Since there are no useless soul masters, only useless soul masters, what about him with Soul Power at level twenty-nine?

This problem is not a secret, it can even be said to be a well-known joke about the mainland Soul Master World.

Although Bibi Dong didn't understand Ye Qing's intention in asking this, she couldn't think about it at the moment. She just wanted to give the answer as soon as possible and save the situation.

"Level 29." Bibi Dong answered directly without any hesitation.

"I remember that this so-called Grandmaster once said a famous saying that has been widely circulated..."

He looked into Bibi Dong's eyes and slowly repeated:

"It's called - Martial Soul with no waste, Soul Master with only waste. Is that right?"

Hearing this famous saying, the light in Bibi Dong's eyes became brighter. She nodded hard and said in a affirmative tone:

"Yes! This is the core theory of his lifelong research! It is also the truth of Soul Master World!"

Obviously, she firmly believes in this sentence and the theory of Yu Xiaogang, and is even proud of it.

Seeing Bibi Dong's confident and even proud expression, the smile on Ye Qing's face became more meaningful, with a touch of sarcasm.

"Then, here comes the problem."

Ye Qing put down his fingers, folded his hands on the stone table, leaned forward slightly, and asked in a tone as if he was simply discussing academic issues:

"If you are asked to accept a disciple now. This disciple's Martial Soul is recognized as Trash Martial Soul, which is also Blue Silver Grass. But he is very, very hard-working, has a tenacious mind, and is sincere in his pursuit of the truth."

He stared closely into Bibi Dong's eyes:

"Then, Saintess Hall, are you willing to accept him?"

"And, with your identity, resources and knowledge as Saint Spirit Hall, do you have the confidence to train him into... a truly strong man?"

"A being who can stand at the top of Soul Master World in the mainland, comparable to Titled Douluo, or even... stronger?"

"Boom--!"

This question, like a thunder, exploded in Bibi Dong's mind again!

Blue Silver Grass?

Trash Martial Soul in Trash Martial Soul!

Soul Master World It is recognized that it is almost impossible to cultivate Soul Power. Even if you can, you will never be able to achieve great success in your life like garbage Martial Soul!

Accept a Blue Silver Grass Soul Master as a disciple?

Do you want to train him to become a top powerhouse?

This... how is this possible?

Throughout the history of the Douluo Continent, is there any precedent for Blue Silver Grass Soul Master becoming a strong person?

No!

Not one!

Bibi Dong was completely stunned.

She opened her mouth and wanted to say yes, but her reason and common sense told her that this was simply a fantasy!

But if you say no...

Doesn't that directly deny Yu Xiaogang's sentence that there is no waste Martial Soul, and there is only waste Soul Master?

She was in a dilemma, her face was changing, and she didn't know how to answer.

Looking at Bibi Dong who was silent and looking ugly, Ye Qing didn't urge him, but just waited quietly.

After a while, Bibi Dong spoke with difficulty, his voice dry and hoarse. "Blue Silver Grass... is the recognized Trash Martial Soul. It is extremely difficult to practice, and becoming a strong person... is almost impossible."

She tried to defend herself and make up for Yu Xiaogang's theory. "Xiaogang's theory is an ideal state and encourages Soul Master not to give up on himself. But reality... always has limits."

"Oh? Ideal? Limit?" Ye Qing chuckled, noncommittal.

He did not continue to struggle with this issue, but asked a second and more pointed question:

"Since you have admitted it yourself, Yu Xiaogang said that there is no useless Martial Soul, only useless Soul Master. Moreover, his Soul Power Level is level twenty-nine and will be difficult to break through in his life."

Ye Qing's tone is still calm.

But every word is like a cold scalpel, accurately analyzing the blind spots and contradictions in Bibi Dong's heart that perhaps even she herself has not explored deeply:

"Then, here comes the second question..."

"Yu Xiaogang, born from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, is a direct descendant of one of Upper Three Sects. He has the best Beast Martial Soul Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon in the world. His Martial Soul, even if mutated, is at least stronger than Blue Silver Grass."

Ye Qing's eyes were as sharp as a knife, looking directly at Bibi Dong:

"Since there is no waste Martial Soul, there is only waste Soul Master..."

"So, as the young sect master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, with top-notch resources and background, why is it that Soul Power is always stuck at level twenty-nine, unable to make any progress for decades?"

