Douluo: So You're the Theory Master

The air of having everything under control sent many people at the scene into deep thought, their minds racing. If all of this was true—if the limits of Spirit Ring absorption differed—then would they have to make different choices for their futures as well?

People from the various factions took their seats in an orderly manner.

They intended to see how the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect planned to "put on this show."

Could a Soul Master's second Spirit Ring absorb a Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring?

To ordinary Soul Masters, that was obviously impossible.

They even believed that not even gods could accomplish it.

Furthermore, this Soul Beast clearly was not suitable for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda. Some unfavorable mutation might even occur.

Yu Xiaogang sat properly in his seat. Beside him were his disciple Tang San and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's leader, Yu Yuanzhen.

It's impossible to absorb a Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring. Absolutely impossible.

Someone with Innate Half-Level Soul Power can't cultivate either. He can't possibly break through to Soul Grandmaster.

He's also a Soul Grandmaster. He's twenty—perhaps even older—and yet only level twenty.

Reaching level twenty must have already taken everything he had. How could he possibly have researched anything else?

That guy must be taking someone else's work and claiming it as his own. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, it must be them...

Yu Xiaogang was deeply conflicted, his mind filled with all kinds of theories, his desire to alter Martial Souls, and his resentment over others' success.

He did not want to see anyone else succeed, especially in this field.

Though his face remained expressionless as he looked down below with confident scrutiny, the fist clenched within his sleeve kept rubbing against itself.

He had been in this state ever since entering this place.

It became even more obvious now that Ning Qinghe was about to appear.

The two people beside him, who were also the closest to him, both knew about it.

He was clearly extremely nervous and lacked confidence.

Yu Yuanzhen was somewhat worried, but this was something only Yu Xiaogang himself could overcome.

Tang San, meanwhile, cared more about the theory and what he might gain from it.

He still showed concern for Yu Xiaogang, but that came after his Martial Soul.

If it truly proved that Yu Xiaogang was wrong, if Yu Xiaogang himself admitted defeat and admitted his mistake—

Then Tang San would have to think of a solution.

Meanwhile, in the passage below, beneath everyone's watchful eyes—

Accompanied by unhurried footsteps, Ning Qinghe slowly walked out of the corridor.

He had taken in the entire situation from earlier.

The people originally responsible for handling the Spirit-Nurturing Beast had spread out around the area, in case someone lost their mind and caused trouble.

In the end, only Chen Xin remained standing beside Ning Qinghe.

At his age, he could only be considered part of the younger generation on the continent. His level-twenty Soul Master rank was even shockingly low. Yet standing before everyone, he showed not the slightest hint of timidity. Instead, he calmly surveyed the crowd with an air of authority.

This disappointed some people who had arrived with ill intentions, hoping to see the young master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect make a fool of himself.

Just Innate Half-Level Soul Power, yet he was acting so calm before so many people.

"Spirit Hall, Heaven Dou Empire, Star Luo Empire, Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, and... on behalf of the Extreme Research Institute alone, I welcome you all."

Ignoring everyone's gazes, Ning Qinghe walked to the center and spoke directly.

He spoke with flamboyant confidence and a beaming smile. Judging solely by his appearance, spirit, and bearing, his relationship with Ning Fengzhi was beyond doubt.

Ning Qinghe was simply younger, more energetic, and seemingly more flamboyant.

After briefly naming the various factions and exchanging a few pleasantries—

Ning Qinghe carefully swept his gaze across the crowd. His attention lingered a little longer on several Titled Douluo before he got straight to the point.

"Since everyone has taken time out of their busy schedules to come here, I believe you all want an answer. I can tell you with certainty that there is no limit to Spirit Ring absorption."

"I won't say anything else for now. Let's see the proof with our own eyes."

"This Soul Beast should be recognizable to everyone: a Spirit-Nurturing Beast over fifteen thousand years old. I am a level-twenty Soul Grandmaster, and today, I will prove it to all of you."

"As long as the physical body is strong enough and the spiritual power is strong enough, whether it is a thousand years or even ten thousand years, it is all merely nourishment for Martial Souls and Soul Masters."

"Furthermore, whether one has Innate Half-Level Soul Power or Innate Full Soul Power, everyone is qualified to strive for the rank of Titled Douluo."

"I will prove to everyone that in this world, 'there are no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters.'"

"We all have a bright future!!!"

By then, Ning Qinghe had already arrived beside the Spirit-Nurturing Beast's cage.

The Spirit-Nurturing Beast had been completely restrained, so there was no need to worry about danger.

He only needed to kill it and absorb its Spirit Ring.

Following his words, everyone turned their attention to the Spirit-Nurturing Beast, wanting to see whether a black Spirit Ring would truly appear.

As for the line, "there are no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters," most people did not care much. After all, the people here were mostly talents from major factions. Even Innate Soul Power at level five or six was considered low among them.

In their eyes, if those with low Innate Soul Power could gain results through hard work, then wouldn't people like them achieve even more?

As they stared at the person and the Soul Beast below, their eyes gradually grew feverish.

What interested them more was the method of absorbing high-level Soul Beasts.

Upon hearing the words, "there are no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters," Yu Xiaogang, seated in his chair, trembled violently. His already unstable expression became even more terrifying.

He felt that Ning Qinghe was clearly mocking him, and then there was that nonsense about a bright future.

He had Innate Half-Level Soul Power, a damned piece of trash called Luo Sanpao, a dog.

What bright future could he possibly have?

Besides, unlike Ning Qinghe, he had never received support from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

His father was not Ning Fengzhi. In his father's eyes, there was only the family and the clan. He himself came after all of that.

If their positions were switched, Ning Qinghe definitely would not be able to accomplish anything.

"Adjust your state. Don't let other people's words affect you."

Yu Yuanzhen had originally not wanted to say anything.

But when he sensed Yu Xiaogang's gaze toward the arena below, so filled with jealousy that he seemed ready to go mad—

He still spoke up to stop him.

At his age, he was not even as calm as a young man.

Yu Yuanzhen glanced at Tang San beside him.

Tang San came back to his senses and immediately spoke.

He showed concern for Yu Xiaogang.

"Teacher, let's wait for the result."

"If there really is a chance to evolve Martial Souls, your future will improve as well."

Under their persuasion, Yu Xiaogang did not feel any better. Instead, he felt even more uncomfortable.

One after another, they were all assuming he was useless.

Every single one of them looked down on him.

With a cold gaze, Yu Xiaogang could do nothing at this moment. He could not stop it, nor could he say anything.

He could only watch Ning Qinghe kill the Spirit-Nurturing Beast. Then, the Spirit-Nurturing Beast released a black Spirit Ring, accompanied by terrifying Soul Power and a chilling aura of resentment.

Even through the room, it made people feel uncomfortable.

And in this situation, Yu Xiaogang was actually hoping that Ning Qinghe's body would explode while absorbing the Spirit Ring, or that someone else would interrupt the absorption and kill him on the spot.

In the spectator stands—

Yu Xiaogang's hopes were beautiful, but reality was cruel.

The audience consisted of people from the major factions. No one was insane enough to obstruct him and risk becoming mortal enemies with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Besides, Chen Xin, the Titled Douluo standing nearby, was no pushover. Including the Titled Douluo present, there was probably no one capable of fighting him alone and snatching someone away from him.

If they could not get past him, there was no need to even mention anything else.

Even the people from Spirit Hall merely wanted to see how things developed afterward.

They were also extremely confident that if such an opportunity truly existed, Spirit Hall would certainly seize the lead.

They simply had not understood these matters before. Now that they had a direction for research, Spirit Hall would fear no one.