At that very moment.
A ring of yellow stains suddenly appeared on Yu Xiaogang's gray robe.
As time passed, the yellow stains spread out from his waist.
If anyone got close to Yu Xiaogang, they could even smell a nauseating reek.
Now Yu Xiaogang had truly become a "Grandmaster."
Oh, sorry—not a "Grandmaster," but a "Soaking Wet Master."
Watching this scene, Yao Xuan smiled knowingly.
Back when he was in his Soul Beast form, he had beaten Yu Xiaogang to a pulp.
An experience like that would definitely leave Yu Xiaogang with a deep psychological scar.
And sure enough, the moment he saw Yao Xuan's Auspicious Beast Martial Soul, the cowardly Yu Xiaogang had wet himself in fright!
As expected of the "pure and spotless" Tang San, and the cowardly Yu "Soaking Wet Master"!
Unfortunately, Yu Xiaogang was wearing a gray robe today, not a white one.
Even though he'd wet himself, the students in the distance could hardly see it.
But Yao Xuan wasn't about to let Yu Xiaogang off so easily.
"Oh, Yu Xiaogang, Grandmaster! What happened? Why did you suddenly scream and wet your pants? Are you all right?"
Looking at Yu Xiaogang, who was still shaken, Yao Xuan smiled and loudly feigned concern.
At Yao Xuan's words, Yu Xiaogang's face instantly flushed crimson!
Yao Xuan had actually called him out in front of everyone for wetting himself!
Now he'd made a complete fool of himself!
Sure enough, the crowd, who had only been surprised by Yu Xiaogang's scream, immediately noticed that his gray robe was soaked!
"Oh my, Yu Xiaogang really did wet himself!"
"Yeah, how much of a coward do you have to be to wet yourself just because of someone else's Martial Soul?"
"Exactly! He calls himself the Grandmaster? He should call himself the Soaking Wet Master!"
The students around them wore mocking expressions as they burst into laughter.
Their overlapping laughter only made Yu Xiaogang feel more humiliated. He wanted nothing more than to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.
"I-I'm fine!"
Hearing Yao Xuan's words, Yu Xiaogang couldn't say much. He could only take several deep breaths to calm his fear.
"Glad to hear it! Grandmaster Yu, come on, you still haven't answered my question! Do you recognize my Martial Soul?"
Ignoring the look Yu Xiaogang gave him, as if he wanted to swallow him whole, Yao Xuan smiled and pressed on.
"Of course! If I remember correctly, your Martial Soul is called the Auspicious Beast, right?"
Suppressing the hatred in his heart, Yu Xiaogang answered.
"Good, I'll count that as a correct answer!"
"But don't think that means I'll let Tang San off the hook!"
"Now, let's talk about your theories."
"After all, I've heard of the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul you proposed, but I think they're riddled with errors!"
Hearing Yu Xiaogang's answer, Yao Xuan smiled, then looked at him and spoke.
"What? You dare say my theories are riddled with errors?"
"You're talking nonsense and making baseless accusations!"
"All my theories have been rigorously verified. They're flawless!"
At Yao Xuan's words, Yu Xiaogang immediately lost his temper.
Though he was a complete good-for-nothing, deep down, Yu Xiaogang was an extremely proud man.
Seeing Yao Xuan dare to slander the theories he had worked so hard to propose, Yu Xiaogang flew into a rage. He glared at Yao Xuan, wishing he could swallow him whole!
"Good! Since you're so confident, answer my next question!"
"One of your ten theories concerns Soul Rings for Soul Masters."
"According to your theory, the maximum limit for a Soul Master's First Soul Ring is 423 years. I remember correctly, don't I?"
With a mocking smile, Yao Xuan looked at Yu Xiaogang and spoke.
"That's right! I came to that conclusion after extensive research. There's no way it could be wrong!"
Hearing Yao Xuan's question, Yu Xiaogang answered with absolute confidence.
Of the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul, some were things he'd made up himself, but most were conclusions he'd drawn from ancient texts in Spirit Hall.
As luck would have it, this particular theory was one of those drawn from earlier scholarship, so Yu Xiaogang was naturally confident in it.
"Good!"
"Then let me tell you: your theory is an absolute joke!"
"Come on, open your eyes and take a good look at what kind of Soul Ring my First Soul Ring is!"
As he spoke, Yao Xuan willed his Soul Rings into view.
In an instant, a purple Soul Ring appeared around Yao Xuan.
This was naturally nowhere near the full extent of Yao Xuan's power.
But why use an ox cleaver to kill a chicken? He didn't need a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring to humiliate Yu Xiaogang.
To avoid scaring Yu Xiaogang to death in one go,
Yao Xuan used Stealth to reveal only his First Soul Ring.
He also showed it as having only a thousand years of cultivation.
Even so, Yu Xiaogang was still startled.
"A Thousand-Year Soul Ring? Impossible! That's impossible!"
Staring at Yao Xuan's Soul Ring, Yu Xiaogang's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.
At that moment, he felt his face burning.
The Soul Ring around Yao Xuan seemed like a powerful slap, viciously smacking him in the face and humiliating him over and over.
"Heh, what's impossible about it? You're so ignorant, Yu Xiaogang!"
"Let me tell you: the cultivation level of the Soul Ring a Soul Master can absorb is related to their rank, but the most important factor is their physical fitness!"
"You say the limit for a Soul Master's First Soul Ring is 423 years because you're narrow-minded and ignorant!"
"As long as their physical fitness is strong enough, even a Soul Master can absorb a Thousand-Year Soul Ring—or even a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring."
"And my Soul Ring is the best refutation of your so-called theory!"
Looking at Yu Xiaogang, Yao Xuan sneered and pressed him hard.
"Y-yes, I admit that my theories have a few minor flaws, but they're only minor flaws!"
"If you're so capable, point out another problem with my theories. If you can find another flaw, I, Yu Xiaogang, will lick your shoes clean right here!"
Hearing Yao Xuan's words, Yu Xiaogang was powerless to argue. After all, the Thousand-Year Soul Ring behind Yao Xuan had already thoroughly humiliated him.
Even so, Yu Xiaogang still refused to accept defeat and instead began to quibble shamelessly.
"Hahahaha, fine! I'll make you lose so utterly and willingly that you'll lick my shoes!"
"Yu Xiaogang, one of your ten theories says, 'There are no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters,' right?"
Hearing Yu Xiaogang's words, Yao Xuan burst out laughing.
Finding another hole in Yu Xiaogang's error-riddled theories was laughably easy!
With a mocking smile, Yao Xuan looked at Yu Xiaogang and spoke.
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