A Fondness for Teaching

"Damn it! What kind of nonsense is this! I was just wondering why the teachers never mentioned this so-called Yu Xiaogang when I was at the Soul Master Academy. Turns out he's just picking up common knowledge to grandstand!"

"Good grief! This is absolutely incredible! How can someone be this thick-skinned? How does he even have the face to do something like this?"

Hearing the chattering discussions all around him, the middle-aged man was also a bit dazed. Clearly, he had realized that something was wrong. He opened his mouth, wanting to refute Su Yun, but he didn't know where to start, and he was anxious to the point of desperation.

Su Yun, however, felt that wasn't enough. He cast a casual, subtle glance at Tang San before asking, "Oh, right! I remember that 'Grandmaster' also has another theory."

"It seems to be: 'There are no trash Martial Souls, only trash Soul Masters!'"

Su Yun feigned confusion.

"Then I'd like to ask, what is his Soul Power Level?"

At this point, Su Yun struck his palm with his right fist, putting on an expression of sudden realization.

"As a 'Grandmaster' of theory, he must have planned his own Martial Soul very well, right?"

If the previous remarks were just an appetizer, this sentence was the finishing blow.

The middle-aged man's face turned pale instantly.

If it were someone else who didn't know the man, they might truly not know what level Yu Xiaogang was at, but as a fan of the Grandmaster who had even met his idol, the middle-aged man naturally knew.

The middle-aged man wanted to retort, but he opened his mouth and ultimately couldn't get the words out.

Watching the middle-aged man's reaction, everyone present could see what was going on: this guy named Yu Xiaogang had nothing to show for himself, whether it was his Soul Power Level or his Martial Soul.

Otherwise, given how much this guy in front of them worshipped that Yu Xiaogang, he would have snapped back long ago.

Seeing the bald man unwilling to speak, Su Yun narrowed his eyes, revealing the look of a little fox.

"You don't want to say it?"

"Then I'll say it for you."

"The 'Grandmaster' you revere is nothing more than a Soul Grand Master with a Soul Power Level of 29, who can never reach level 30!"

"Whoa..."

Su Yun's words caused an uproar, and a flash of disdain crossed Tang San's eyes.

One had to know that not just anyone dared to call themselves a Grandmaster; a so-called Grandmaster was supposed to be a leader in their field, a renowned figure. To be told that he was merely a Soul Grand Master who wasn't even a Soul Elder was truly laughable.

"Good grief, I knew it. If this Grandmaster were really that famous, why hadn't I heard of him? Turns out he's just a Soul Grand Master, heh..."

"Unbelievable! Not even a Soul Elder, where does he get the nerve?"

"It's hilarious, the so-called Ten Core Competencies of Soul Masters, just this?"

"He's already in his forties, nearly fifty, yet he comes up with such utter nonsense that collapses at the slightest scrutiny."

"If someone like this can be a Grandmaster, then so can I! Listen! I'll propose a theory too!"

"A Soul Master cannot advance to the next stage without obtaining a Soul Ring! How about that? My theory is pretty good, right?"

"My god! Thank you so much! If you hadn't said it, I never would have figured it out!!"

"Exactly! I just learned that a Soul Master can't become a Soul Grand Master without obtaining a second Soul Ring!"

"I can do it too! If you awaken a plant-type Martial Soul, then in an embodied state, you are definitely not a beast-type Martial Soul!"

Hearing the mockery from the crowd, the middle-aged man was frantic. He wanted to argue, but he still had no way to start. His face had swollen to a purplish hue, and he could only look on helplessly as they ridiculed his idol.

After a long while, the middle-aged man seemed to give up. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his emotions, and then stared fixedly at Su Yun.

"I admit I cannot refute you."

"But that is only because my own studies are not deep enough!"

"If it were the Grandmaster, he would certainly convince you."

"Just you wait! I will memorize these questions, and when I return, I will ask the Grandmaster. Then, I will personally come back to give you the answer."

Having said that, the middle-aged man closed his eyes and stopped speaking.

Su Yun, having heard this, wore a strange expression.

This guy knows Yu Xiaogang? And he plans to go back and ask him these questions?

Oh my goodness!

By then, won't a fan turn into a hater in seconds?

Thinking of Yu Xiaogang's zombie face turning bright red, looking like King Jiji, Su Yun felt the image was too beautiful; the corners of his mouth were harder to suppress than an AK.

Shaking his head to cast these thoughts aside, Su Yun turned his gaze toward the young man from before.

"So, do you want to listen?"

Hearing Su Yun's words, the young man felt tempted.

Because he had arrived late, he hadn't seen Su Yun's previous demonstration.

But by now, he could also see that the little girl in front of him was extraordinary. Even though she was young, she was far stronger than him, a mere dabbler. Without hesitation, he nodded.

"Then thank you, Miss Su."

After speaking, the youth made a gesture of listening attentively.

Not just him, but all eyes present were now focused on Su Yun.

Even the middle-aged man, who had been greatly disheartened, perked up his ears, ready to hear what advice Su Yun would offer.

Being watched by so many people, Su Yun didn't falter. She opened her mouth and began her "Little Su's Lecture."

"So-called Martial Soul planning is actually the development of a Martial Soul. What you want your Martial Soul to eventually become, how you want to fight, and then through the addition of suitable Spirit Rings, you achieve it step by step."

Su Yun felt that Martial Souls had something in common with the Devil Fruits of the pirates next door: they could be developed into very powerful abilities, even if they seemed useless at first, by relying on wild imagination.

And it was true, Yu Xiaogang was right about one thing.

There were no useless Martial Souls, only useless Spirit Masters.

Three-Eyed Monster, a detached Martial Soul that could be trained like a Pokémon, was actually raised to only be able to fart. It was truly astonishing.

Thinking of this, Su Yun couldn't help but shake her head and look back at the youth.

"So, what system do you want to choose? What fighting style?"

"System? Fighting style?"

The youth was taken aback, somewhat confused.

"My Martial Soul is a thin rope? Isn't that just control? For fighting, I just need to tie up others."

Hearing this, Su Yun raised her right hand and gently shook her index finger.

"No, no, no...

That's too vague!

You need to think of a system! A fighting style!"

"???????"

Let alone the youth, many Spirit Masters present were bewildered. Only a few Spirit Elders and above showed expressions of partial understanding.

The flaws in the world's education became apparent at this moment.

Education?

What did the Spirit Masters here know about education? Besides teaching some common knowledge, they usually just let their students cultivate in silence. Academies at most provided a place to speed up cultivation.

Otherwise, how could the Master's running exercise method have astonished everyone?

Top powers did have their own inheritances and knew how to match Spirit Rings, possessing half a system.

For example, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the Dai Family, and the Zhu Family all had the same first few Spirit Rings.

However, in Su Yun's opinion, they were still matched disastrously.