Master's Public Execution

After Yu Xiaogang finished writing on the blackboard, everyone began to sneak glances at Lin Yi, who was sitting in the third row.

Sure enough.

That inner voice rang out once again.

This is the absolute basics, something even a three-year-old knows. Is it really necessary to highlight this as a key point?

But then again, you copied this classification system from a Martial Soul Hall research report, didn't you?

Yu Xiaogang turned around, intending to continue the lecture, but as he scanned the classroom, his brow furrowed involuntarily.

He felt that the atmosphere in the classroom today was particularly strange.

The teachers in the back row all wore expressions as if they were struggling to hold back laughter, while the students' eyes were bright, and they kept stealing glances at the newcomer, Lin Yi, in the third row.

Yet, when he looked over, Lin Yi was clearly just sitting there quietly, doing nothing at all.

Martial Soul Hall published "Detailed Description of Martial Soul Functional Classification" thirty years ago, which clearly laid out these six major categories.

And you, you just repackaged it as your own research findings. That is truly a masterful move.

A burst of stifled coughing erupted in the classroom.

Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath, struggling to maintain the dignity of a Grandmaster: "These six major classifications are core theories I have summarized after years of research. Among them, the most special are the Control-type Spirit Masters."

Here comes the bragging about Control-types. After all, since you are a Control-type yourself, who else would you brag about if not yourself?

But honestly, your failed mutation, Luo Sanpao, can't even beat a standard Power-attack type. How do you have the nerve to call it a top-tier control?

"Pfft!"

This time, a girl sitting in the front row couldn't hold it in.

Yu Xiaogang's face darkened: "This student, do you have a problem?"

"No, nothing!" The girl waved her hands frantically, "I just... I just suddenly thought of something funny."

After she spoke, she snuck a peek at Lin Yi, her eyes filled with gratitude, thanking this "Inner Voice Brother" for ensuring she wouldn't be bored enough to fall asleep today.

Yu Xiaogang snorted coldly and continued the lecture: "Control-type Spirit Masters play a vital role in a team. A good Control-type can dictate the flow of the entire battle..."

That part is true enough, but when you give examples, could you stop bringing up your own pathetic little stories?

Like how you once successfully controlled a century-old spirit beast with Luo Sanpao? Please, that beast was already injured to begin with, wasn't it?

In the back of the classroom, a teacher couldn't hold back any longer; he pulled out a notebook and began scribbling furiously.

This was all precious dirt!

He might be able to use this when interacting with other academies in the future.

Yu Xiaogang had no idea that his secrets were being broadcast live.

He became more and more engrossed in his lecture, his voice growing louder: "Therefore, I believe that in team composition, the Control-type Spirit Master should occupy the core position!"

Starting to push your own agenda again. Isn't it just because you want to prove that your Control-type is important?

But the reality is, a Power-attack type of the same level could beat the fart out of you—oh wait, Luo Sanpao's attack is just farting anyway.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough."

A violent fit of coughing suddenly erupted throughout the classroom.

Yu Xiaogang finally couldn't take it anymore.

He stopped his lecture and swept a stern gaze across the room: "What exactly is wrong with all of you today?"

However, everyone was just suppressing their laughter; no one answered.

Only Tang San looked at all of this with a bewildered expression.

He didn't understand why everyone was laughing when the teacher was lecturing perfectly well.

And where was the punchline?

"Student Tang San." Yu Xiaogang looked at his newly accepted disciple, "You tell me, what was the key point I just mentioned?"

Tang San stood up and answered earnestly: "The teacher just said that the Control-type Spirit Master occupies the core position in a team, which is absolutely correct. I believe an excellent Control-type can fully dominate the entire battle."

Good grief, are they starting to stroke each other's egos now?

And Tang San, you're a guy who uses hidden weapons, why are you pretending to be a Control-type Spirit Master? If your Blue Silver Grass didn't have the foundation of the Clear Sky Hammer supporting it, it would have been trash long ago.

Actually, that's not right either. Your Blue Silver Grass isn't simple either; it is the existence of the Blue Silver Emperor.

As soon as these words were spoken, the classroom fell silent for a moment, and everyone's face was filled with shock.

Clear Sky Hammer?

Blue Silver Emperor?

The teachers in the back row exchanged glances, their expressions turning grave.

Twin Martial Souls?

And it's the Clear Sky Hammer?!

If this were true, then Tang San's identity...

They dared not even imagine it; it was slightly beyond the scope of their comprehension.

Yu Xiaogang looked at the shocked expressions of his students, feeling slightly more comfortable in his heart.

Look at that, my theory has completely stunned them, hasn't it?

He nodded at Tang San with satisfaction, "That was very well spoken, sit down."

After Tang San sat down, he felt that the way the people around him were looking at him had become even stranger.

Those gazes were not just distant; they now held a certain sense of awe and wariness.

He couldn't help but look at Lin Yi again.

Lin Yi was looking down, taking notes, appearing as if he were listening intently to the lecture.

[Sigh, poor Grandmaster, you still don't know what kind of monster of a disciple you've taken in. When that man comes looking for you, your expression will surely be spectacular.]

[But you deserve it anyway. Who told you to target his Twin Martial Souls from the very beginning? You say there are no trash martial souls with your mouth, but in your heart, you're only thinking about how this martial soul has huge potential and is worth the investment.]

Yu Xiaogang was just about to move on to the next point when he suddenly noticed that the teachers in the back row were looking at him differently.

Why was there a hint of disdain in their eyes?

He frowned and continued, "Next, we will discuss the matching of Spirit Rings. I believe the limit for a Spirit Master's first Spirit Ring is four hundred and twenty-three years. This is a conclusion reached through rigorous calculation."

As his voice fell, Lin Yi's inner voice rang out again.

[Rigorous calculation? Do you mean the calculation based on a sample size of thirty Spirit Masters, twenty-eight of whom were noble children whose Spirit Rings were all prepared for them by their families?]

[Commoner Spirit Masters who actually dare to risk their lives hunting Spirit Beasts often absorb five-hundred-year Spirit Rings for their first one.]

[Your theory is only good for fooling children who haven't seen the world.]

A wave of whispering broke out in the classroom.

Many of the working students revealed expressions of sudden realization.

No wonder they had always felt something was wrong with Grandmaster's theory; so that was why.

Yu Xiaogang looked at the students whispering among themselves again, took a deep breath, and continued to maintain the dignity of a Grandmaster.

He deliberately lowered his voice to sound more profound, "The research on Spirit Ring age limits is one of the cores of my theoretical system."

As he spoke, he scanned the now-quiet students, nodded with satisfaction, and continued, "This relates to whether a Spirit Master's foundation is solid. If one pursues too high an age limit for the first Spirit Ring, it is very likely to cause the body to be unable to withstand it."

"Therefore, I suggest that the absorption limit for the first Spirit Ring should ideally be controlled under four hundred years. This is not only for safety but also for long-term considerations."

Everyone pricked up their ears, appearing extremely serious.

However, they were not doing so because of Yu Xiaogang's lecture, but because they were waiting for Lin Yi's inner commentary.