Yu Xiaogang Collapses, Lin Yuan Breaks His Limit! Thousand-Year Spirit Ring!

Yu Xiaogang took several deep breaths in succession, forcibly suppressing the rage churning within his chest.

Looking at these two six-year-old children who didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth, he felt he could still regain control of the situation.

As long as he brought out that infallible theory of his, these two brats would surely be rendered speechless.

He immediately clasped his hands behind his back, lifted his chin, and once again assumed the profound, lofty posture of the world's number one master.

"Ignorant children, I am magnanimous and shall not hold this against you."

Yu Xiaogang cleared his throat and began his high-minded discourse.

"The Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul theory I once published is the recognized gold standard of the spirit master world. The very first point clearly defines the optimal ratio for martial souls."

He extended a finger and tapped it forcefully in mid-air.

"The limit for the first spirit ring is, at most, four hundred and twenty-three years!"

"Once this limit is exceeded, even by a single year, a spirit master's body will absolutely be unable to withstand the violent energy impact brought by the spirit ring. The inevitable result is shattered meridians and death by explosion. This is an ironclad law that cannot be shaken!"

Hearing these confident assertions, Lin Yuan immediately scoffed aloud.

He retorted without a hint of politeness.

"An ironclad law?"

"There are countless spirit masters in this world, and after so many years of inheritance, is there really not a single person who has broken this so-called rule of yours?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Dugu Bo and Dugu Yan both turned their heads, their gazes falling squarely upon Lin Yuan.

Dugu Bo frowned slightly; in his heart, he actually agreed with Yu Xiaogang's limit.

In the spirit master world, obtaining a first spirit ring is already extremely difficult.

Others would think that without the protection of elders or experts, it would be difficult for a six-year-old child to absorb even a hundred-year spirit ring.

Although this kid had a thorough understanding of poison attributes, claiming to break the four-hundred-and-twenty-three-year limit was, to some extent, being ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth.

Yu Xiaogang keenly captured the change in Dugu Bo's expression and immediately felt he had regained his footing, his face full of absolute confidence.

"Absolutely impossible!"

He waved his hand, asserting with finality.

"This is the truth I derived from studying the data of countless spirit masters. No matter who it is, no matter how high their talent, as long as the first spirit ring exceeds this limit, the only outcome is death. You six-year-old brat, what do you know about limits?"

Lin Yuan couldn't even be bothered to look at him directly; he turned his head to glance at Hu Liena beside him.

"Nana, let him open his eyes and show him your first spirit ring."

Hu Liena had long been sick and tired of this uncle who only knew how to run his mouth.

Hearing Lin Yuan's instruction, the little girl nodded excitedly.

"You got it!"

She stepped forward, clasped her hands in front of her chest, and the surging spirit power that had just stabilized within her body was released instantly without reservation.

Accompanied by a crisp, ethereal fox cry, the phantom of a proud Nine-tailed Fox emerged behind Hu Liena.

Immediately following, under the gaze of everyone's trembling eyes, a spirit ring flickering with deep purple light rose slowly from beneath her feet.

That rich purple radiance instantly illuminated the surrounding bushes.

Powerful thousand-year spirit power fluctuations rippled outward like water waves, carrying a heart-palpitating sense of oppression.

The entire scene fell into a deathly silence.

Dugu Yan widened her eyes, extending a fair, tender finger to point tremblingly at the dazzling spirit ring beneath Hu Liena's feet.

"Pur... purple?"

"How is this possible! Your first spirit ring is actually a thousand-year one!"

Hu Liena held her little chin high, like a proud little swan.

"Of course, this was just hunted for me by Boss, a Prime Nine-tailed Fox Spirit Ring of fourteen-hundred years!"

She made no effort to hide her worship of Lin Yuan, her voice crisp and loud.

"What four-hundred-and-twenty-three-year limit? In front of my Boss, it's not worth a fart!"

She even deliberately swayed the purple halo beneath her feet in front of Yu Xiaogang, and seeing his complexion, which looked worse than if he had swallowed a dead fly, she felt incredibly satisfied.

Yu Xiaogang's originally high-held head instantly stiffened in mid-air.

His face, usually set in a stern expression, had now turned a shade of iron-blue.

His eyes were fixed firmly on that purple spirit ring, his eyeballs nearly popping out of their sockets.

"No!!"

"This is impossible!"

Yu Xiaogang stumbled back two steps.

"This is absolutely impossible! This doesn't conform to common sense at all!"

The theory that Yu Xiaogang had studied for half his life, the supreme iron law he regarded as his greatest pride, was at this moment being pulverized into dust before his very eyes by a six-year-old girl.

He would not accept it.

He could not accept this absurd reality, even in death.

"Fake! This must be fake!"

"This is definitely a display error in the Spirit Ring color! Or... or perhaps that Nine-tailed Fox spirit beast mutated, causing its age to be severely overestimated! It actually hasn't reached the thousand-year level at all!"

"Yes, that must be it! My theory is perfect; I have calculated it hundreds, thousands of times. My theory absolutely cannot be wrong!"

Lin Yuan watched Yu Xiaogang descend into madness, his eyes calm without a single ripple.

He walked slowly out from beside the bushes, his hands still casually tucked into his pockets, his tone extremely indifferent.

"Stop indulging in your own delusions."

"Your so-called Ten Core Competencies theory is nothing more than a whimsical joke."

Lin Yuan stopped in his tracks, his gaze fixed directly on Yu Xiaogang's twisted face.

"Under the banner of research, you are merely collecting second-hand information that Martial Soul Hall or the major sects have discarded."

"Then, you take those incomplete scraps, piece them together, and fabricate this pile of seemingly self-consistent nonsense."

"You treat the data of mediocre people as the entirety of the world."

"You couldn't even break through the bottleneck of a Soul Grand Master, stuck at level twenty-nine for your entire life."

"With your limited vision and meager strength, how dare you claim to have seen through the essence of martial souls?"

Lin Yuan's words were heart-piercing; every sentence was like a resounding slap, fiercely striking Yu Xiaogang's face.

"Those with true talent have no need for your so-called rubbish theories. True geniuses are born to break the rules."

Yu Xiaogang's withered face flushed the color of a pig's liver, his lips trembling as he tried to retort, but he couldn't spit out a single word.

His last shred of dignity was being trampled and rubbed into the dirt by a six-year-old child.

Dugu Bo stood to the side, watching the purple Spirit Ring flowing with tyrannical power beneath Hu Liena's feet, the shock in his heart unable to subside for a long time.

A six-year-old girl, and her first Spirit Ring was already at the thousand-year level.

If this were to spread, the entire Douluo Continent would be set into a massive uproar.

And all of this had been single-handedly brought about by the little boy with unfathomable strength standing before him.

Dugu Bo completely believed Lin Yuan's words from earlier.

This kid's understanding of martial souls far surpassed that waste of a Grandmaster who only knew how to talk on paper.

He turned his head to look at Yu Xiaogang, his face full of undisguised contempt.

"That's enough, stop making a fool of yourself here."

"Your title of 'Grandmaster' is nothing but a joke. You can't even win an argument against a six-year-old child, and your pride-and-joy theory has been trampled on the spot. How do you still have the nerve to shamelessly claim you want to guide my granddaughter?"

"Get lost, and stop being an eyesore here!"

Being scolded to his face by a Titled Douluo, Yu Xiaogang shuddered violently.

But he still gritted his teeth, stubborn to the end.

"Senior Poison, this is just an isolated case! This is definitely an exception with an extremely low probability!"

"That girl must have used some disgraceful forbidden technique to absorb a thousand-year Spirit Ring. This method has no universal applicability whatsoever!"