"If this sentence is right and the truth, then shouldn't he himself be the best proof that he can break the deadlock of his own waste, break through the shackles, and become a powerful Soul Master?"

Ye Qing's voice suddenly rose, with a question that struck straight to the soul:

"So, Saintess Hall, please tell me--"

"Is this famous saying itself wrong? Is it just something he made up out of thin air to deceive the world and comfort himself?"

"Still..."

Ye Qing paused and spoke out the final multiple-choice question word for word clearly:

"Yu Xiaogang himself, in fact... is an out-and-out person who conforms to the definition of his own famous saying..."

"Waste, thing, soul, teacher?"

On the other side, inside the Clear Sky Sect, there is a cold and winding corridor.

Ah Yin silently followed behind Tang Hao, his footsteps light and almost silent.

The further she walked, the stronger the feeling that something was wrong in her heart.

This is not the road leading to Zongmen Qianshan Square.

Although she was imprisoned, she did not know anything about the general layout of the Clear Sky Sect.

The dungeon where she is imprisoned is located deep in the back mountain. If you want to go to the front mountain square, you should take another wider passage.

But at this moment, Tang Hao was taking her along an increasingly remote, narrow, and even somewhat deserted corridor.

It's dimly lit and inaccessible.

There is an old and dusty smell in the air. Different from the coldness of the previous dungeon, this place is more like...

A forgotten secret passage leading to an unknown exit.

Ah Yin's footsteps slowly stopped.

She raised her blue eyes like a lake, looked calmly at the back of Tang Hao in front of her, frowned slightly, and asked in a soft but clear voice:

"Tang Hao, where are you taking me?"

Her voice echoed in the empty corridor:

"This doesn't seem to be the way to the square outside."

She wasn't asking a question, she was making a statement.

There was a hint of caution in his tone.

Tang Hao in front, his back suddenly froze.

He also stopped, but did not look back immediately.

After a short silence, Tang Hao slowly turned around.

Under the dim light, his face looked gloomier and his eyes were bloodshot.

It was filled with madness, unwillingness, humiliation, and a desperate cruelty.

He stared at Ah Yin, his voice hoarse and rough:

"Why do you care so much? Just follow me!"

The impatience and anxiety in his tone almost overflowed.

Obviously, at this moment, Tang Hao is on the verge of emotional collapse. Any doubt or obstacle may trigger a strong rebound from him.

Ah Yin was not intimidated by his momentum.

She just shook her head slightly, with a calm look on her beautiful face, but an extremely firm tone:

"No. I won't follow you again until I figure out where you want to take me."

Although she was blocked by Soul Power, she was in a passive situation.

But as Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, she is proud and vigilant, so she will never let others control her when the situation is unclear.

Especially Tang Hao, who is in an obviously wrong state.

"You--!"

Tang Hao The last string of reason in his eyes seemed to be completely broken at this moment!

Seeing Ah Yin's calm but refusing to cooperate, I thought of the tragic situation in the sect outside, the eldest brother's broken arm, his father's serious injury, and the humiliation he was about to face...

An uncontrollable violence and madness instantly overwhelmed all his scruples!

"If you don't eat the toast, you'll be fined with alcohol!"

Tang Hao roared low, and the ferocious look in his eyes skyrocketed!

He stopped talking nonsense and rushed forward with extremely fast speed!

The right hand turned into a claw, and with a sharp sound of breaking wind, it went straight for Ah Yin's neck!

The action is ruthless and there is no mercy at all!

Although Ah Yin had already taken precautions, Soul Power was blocked and was weak in strength. How could he withstand Tang Hao, who was in full power and struck with anger?

She only had time to turn slightly sideways, trying to avoid the vital point, but Tang Hao's claws were already there!

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, Tang Hao's palm did not hit Ah Yin's neck. Instead, it turned into a claw and contained a powerful Soul Power blow, which was firmly imprinted on the back of Ah Yin's neck!

"Uh..."

Ah Yin groaned and felt a domineering force rush into her body, instantly cutting off her consciousness.

His vision went dark, and his delicate body fell backward softly.

Tang Hao, with quick eyes and quick hands, took a step forward, stretched out his hand to catch the unconscious Ah Yin, and carried it on his shoulders.

The movements were clean and neat, obviously premeditated.

He carried Ah Yin, took one last look at the looming darkness deep in the corridor, leading to an unknown direction, and then looked back at the way he came.

Struggle and pain flashed in his eyes, but in the end, they were replaced by an almost crazy determination.