Xiao Wu Frozen! Yu Xiaogang in a Sorry State!

"You don't know a damn thing!"

Yu Xiaogang roared until his voice was hoarse.

This number was one of his proudest research achievements.

Precise down to the single digit.

It was filled with academic rigor and beauty.

Watching the frenzied Yu Xiaogang, Shui Bing'er shook her head.

The disdain in her eyes vanished, replaced by the pity one feels for a fool.

"Four hundred and twenty-three years..."

"Is this your truth?"

Shui Bing'er sighed.

"Arguing with a fool who stares at the sky from the bottom of a well was indeed my mistake."

"Fine."

"I will let you see just how ridiculous your so-called truth really is."

Before the words had even faded.

Soul power surged around Shui Bing'er.

There was no flashy opening stance.

Nine soul rings rose slowly from beneath her feet, pulsing with a suffocating radiance.

Yu Xiaogang looked over instinctively.

The next second.

His mouth, which had been roaring just a moment ago, hung wide open as if someone had shoved a brick into it, unable to make a single sound.

His eyeballs nearly popped out of their sockets, covered in bloodshot veins, filled with an incomprehensible horror.

He saw the first soul ring at Shui Bing'er's feet.

It was not white.

Nor was it the yellow he deemed most perfect in his theories.

Instead, it was a circle of deep, noble, and terrifyingly aura-radiating...

Purple!

A thousand-year soul ring!

Her first soul ring was a thousand-year one!

And judging by the depth of that purple, it was definitely more than a thousand years!

The purple halo flowed slowly through the air.

Yu Xiaogang stared fixedly at that circle of purple light beneath Shui Bing'er's feet.

"No... this is impossible..."

His mind went completely blank.

"Fake... it must be an illusion..."

Yu Xiaogang stumbled back a step, clutching his head with both hands, his fingernails digging deep into his scalp.

He refused to believe it.

If the first soul ring could be a thousand-year one, then what were his decades of research worth?

Was the "truth" he had insisted upon while enduring cold stares, being expelled by his clan, and being mocked by the world nothing more than a pile of waste paper?

Was the wisdom he prided himself on merely ignorant stubbornness?

A massive wave of self-doubt drowned him, making him forget even the groaning Ma Hongjun beside him.

"Ah... it hurts... Teacher... save me..."

Ma Hongjun clutched his crotch, rolling on the ground in agony, cold sweat mixing with dirt, making him look like a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered.

But Yu Xiaogang could not hear him.

He could only see that purple soul ring.

Shui Bing'er looked at the mentally collapsing middle-aged man before her, the disdain in her eyes deepening.

She had not intended to waste her breath.

But seeing him in this state, some rumors about this "Grandmaster" suddenly flashed through her mind.

"I remember now."

Shui Bing'er spoke suddenly, her cold voice like clashing ice, instantly piercing through Yu Xiaogang's obsession.

She extended a slender finger, pointing at Yu Xiaogang, a mocking curve touching the corner of her lips.

"So you are that 'Grandmaster' Yu Xiaogang, the one expelled from Martial Soul Hall, kicked out of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, and forced to run off to a backwater place like Nuoding City to swindle people?"

Yu Xiaogang jerked his head up.

His gaze was somewhat unfocused, yet upon hearing the word "swindler," he instinctively wanted to retort.

"I... I am not a swindler..."

"I am a master of theory... I am a pioneer in the spirit master world..."

Shui Bing'er ignored his defense, merely shaking her head in pity.

"The so-called Ten Core Competitiveness Theories."

"There are no trash martial souls, only trash spirit masters?"

"Spirit ring absorption limits?"

With every term Shui Bing'er spoke, Yu Xiaogang's body trembled.

"These things were never researched by you at all."

Shui Bing'er's tone was flat, yet every word struck at his heart:

"In the library of Martial Soul Hall, records regarding martial soul mutation and spirit ring limits have existed for hundreds of years."

"You merely exploited Bibi Dong's feelings for you to sneak a look at those ancient texts that only the Pope and elders are qualified to consult."

"Then, you took the conjectures and exceptional cases of those who came before you, took them out of context, and pieced them together into your own theories."

"What's more, you couldn't even plagiarize them correctly."

Shui Bing'er stepped forward, closing in on Yu Xiaogang.

"The ancient texts clearly record that those with powerful physiques can absorb spirit rings beyond their level."

"Yet, to cover up the inferiority complex caused by the flaws in your own martial soul, you forcibly fabricated a 423-year limit."

"You are not just trash."

"You are a thief who deceives the world, steals fame, and misleads students."

Pfft—

Yu Xiaogang felt a sharp pain in his chest, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out violently.

"Nonsense... you are spouting nonsense!"

Yu Xiaogang's mouth was stained with blood, his expression as hideous as a ghost:

"Where is the proof?!"

"What proof do you have that I plagiarized?!"

"Produce the evidence!"

He roared hysterically, like a gambler who had lost his mind.

As long as there was no evidence, he would never admit it.

As long as he refused to admit it, he would still be that respected Grandmaster.

Watching Yu Xiaogang still putting up a desperate struggle, the mockery in Shui Bing'er's eyes turned into complete indifference.

That look was as if she were staring at a pile of dog excrement on the side of the road.

Even a single extra glance felt dirty.

"Evidence?"

Shui Bing'er chuckled softly.

"Do you not have any idea what kind of person you are?"

"Do you still need me to provide you with evidence?"

"Truly... pathetic."

Having said that, she stopped paying attention to Yu Xiaogang and turned to look at the massive ice sculpture standing at the school gate.

The humiliation of being completely ignored was more painful than being killed.

Yu Xiaogang stood where he was, his entire body rigid, the expression on his face frozen in a comical state between crying and laughing.

"Te... Teacher..."

Just then, a greasy hand grabbed Yu Xiaogang's ankle.

Ma Hongjun's face was deathly pale, his lips purple.

The excruciating pain of being castrated had numbed him, but the instinct to survive kept him barely conscious.

He could see it now.

This Shui Bing'er was someone they absolutely could not afford to provoke.

If they didn't run now, they would really die here.

"Quick... run..."

Ma Hongjun used the last of his strength to give Yu Xiaogang's leg a violent yank, then scrambled away toward the distance.

Yu Xiaogang finally snapped back to his senses after being pulled.

He glanced at the terrifying ice sculpture, then at Shui Bing'er, who had her back turned to him.

Fear ultimately triumphed over dignity.

Gritting his teeth, he didn't even dare to help Ma Hongjun up; instead, like a stray dog, he turned and fled in a pathetic panic.

He didn't even care about the luxurious carriage anymore.

The two of them disappeared one after the other, stumbling toward the end of the street and leaving behind a trail of glaring bloodstains.

Shui Bing'er's gaze fell upon Xiao Wu, who was trapped within the ice sculpture.

That expression of terror and those eyes filled with despair were perfectly frozen in time.

"This thing is indeed a bit of an eyesore at the school gate."

Shui Bing'er frowned slightly.

The aura emanating from this rabbit made her feel somewhat strange.

"Forget it."

Shui Bing'er waved her hand, and several students from Skywater Academy immediately ran over.

"Carry this to the back mountain."

"Hand it over to Master Xue Di to deal with."