Douluo: So You're the Theory Master

He looked as though he had just been hauled out of water, and even the ground around him was a little wet.

Most notably, there were bloody tear stains on his face. His head had even been slightly swollen earlier, and his eyes had seemed to bulge outward.

Fortunately, everything was gradually recovering now.

At first, the tremendous Soul Power had washed through every muscle and meridian in his body.

It caused Ning Qinghe excruciating pain, but it also made his originally weak meridians increasingly unobstructed and resilient.

Before he could even control the Soul Power, an immense wave of spiritual power carrying sky-high resentment exploded directly within his sea of consciousness, nearly making him lose control of himself in an instant.

The spiritual power of a Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Beast was terrifying indeed.

For a time, he could distinctly feel the pain of both the Soul Power impact and the spiritual assault.

The Soul Power impact was like someone hammering his body with a massive sledgehammer, while the spiritual assault was like countless needlepoints stabbing into him without pause. That piercing pain was enough to make most people lose consciousness or even become idiots.

Especially that initial huge surge of spiritual power—it had nearly torn Ning Qinghe's sea of consciousness apart. Like a bandit forcing his way in, it left him wishing he were dead.

For one moment, he had even felt disconnected from his own body, able to resist the spiritual assault only through sheer willpower.

Fortunately, he had endured it in the end. Otherwise, death on the spot might have been his only outcome.

Now that he had withstood the spiritual attack, a vast amount of spiritual power followed in its wake.

It made Ning Qinghe's five senses sharper and his spiritual power more abundant, though the earlier struggle had left him somewhat drained.

With his now acute senses and spiritual power, he did not even need to open his eyes to perceive the outside world and the entire audience area.

His own condition was even clearer to him. He understood every aspect of his physical state.

It felt as though he had only just come to understand himself—only today did he truly know who he was.

He had no time to examine the situation outside.

Now that he had survived the impact brought by the Spirit Ring, all that remained was the immense spiritual power. Under his control, the Soul Power was absorbed and replenished him as his physical body, sea of consciousness, and Martial Soul underwent rapid changes.

Guided by the power within his body, his Martial Soul emerged alongside the black Spirit Ring that had entered his body. It revolved rapidly around him as it changed. This was no longer the crippled tower base he had awakened with.

The once damaged Martial Soul had become far more solid. Its former transparent, illusory quality had nearly vanished, though something still felt slightly off. This tower-type Martial Soul truly did not resemble the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.

His body needed no further mention. His meridians and sea of consciousness rapidly filled up, and even his previous injuries recovered quickly, leaving him with an indescribably refreshing sensation.

The more agony he had suffered before, the more exhilarating he felt now. It was a complete reversal from suppression to release.

Under this continuous cleansing, Ning Qinghe's Soul Power Level began rising rapidly.

The enormous Soul Power energy had completely overflowed, drifting around him. Level 21, level 22, level 23...

His Soul Power Level surged ahead like bamboo splitting before the wind, as though it meant to make up for all ten years of Ning Qinghe's cultivation at once.

But in the end, it stopped at Soul Power Level 27.

Around Ning Qinghe, the Martial Soul tower turned golden and emitted an unusual radiance. A yellow-black aura spread outward, carrying a feeling of heaviness and mystery.

Especially after Ning Qinghe recovered and opened his eyes, an aura of Xuanhuang Qi diffused around him.

The Martial Soul tower became even more spirited, vivid and lifelike, like a genuine treasure.

"Kid, did you absorb it successfully?"

Anyone with eyes could see that Ning Qinghe had truly succeeded.

Chen Xin was overjoyed and could not help asking, his tone unusually excited.

Just now, he had lost count of how many times he had wanted to interrupt the Spirit Ring absorption. Fortunately, he had ultimately chosen to trust him.

"Yes, I succeeded."

"My Martial Soul has changed as well."

"I made Grandpa Sword worry."

Hearing Chen Xin's words, Ning Qinghe smiled.

Ten years of accumulation had broken through his original Soul Power limitations today.

He forced himself upright, paying no attention to the filth covering his body. With a wave of his hand, he condensed his Martial Soul tower.

Two unusual Spirit Rings also circled him, one purple and one black, both dazzlingly bright.

