Your Theory Proves That You Are Trash

After the initial shock of hearing Lin Qingmo say that he was a member of the Soul Ancestor, Yu Xiaogang regained his composure.

He doesn't believe it!

Lin Qingmo is definitely lying.

But he really couldn't understand it.

Why do all the people around me have such strange expressions?

Dean Flender's eyes darted around, his lips twitched, and he looked like he wanted to speak but was holding back.

Even his most prized disciple Tang San, pursed his lips tightly, his face alternating between pale and flushed.

"What exactly is going on with you guys?"

Yu Xiaogang's voice deepened, carrying his usual air of theoretical authority.

"How could Lin Qingmo, with his innate level 4 Soul Power and Trash Martial Soul Blue Silver Grass, possibly become Soul Ancestor?"

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing exchanged a glance, their eyes clearly saying, "This is going to be interesting."

Finally, Flender reluctantly spoke up.

"Xiao Gang..."

He rubbed his hands together, his smile more like a grimace.

"That... Qingmo, he really is already Soul Ancestor."

"..."

Yu Xiaogang paused for two seconds, then burst out laughing.

"Flender, that's a really low-class joke."

"His enrollment records clearly state that he has level four Innate Soul Power and his Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass. It's only been a few years! I think it's a miracle he even broke through to the Soul Grandmaster, let alone the Soul Ancestor?"

His laughter sounded particularly jarring in the quiet playground.

No one laughed along.

Not a single one.

Gradually, Yu Xiaogang's laughter became stuck in his throat.

He looked around.

His gaze shifted from Flender's embarrassed face to Ma Hongjun's face, which was flushed from trying not to laugh, and then to the various expressions on the other people's faces.

Finally, he looked at Tang San.

"The Xiao San..."

Yu Xiaogang's voice trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly.

"You tell me, what exactly happened?"

"..."

Tang San opened his mouth.

His throat bobbed a few times, but no sound came out.

Those usually gloomy eyes were now churning with something extremely complex.

Jealousy that even he himself was unwilling to admit.

"Teacher..."

Tang San's voice was dry, like sandpaper being rubbed.

"Lin Qingmo... he is indeed Level 45 Soul Ancestor."

Snap!

Yu Xiaogang dropped his notebook to the ground.

"Impossible!"

His voice suddenly rose, carrying the instinctive stress response of someone whose theory is being challenged.

"Absolutely impossible! Blue Silver Grass is a standard Trash Martial Soul; a level four Innate Soul Power means that one's cultivation speed is countless times slower than that of an ordinary person!"

"Based on my Ten Core Competitiveness Theories, his limit is already breaking through level 20 before the age of 20!"

"Theory, theory, all you know is theory!"

A crisp, angry voice rang out.

Xiao Wu jumped up from her seat, her ponytail swinging in the air in an arc.

She stood with her hands on her hips, her eyes wide open, looking just like a rabbit that had been provoked—although this rabbit could now kick a cow over with one kick.

"Yu Xiaogang, if you had eyes, you should have gouged them out and thrown them away like trash long ago!"

Xiao Wu's words came out like a machine gun.

"If A-Qing is useless, then what is your precious disciple Tang San? A rare piece of junk in a recycling center?"

"Xiao Wu!"

Tang San gave a low shout.

Did I say something wrong?

Xiao Wu turned her head, her voice full of disdain.

"Tang San, you know in your heart whether A-Qing's Blue Silver Grass and your Blue Silver Grass are the same thing."

"Alright, Xiao Wu."

Lin Qingmo's calm voice rang out, and Xiao Wu immediately stopped attacking.

"Yu Xiaogang".

Lin Qingmo spoke.

His voice was steady, even with a hint of polite laughter.

But the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"I remember you wrote this sentence in your <Ten Core Competitiveness Theories of Spirit Masters>."

Lin Qingmo paused, then repeated, word by word, "'There are no useless Martial Soul, only useless Soul Master.' Right?"

Yu Xiaogang nodded stiffly.

"That's right, this is one of the core conclusions I've reached after years of research."

"While the innate qualities of Martial Soul are important, the hard work and wisdom of Soul Master are the key factors that determine their potential."

"Well said."

Lin Qingmo smiled.

That smile suddenly became extremely jarring.

The next moment.

boom--

A massive surge of Soul Power erupted without warning.

Yu Xiaogang, standing at the center of the storm, was completely stunned.

His eyes were fixed on Lin Qingmo's feet.

One, two, three, four.

The Spirit Ring rose one by one.

A purple light shone first, carrying the oppressive feeling unique to Thousand-Year Spirit Ring.

Not just one, but three consecutive streaks of purple light!

The three Thousand-Year Spirit Ring resembled three layers of purple tides.

But that's not all.

The moment the fourth Spirit Ring rose, Yu Xiaogang's breathing stopped completely.

Black!

A deep, dark black that seems to absorb even light!

Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring!

"Purple, purple, purple, black..."

Seeing Flender mutter to himself for the first time, he didn't even notice his glasses had slipped down to the tip of his nose.

Tang San's face turned deathly pale when he saw this scene again.

As someone who also possessed the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, he understood better than anyone else what this meant.

His First Spirit Ring was a 400-year-old Datura Snake, and his Second Spirit Ring was a 600-year-old Ghost Vine.

This is already the ultimate configuration calculated by Grandmaster.

And Lin Qingmo...

The First Spirit Ring is a thousand years old!

This violates all known common sense about Soul Master!

No, this is utterly blatant disregard for the common sense of the Soul Master World, and even trampled on it twice!

"Now."

Lin Qingmo's voice brought everyone back to their senses.

"Yu Xiaogang, do you still think I'm a piece of trash?"

"You... I..."

Yu Xiaogang's lips trembled.

He wanted to speak, but no sound came out.

He tried to look away, but was drawn to the four illogical Spirit Ring as if by a magnet.

His mind was racing, trying to explain what was happening before him with all his theories.

But every explanatory model collapses the moment it is built.

"Impossible... this is impossible..."

He muttered to himself, his eyes unfocused.

"Soul Master's body has its limits; the age of their First Spirit Ring must never exceed 430 years... This is an ironclad rule... My theory cannot be wrong..."

Your theory is correct.

Lin Qingmo nodded meaningfully.

Yu Xiaogang suddenly looked up.

"Just like your saying goes—there are no useless Martial Soul, only useless Soul Master."

"See, aren't we the perfect examples of that?"

He took a step forward.

His Spirit Ring floated with his movements, the ancient black ring radiating a chilling aura.

"It turns out that I am not a useless Soul Master."

Another step.

"And you, you've been stuck at level 29 for most of your life, and still haven't been able to break through to Level 30."

Lin Qingmo stopped in front of Yu Xiaogang and bowed slightly.

The two faces were very close, so close that Yu Xiaogang could see the undisguised mockery in the boy's eyes.

"According to your own theory—you really are a useless Soul Master, right?"

"!!!"