that Young Master Qin He is very lazy in cultivation, and that as long as I work hard, I'll catch up to him someday. Does that still count?"

Tang San stared blankly at Yu Xiaogang with shining eyes, his gaze unfocused as though seeking encouragement from his teacher.

"Little San!"

Yu Xiaogang let out a deep sigh. "Your teacher once had a great dream too. I wanted to become a powerful Soul Master on Douluo Continent, so I worked hard. Ten years later, I finally..."

Tang San's eyes lit up. "Teacher, are you saying that as long as one works hard and has a dream, it will come true someday?"

What an inspiring story!

His teacher Yu Xiaogang, the greatest Grandmaster of Spirit Theory Research on Douluo Continent, was encouraging him!

Yu Xiaogang shook his head. "Ten years later, my martial spirit Luo Sanpao told me that was all bullshit!"

"An iron pestle can be ground into a needle, but a wooden club can only be ground into a toothpick. If the material is wrong, no amount of effort will help!"

"Stop keeping your eyes on Qin He. There are so many people on Douluo Continent. Why insist on seeking abuse?"

Tang San: "..."