Don't Talk to Me About Divine Gifts-Your Martial Soul Violates the Law of Conservation of Energy!

"Poison?"

The warmth vanished from Ning Fengzhi's face, replaced by anger at an unforgivable insult. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda was the continent's foremost auxiliary Martial Soul and the foundation on which their sect had stood for a thousand years. It was the support countless Soul Masters dreamed of having. And now someone was calling it poison?

This was an insult! A trampling of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's thousand years of glory!

"Boss Qin, you can eat whatever you like, but you can't just say whatever you want!" Ning Fengzhi's voice turned cold.

Behind him, Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong each stepped forward. Two completely different, yet equally terrifying auras pressed toward Qin Feng like invisible mountains. The air in the workshop grew heavy, and even the roar of the machines seemed to sink lower.

"What? Did I hit a nerve? Are you angry because you're embarrassed?" Qin Feng ignored the two crushing auras completely. He didn't even bother telling Grey Wolf to activate the electromagnetic pulse.

He turned around, picked up a marker, and drew two simple tuning forks on the enormous metal board behind him.

"Sect Master Ning, did you go to elementary school? Did you learn about resonance?"

That question cut deeper than any taunt.

Ning Fengzhi's face turned from pale to livid.

Qin Feng ignored him and tapped one of the tuning forks with the marker. "When I strike this one, the untouched fork beside it will start vibrating too. That's resonance. That's exactly what your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda does."

"You release your Soul Power and create an energy field with a specific frequency. The Soul Power of other Soul Masters in the field gets 'carried along' by that field, forced to synchronize with you. Once the frequencies match, the energy stacks. It looks as though their strength and speed have increased."

Qin Feng's explanation was simple and blunt, but it struck at the heart of the matter.

"Utter nonsense!" Ning Fengzhi flatly denied it. "Our sect's support draws out a Soul Master's potential. How can you call that forcing them?"

"Draws out their potential?" Qin Feng scoffed and drew a crooked human figure on the metal board. "Every Soul Master has a different Martial Soul and different Soul Power attributes. Their own 'natural frequencies' vary enormously. Can your Glazed Tile Pagoda release dozens of different frequencies at once, precisely matching each person?"

Ning Fengzhi had no answer.

"You can't," Qin Feng answered for him. "You can only release one fixed frequency, the one with the broadest amplification effect. Then you forcibly drag everyone else's frequency into line with yours. It's like making a tenor singer scream heavy metal. They might manage a few louder notes in the short term, but what happens then?"

Qin Feng filled the little figure with cracks.

"Their vocal cords tear. The damage is permanent."

"Every time you provide support, you inflict microscopic tears on the recipient's Soul Power core and the foundation of their Martial Soul. Once or twice is nothing; ten or eight times can still heal. But what if a Soul Master lives their whole life under your 'amplification,' from Soul Scholar to Soul Saint?"

Qin Feng tossed the marker aside, turned around, and stared coldly at Ning Fengzhi.

"You drain their life, wear down their foundations, and cut off their future. Sect Master Ning, tell me: if that isn't poison, what is?"

Ning Fengzhi swayed.

He wanted to argue, but Qin Feng's reasoning formed a perfect loop. He couldn't find a single flaw.

"No... That can't be..." Ning Fengzhi murmured, as if trying to convince himself. "Our sect has stood for a thousand years. No one has ever had problems because of this..."

"Is that so?" Qin Feng snapped his fingers.

The screen of the Industrial Mother Machine behind him lit up, displaying a complex three-dimensional model of the human body's energy system.

"This is the 'Soul Power Loop Standard Model' I built from dozens of Soul Master samples," Qin Feng said calmly. "Now let's add the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda's amplification data."

On the screen, the light representing the amplification flared, and the energy flow in the model immediately sped up by thirty percent.

But at the same time, glaring red warning lights flashed wildly at the energy core and several crucial meridian nodes.

A stream of cold data raced down one side of the screen.

[Warning: Soul Power core overload detected. Stability decreased by 0.012%]

[Warning: Microscopic tears in meridian walls. Estimated recovery time: 72 hours]

[Simulation: Under combat conditions of equal intensity, after receiving amplification 1,000 times, probability of breaking through a bottleneck decreases by 17%]

[Final projection: Target sample's potential ceiling permanently locked. Probability of advancing to Titled Douluo approaches zero.]

The probability of advancing to Titled Douluo approached zero!

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo turned deathly pale.

They were the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's guardians, and the greatest beneficiaries of Ning Fengzhi's support. How many years had the two of them been stuck at the bottleneck above level ninety? Ten? Twenty?

They had always thought their talent had reached its limit, that they'd hit a wall in their cultivation.

But what if...

What if Qin Feng was telling the truth?

"No! You made all of this up! Your machine is just spitting out nonsense!" Ning Rongrong screamed. She couldn't accept it. If this was true, then her father, herself, the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—wouldn't they all be executioners who had crushed countless talents?

"Made it up?" Qin Feng couldn't even be bothered to look at her. He kept his eyes on Ning Fengzhi's ashen face.

"Sect Master Ning, I'll give you a way to verify it."

"Go back and check your sect's records. How many people received your support for a long time and eventually became Titled Douluo? And how many wild talents who didn't receive your support, or rarely did, ultimately reached the peak?"

"Then check whether most of the Soul Douluo in your sect's service stopped making progress somewhere between level eighty-five and eighty-nine."

Every word Qin Feng said was like a knife, striking exactly where Ning Fengzhi was most vulnerable.

He didn't need to check.

He knew those records better than anyone.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had wealth beyond measure and had recruited countless talents, yet over the centuries, only a handful had truly become top experts. Most stalled at the Soul Douluo level and eventually grew old, still unsatisfied.

The sect had always blamed it on luck and the times.

But today, a young man had given him an answer with a screen and a few lines of data—an answer that was unbearably cruel, yet possibly true.

Ning Fengzhi swayed violently and grabbed the nearby control console, barely managing to stay upright. His eyes held no anger now, only boundless confusion and fear.

If this was true, then the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's greatest glory was also its greatest sin.

"It's over..." Ning Fengzhi sank to the floor, bereft.

Seeing his entire worldview shattered, Qin Feng knew the timing was right.

He switched off the screen, and the workshop was once again filled with the cold roar of machinery.

He walked over to Ning Fengzhi and crouched down. His voice was no longer cold; instead, it carried a devilish temptation.

"Finding the problem is only the first step in science."

"The second is solving it."

Qin Feng lowered his voice. Only Ning Fengzhi could hear him.

"Sect Master Ning, your resonance is poison because it's too crude. It has only one frequency."

"But what if..."

"What if I could give you a 'Universal Frequency Converter'?"

"A device that could scan a target Soul Master's energy frequency in real time, then produce a perfectly matched resonance wave, amplifying them without causing any damage?"

Ning Fengzhi jerked his head up. A faint spark rekindled in his dazed eyes.

Qin Feng smiled.

He leaned close to Ning Fengzhi's ear and delivered the final straw that broke the camel's back.

"I can even help you break the curse in your bloodline, and turn your Glazed Tile Pagoda, which can only hold seven Soul Rings..."

"Into the legendary..."

"Nine-Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda."