Tang Yuan: Your Theory Is Completely Wrong!

"Do you know how valuable my martial soul theory is?"

Yu Xiaogang craned his neck, spittle flying everywhere. In his hysterical state, there was none of the lofty demeanor he had shown before.

"My theory is absolute truth!"

"After countless deductions and calculations, the absorption limit for a Soul Master's first soul ring is Four Hundred Twenty-Three Years!"

"Even one year more, and the body will be unable to withstand the impact of Soul Power, causing it to explode and die!"

"This is an ironclad rule! A fundamental truth of the Soul Master World!"

Yu Xiaogang pointed at Tang San, his voice shrill.

"Tang San's martial soul is Blue Silver Grass, a universally acknowledged useless martial soul!"

"For an innately weak martial soul like this, the Control System is the only path forward."

"This Ten-Year Lone Bamboo has a mild temperament and sufficient toughness. It is most suitable for him right now!"

"If he forcibly absorbs a higher-year soul ring, he will undoubtedly die!"

"What do you know? Someone like you, who only knows how to rely on brute force, cannot possibly understand the profundity of theory!"

The more Yu Xiaogang spoke, the more agitated he became, as though he wanted to vent all the frustrations he had accumulated throughout his life.

Tang Yuan looked at Yu Xiaogang, who was hopping around like a clown, and the disdain in his eyes deepened.

"Limit?"

Tang Yuan slowly rose to his feet and looked down at the two of them.

"That is merely the limit of the worthless."

"The so-called Four Hundred Twenty-Three Years is nothing more than an average calculated from the fact that most commoner Soul Masters are physically weak, malnourished, and lack training."

"Using the upper limit of mediocrities as shackles for geniuses."

"Yu Xiaogang, this is not theory. You are killing people."

Having said that, Tang Yuan could not be bothered to spare Yu Xiaogang another glance. He slightly turned his head, his gaze falling on the beautiful figure who had been standing quietly behind him.

"Bing'er."

The girl had been standing silently at the rear. Her long aqua-blue hair draped over her shoulders, her skin was as fair as snow, and her features were exquisitely beautiful.

Especially her long, slender legs, faintly visible beneath her close-fitting blue dress, which gave off an aura both youthful and alluring.

Upon hearing Tang Yuan call her, Shui Bing'er immediately stepped forward.

She did not even spare Tang San or Yu Xiaogang a glance. Instead, she respectfully bowed to Tang Yuan.

Her posture was humble to the extreme, her eyes filled with admiration and reverence.

"Teacher, Bing'er is here."

Tang Yuan said indifferently, "Let these two frogs at the bottom of a well see what a true soul ring configuration looks like."

"Yes, Teacher."

Shui Bing'er raised her head in acknowledgment, then turned to face Tang San and Yu Xiaogang.

The respect on her face vanished in an instant, replaced by a cold arrogance.

With a thought from her, an incomparably frigid aura swept across the entire area.

The surrounding grass and trees were instantly coated in a layer of white frost.

Then, two dazzling rings slowly rose from beneath her feet.

Tang San and Yu Xiaogang instinctively looked over.

Just one glance.

Their eyes instantly widened, their eyeballs nearly popping out of their sockets.

Those two rings did not bear the yellow color that represented hundred-year soul rings.

The first was purple.

The second was also purple.

Two deep-purple soul rings pulsed around Shui Bing'er, radiating the suffocating aura of Thousand-year Soul Beasts.

Incomparably glaring.

Incomparably shocking.

"Th-this... this..."

Yu Xiaogang looked as if someone had grabbed him by the throat. A clucking sound came from his throat as he collapsed onto the ground.

He desperately rubbed his eyes, then even viciously pinched his own thigh.

It hurt.

This was not a dream.

"This is impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Yu Xiaogang screamed in collapse, clutching his head with both hands as his entire body trembled.

"How could the first soul ring possibly be a thousand-year one?"

"This defies common sense! This defies my theories!"

"How could a human body withstand the impact of a thousand-year soul ring? This must be fake! It's some kind of illusion!"

Tang San's heart was also in turmoil, his shock beyond measure.

He looked at Shui Bing'er.

This girl did not seem very old.

Yet her first soul ring was a thousand-year one.

What did that mean?

Although Tang San had only just entered the Soul Master World, he understood.

If one's first soul ring was a thousand-year ring, then they stood more than ten times ahead of everyone else at the starting line.

Moreover, the facts before him were like a resounding slap, viciously striking Yu Xiaogang's face after he had just gone on about the "Four Hundred Twenty-Three Years ironclad rule."

Watching the broken Yu Xiaogang, Tang Yuan pressed his advantage without mercy.

As though casually listing family treasures, his tone was calm, yet every word struck straight at the heart.

"Your Ten Core Competitive Theories say there are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters."

"That's just something to fool idiots."

"And then you talk about the limit of the first soul ring."

"Bing'er underwent Medicinal Bath Body Tempering from childhood. Her physical constitution far surpasses that of ordinary people. Forget a thousand years—even one thousand five hundred years would be no problem for her."

"Your so-called theories are nothing more than delusional self-comfort born from your own failed martial soul mutation and your lifelong inability to break through Level Thirty."

"Because you can't do it yourself, you think no one else in the world can do it either."

"Because you're trash yourself, you want to teach every genius into becoming trash too."

With every sentence Tang Yuan spoke, Yu Xiaogang's face turned a shade paler.

By the end, Yu Xiaogang was ashen-faced, collapsed limply on the ground, capable only of mechanically muttering, "Impossible. I'm the Master. I'm right."

Tang Yuan turned to Shui Bing'er.

"Bing'er, call out the little disciple you taught as well. Let this Master open his eyes."

Shui Bing'er nodded and beckoned toward the group behind her.

A little girl stepped out. She was even younger than Tang San and shyly bowed to Tang Yuan.

Then, she released her martial soul as well.

Her first soul ring was deep yellow, close to six hundred years.

Though it was not a thousand-year ring, it still far exceeded Yu Xiaogang's supposed Four Hundred Twenty-Three Years limit.

"See that?"

Tang Yuan sneered.

"Even a disciple Bing'er taught casually can have a first soul ring reaching six hundred years."

"And you picked a Ten-Year Lone Bamboo for Tang San, who has Twin Martial Souls and Innate Full Soul Power?"

"Yu Xiaogang, you're not just stupid. You're evil too."

Upon hearing the words "Twin Martial Souls," Tang San abruptly raised his head to stare at Tang Yuan, even more horrified.

Aside from his father and Yu Xiaogang, no one knew this secret.

How did this man know?

But what shocked him even more now was the reality before his eyes.

That little girl looked so frail, yet she could absorb a six-hundred-year soul ring.

And Shui Bing'er's first ring had been a thousand-year one.

Facts spoke louder than words.

Tang San turned and looked at Yu Xiaogang again.

The tall, wise, world-weary image of a teacher that had once stood in his heart was now gradually collapsing and shattering.

So the so-called "Master" really was just a joke?

So those so-called "ironclad rules" only existed because he himself was too weak?

Tang San felt like an idiot.

He had almost believed him.