Is everyone's mental fortitude this poor?

"What Grandmaster... what foremost authority on theory..."

"So I've been a frog at the bottom of a well all along... taking fallacy for truth..."

His proudest research, before Su Yun, was riddled with holes. Su Yun crushed him on an entirely different dimension.

But what made Yu Xiaogang's soul tremble wasn't just Tang San's Martial Soul Evolution—it was that concept Su Yun had casually tossed out: Soul Spirit!

Not killing soul beasts... but signing a contract instead...

Preserving their intelligence... growing together... even letting soul beasts evolve through the soul master's body...

Yu Xiaogang stared fixedly at the sunflower on Tang San's shoulder, the one calmly nibbling sunflower seeds, his entire frame shaking violently—that was the fear and frenzy of witnessing history.

This was no secret technique... this was a revolution!

The current soul master world was still fighting tooth and nail over a single soul ring, still quibbling over age limits...

Yet His Excellency Su had already resolved the fundamental conflict between humans and soul beasts?

If this Soul Spirit system could be spread...

Yu Xiaogang sucked in a sharp breath, his scalp tingling.

It would completely end the tens of thousands of years of slaughter in the soul master world! It would usher in a brand-new era!

He lifted his head, looking at Su Yun, who was calmly eating sunflower seeds. The awe in his eyes was no longer that of someone gazing at a powerful expert, but like looking at a god from the future.

This theory...

Was at least ten thousand years ahead of the current Douluo Continent!!

Before his ideas, my Ten Core Competencies...

Aren't even fit for kindergarten!

Suddenly.

Yu Xiaogang grabbed at something like a lifeline, a unprecedented gleam bursting from his murky eyes.

Since Su Yun could solve the problem of Blue Silver Grass as a waste martial soul...

Did that mean...

His Luo Sanpao...

Could also be saved?!

Under everyone's stunned gazes.

That middle-aged man who had always held himself in high regard, who had clung to the dignity of Grandmaster even after being cast out by his clan, actually crawled on all fours to Su Yun.

Then—

Thud!

Yu Xiaogang knelt on both knees, heavily knocking his head to the ground!

"Grandmaster! What are you doing?!"

Tang San frowned, trying to shove him away.

"Don't touch me!"

Yu Xiaogang shoved Tang San aside...

Well, he couldn't budge him.

So he stayed in that half-shoving posture, lifting his head, face covered in dirt, eyes red-rimmed, voice trembling.

"Mr. Su... no, Master Su!"

"His Excellency Su!"

"Yu Xiaogang has been dull-witted half his life, a frog at the bottom of a well, nearly ruining a fine talent!"

"Seeing your methods today, I finally know the ocean of learning has no shore, and there is always a sky beyond the sky!"

Yu Xiaogang knocked his head heavily again, blood seeping from his forehead.

"I am no longer any Grandmaster. Before your knowledge, I am unworthy!"

"I beg you... take me as your disciple!"

"As long as I can learn this true truth of martial souls, even if it means fetching tea, carrying water, sweeping floors, or cooking meals, Yu Xiaogang will do it willingly!"

Silence.

A deathly silence.

Red Hair's group was too scared to even breathe.

Tang San stood frozen in place.

Su Yun looked at the kneeling Yu Xiaogang, scratching his head in some distress.

He had only meant to show off a little, but he'd overdone it, and now this theoretical master was practically signing a life contract.

"Taking disciples, huh..."

Su Yun sighed, stowing the rebar away, his tone carrying a hint of casual indifference.

"I do have a bit of a teacher's streak. Back in my hometown, we believe in teaching without discrimination."

"Whether you're a genius or a waste, as long as you have a heart that seeks the Way, I'm not opposed to offering some guidance."

Hearing this, Yu Xiaogang's eyes instantly blazed with ecstatic light, and he was about to kowtow in gratitude.

"However—"

Su Yun shifted his tone, adjusted his sunglasses, and said offhandedly.

"When I take disciples, I don't look at talent, but I do look at character."

"As long as you're not a great villain who commits crimes, as long as you're not someone who betrays your master or ancestors..."

Su Yun thought for a moment, then casually added another basic moral standard he felt was essential.

"Oh, right, one more thing."

"I don't take in people with chaotic private lives, unclear emotional entanglements, or those who engage in forbidden love affairs."

"After all, to cultivate oneself, regulate the family, govern the state, and pacify the world—if you can't even manage your own belt and feelings, how can you pursue knowledge?"

With that, Su Yun calmly pulled a handful of melon seeds from his pocket, ready to watch Yu Xiaogang express his gratitude.

Yet.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Yu Xiaogang, kneeling on the ground, did not kowtow.

Instead.

His body stiffened violently, as if struck by lightning.

Immediately after, cold sweat poured from his forehead and back like a waterfall, instantly soaking his clothes.

His pupils quaked, his face shifting from pale to deathly white, and finally to a liver-colored flush.

Chaotic private life...

Unclear emotional entanglements...

Forbidden love...

These three words mercilessly bombarded the most hidden and fearful ruins of Yu Xiaogang's heart!

Bibi Dong... the Pope of Martial Soul Hall... that was my first love... Liu Erlong... my cousin... that was my wife... abandoning the former... falling for my cousin... discovering it on the wedding day... fleeing and hiding...

Yu Xiaogang trembled violently, his head buried on the ground, not daring to lift it, his heart nearly leaping out of his throat.

He... he knows?!

Does His Excellency Su not only understand the truth of martial souls, but can also see through my past at a glance?!

Is he a god?!

He's hinting at me!

He's warning me!

A scumbag like me, who abandoned his wife and messed around in relationships, is utterly unworthy of entering his school!

"Grandmaster? What's wrong?"

Red Hair looked at Yu Xiaogang, drenched in cold sweat and shaking like a leaf, then listened to the conditions Su Yun had just laid out, his expression instantly turning strange.

"Chaotic private life... forbidden love..."

Red Hair's Group exchanged glances, their eyes filled with shocked disdain as if they were eating gossip, and then, without a word, they silently, uniformly...

Took three steps back, putting some distance from Yu Xiaogang.

Tang San watched the Grandmaster's reaction, and though he didn't understand, he instinctively shrank his neck.

What...

What heinous things did the Grandmaster do in the past?

Why did just two moral standards casually mentioned by Brother Su scare him this badly?

"Well... if there's no problem..."

Su Yun looked at the Grandmaster's reaction with some confusion, completely unaware that his casual words had precisely detonated the biggest scandal on this continent.

"N-no problem!"

Yu Xiaogang jerked his head up, his face covered in cold sweat, his voice trembling as if he were crying—the extreme terror of having his secrets exposed.

"I... I'll change... I will definitely change..."

"Please, Your Excellency... give me a chance to reform..."

Su Yun: "...?"

Change what?

I just casually said no messing around with men and women—why are you so worked up?

Are all cultured people these days this mentally fragile?

So you really are a scumbag, huh?