With only two Spirit Rings and the strength of a level 27 Soul Grandmaster, he was putting on airs as though he were level 97.

"Everyone, I believe you can all see the outcome. I now officially announce that the experiment was a success!!!"

"Soul Masters have no limits. Whether it is a thousand-year or Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring, Soul Masters can absorb them according to their needs and personal limits, rather than according to so-called false theories that have never been verified."

"Do not let so-called theories bind you. The Extreme Research Institute exists to break the limits as ordinary people understand them, and for that purpose, we are seeking like-minded individuals across the world."

"The future is ever-changing, and the future lies in your own hands."

"I'm sorry, but I need to prepare and sort myself out first. Later, there will be reports on my test results and improvements, as well as a small discussion session where some questions can be answered. If you are interested, please wait a little while."

Ning Qinghe stood proudly, head held high as he looked toward the audience and announced the test results.

It was as if he were saying that a mere Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring was easily handled, while also sending out a signal to invite allies.

He had no intention of speaking with everyone while covered in grime. Once the word was out, people would come to him themselves; there was no need to make himself seem so cheap.

Besides, he did not want to leave everyone with such a "deep" impression.

The people around him were clearly astonished and amazed. When they saw the confident radiance around Ning Qinghe, they could not help feeling envy, jealousy, and resentment.

Who would not want someone like him, a descendant like him?

A twenty-year-old level 27 Soul Grandmaster was nothing remarkable, but one thousand-year Spirit Ring and one Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring were a different story.

Many had previously mocked Ning Fengzhi of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect for having a useless son with only half-level innate Soul Power.

Now, all they wanted to ask was where they could get a child like this. They wanted one too.

At this moment, Ning Qinghe had truly shocked the entire venue.

The audience erupted, and many people cried out in disbelief.

They could barely even process Ning Qinghe's words.

"A Soul Grandmaster absorbed a fifteen-thousand-year Spirit Ring and actually succeeded!!"

"Level 27 Soul Power—there's no mistake. He really is a Soul Grandmaster."

"A Soul Grandmaster absorbed a fifteen-thousand-year Spirit Ring like that."

"He rose seven levels in one go? Is that not outrageous?"

"Sect Master Ning, how can we join your Research Institute? I want someone to study there."

"Sect Master Ning, did your son mean that the Extreme Research Institute is recruiting?"

"Sect Master Ning, can we join?"

"Sect Master Ning, you..."

Some stared fixedly at the arena, trying to find some flaw, yet finding nothing. Their mouths hung open as they muttered that it was impossible.

This had completely shattered their worldview while also leaving them lost.

If Soul Masters in the future all had high-level Spirit Ring configurations, what would become of people like them, who had absorbed century-level Spirit Rings and might continue doing so even as Soul Elders and Soul Ancestors?

In the end, they could only hope that people like this were rare and that there were not enough Soul Beasts for everyone to absorb.

There definitely can't be that many.

Not everyone can have the ultimate configuration. This must be rare.

They tried to convince themselves.

Although they kept reassuring themselves, they could not stop their imaginations from running wild.

Others were more direct. Members of several of the other Seven Great Sects shamelessly called out to Ning Qinghe.

Even Yu Yuanzhen was no longer calm. He did not put on the airs of a titled Douluo, taking only a few steps to reach Ning Fengzhi before quietly probing him for information.

Beside him stood Yu Xiaogang, utterly dejected and completely devoid of spirit, like someone whose light had gone out.

At his age, he was being told that half-level innate Soul Power could break through level 29, and that a trash Martial Soul could be broken through and evolve.

How was he supposed to accept that? Why had he not learned these things when he was young!!!

And his theories, his theories...

Without realizing it, Yu Xiaogang stood there stupidly with bloodshot eyes, barely able to contain his emotions.

The commotion in the audience was impossible to miss.

On Spirit Hall's side.

"Old Ghost, there's no issue, right? He really is a Soul Grandmaster?"

"This guy really has extraordinary luck."

People had already begun gathering around Ning Fengzhi, making Spirit Hall's side seem rather empty.

Chrysanthemum Douluo looked at the person on the arena. He had already sensed that there was absolutely nothing wrong with him.