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

"Poison?"

The gentle expression on Ning Fengzhi's face vanished instantly, replaced by an indignation as if his deepest taboo had been touched. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, the number one support-type martial soul on the continent, was the foundation upon which their sect stood unshakable, a boost that countless soul masters dreamed of. And now, it was being called poison?

This was an insult! A trampling of the thousand-year glory of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!

"Boss Qin, you can eat whatever you want, but you cannot speak whatever you want!" Ning Fengzhi's voice turned cold.

Behind him, Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong took a step forward in unison. Two distinct yet equally terrifying auras, like two invisible mountains, bore down upon Qin Feng. The air in the entire workshop grew heavy, and even the roar of the machinery seemed to dim.

"What? Did I hit a nerve, and now you're angry from embarrassment?" Qin Feng completely ignored the two auras; he couldn't even be bothered to have Grey Wolf activate the electromagnetic pulse.

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

"Sect Master Ning, did you ever attend primary school? Have you ever studied resonance?"

This question was more lethal than any mockery.

Ning Fengzhi's face turned from blue to white.

Qin Feng ignored him and tapped one of the tuning forks with his pen. "I strike this one, and the one next to it, which hasn't been touched, will start to vibrate as well. This is resonance. Your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda does exactly this kind of work."

"You release your soul power to form a specific energy frequency field. The soul power of other soul masters within this field is 'dragged along' by your field, forced to synchronize with you. When the frequencies match and the energy overlaps, it looks like their strength and speed have increased."

Qin Feng's explanation was simple and brutal, yet it struck straight at the core.

"Nonsense!" Ning Fengzhi denied it flatly. "My sect's support is meant to stimulate a soul master's potential; how can you call it forced?"

"Stimulate potential?" Qin Feng sneered and drew a crooked stick figure on the metal plate. "Every soul master has a different martial soul and different soul power attributes; their own 'natural frequencies' are vastly different. Can your Glazed Tile Pagoda release dozens of different frequencies simultaneously to precisely match every single person?"

Ning Fengzhi was speechless.

"You can't." Qin Feng answered for him. "You can only release one fixed frequency that provides the most generalized boost. Then, you forcibly pull everyone's frequency to your line. It's like forcing a tenor to scream heavy metal. You can hit a higher decibel for a short time, but what's the result?"

Qin Feng used the marker to cover the little figure in cracks.

"Vocal cord rupture, permanent damage."

"Every time you provide support, you are causing imperceptible tearing to the soul power core and the martial soul foundation of the person you are assisting. Once or twice doesn't matter, and ten or eight times can be recovered. But what if a soul master lives their entire life, from soul master to soul saint, under your 'boost'?"

Qin Feng threw the pen aside, turned around, and stared coldly at Ning Fengzhi.

"Overdrawing life, wearing down foundations, cutting off the path ahead. Sect Master Ning, tell me, if this isn't poison, what is it?"

Ning Fengzhi's body swayed.

He wanted to refute, but he found that Qin Feng's logic formed a perfect closed loop. He couldn't find a single flaw.

"No... that can't be..." Ning Fengzhi muttered to himself, as if trying to convince himself. "My sect has stood for a thousand years, and no one has ever had such problems..."

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

The screen of the Industrial Mother Machine behind him lit up, and a complex 3D human energy model appeared on the display.

"This is the 'Soul Power Loop Standard Model' I built based on dozens of soul master samples," Qin Feng said indifferently. "Now, let's add the boost data of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda."

On the screen, the light representing the boost lit up, and the energy flow rate in the model accelerated by thirty percent instantly.

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

On the side of the screen, a line of cold data scrolled by rapidly.

[Warning: Soul power core overload detected, stability decreased by 0.012%]

[Warning: Micro-tears appearing in meridian walls, estimated recovery time 72 hours]

[Simulation: Under combat of equal intensity, after receiving the boost one thousand times, the probability of breaking through the soul power level bottleneck decreases by 17%]

[Final Deduction: Target sample's potential ceiling is permanently locked; probability of advancing to Title Douluo approaches zero.]

The probability of advancing to Title Douluo, approaching zero!

The faces of Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo turned deathly pale.

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

They had always thought their talent had reached its limit and that they had encountered obstacles in their cultivation.

But if...

What if what Qin Feng said was true?

"No! This is all forged by you! It's just your machine calculating nonsense!" Ning Rongrong screamed; she couldn't accept this fact. If this were true, wouldn't her father, herself, and the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect be executioners who strangled geniuses?

"Forged?" Qin Feng couldn't even be bothered to look at her, staring only at the ashen-faced Ning Fengzhi.

"Sect Master Ning, I'll provide you with a way to verify this."

"Go back and check your sect's history. Of all the people who have long-term received your support and eventually broke through to Title Douluo, how many are there? And how many wild geniuses who didn't receive your support, or rarely received it, eventually reached the peak?"

"Check again to see if most of the Soul Douluos supported by your sect are stuck between level eighty-five and eighty-nine, unable to move an inch further?"

Every word from Qin Feng was like a knife, precisely stabbing into Ning Fengzhi's most vulnerable spot.

He didn't need to check.

He knew those statistics better than anyone.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had immense wealth and had recruited countless geniuses, but over the thousands of years, very few had truly grown into top-tier powerhouses. Most remained stagnant at the Soul Douluo level, eventually growing old in resentment.

The sect had always attributed this to luck and the tides of time.

But today, a youth, using a screen and a few lines of data, had given him an answer that was unimaginably cruel, yet potentially the absolute truth.

Ning Fengzhi's body swayed violently, and he only managed to steady himself by gripping the console beside him. In his eyes, the anger had vanished, replaced only by endless bewilderment and fear.

If this were true, then the greatest glory of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was its greatest original sin.

"It's over..." Ning Fengzhi collapsed to the floor, utterly devastated.

Watching him in his state of shattered worldview, Qin Feng knew the time was ripe.

He turned off the screen, and the workshop returned to its cold, mechanical roar.

He walked over to Ning Fengzhi, crouched down, and his voice was no longer cold, but carried a demonic sense of temptation.

"Identifying the problem is only the first step of science."

"And the second step is solving it."

Qin Feng's voice dropped very low, audible only to Ning Fengzhi.

"Sect Master Ning, the reason your resonance is a poison is because it is too crude, possessing only a single frequency."

"But what if..."

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

"A device that can scan a target soul master's energy frequency in real-time and then output a perfect resonant wave to achieve lossless amplification?"

Ning Fengzhi jerked his head up, a flicker of light reigniting in his vacant eyes.

Qin Feng smiled.

He leaned into Ning Fengzhi's ear and whispered the final straw that would break the camel's back.

"Furthermore, I can even help you break the curse of your bloodline, allowing your Glazed Tile Pagoda, which can only attach seven soul rings..."

"To evolve into the legendary..."

"Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda."