A Battle of Wits, Leaving Yu Xiaogang Speechless

His tone was calm, yet every word struck at the vitals:

"First, I must correct a common error in your knowledge—my Martial Soul has never been a dual-attribute light and shadow type. It is a pure light-element shadow Martial Soul. There is no such thing as the attribute conflict you speak of, and naturally, there is no premise for what you call 'self-collapse.'

You couldn't even discern the attributes of my Martial Soul, yet you dared to assert its limits. Is this what you call 'correct guidance'?"

He leaned forward slightly, staring straight into Yu Xiaogang's stiff eyes, pressing him step by step:

"Secondly, what makes you so certain that this mutated Martial Soul must have limitations?

In the tens of thousands of years of the Soul Master world, Martial Soul mutations have been strange and varied, with new forms born every day. Can the data in your hands possibly exhaust every possibility?

Or is it that you treat old archives as the ultimate truth of the Soul Master world, unable to see any possibilities beyond your records?"

Pausing for a moment, Ye Feng's tone carried a hint of mockery:

"Furthermore, you say I need your 'correct guidance' to break through to a Soul Emperor. Then I would like to ask, how many students have you taught in your life?

What level have those you've guided reached today?

Have they broken through beyond the Soul Emperor realm? If you don't even have a single disciple worth mentioning, by what right do you use your own theories to define the limits of others?"

"You say Innate Level 7 is just luck, and you call my Martial Soul a chicken rib.

But luck is also a part of strength, and as for how good my Martial Soul is or how far I can go in the future, that is never something an outsider can rashly conclude—especially since you, Uncle, don't look like an expert yourself. At most, you're a Soul Elder at best."

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire Martial Soul branch hall fell into a bizarre, deathly silence.

Everyone's gaze shifted back and forth between Ye Feng and Yu Xiaogang.

However, the sight of Yu Xiaogang's face turning iron-blue in an instant made everyone's heart skip a beat.

"Pfft—"

It was unclear who couldn't hold it in first, letting out a short, sharp laugh.

This laugh was like a fuse, instantly igniting the entire hall.

"Hahaha! A Soul Elder! This kid said he's a Soul Elder!"

"My god, look at the Master's face—it's turned green!"

"Reasonable and well-founded, his analysis is spot on. This kid is a genius! And how could Innate Level 7 possibly be a trash Martial Soul!"

The staff members of the Martial Soul Hall could no longer hold back; they had never liked this so-called "Master of Theory," Yu Xiaogang, to begin with.

Seeing him rendered speechless by a six-year-old child, they laughed until they were doubled over, unable to straighten their backs.

Branch Hall Master Ma Xiunuo's old face was flushed red, his mouth twitching uncontrollably. He turned away, covering his face with his wide sleeves, though his shoulders shook violently.

He held back from laughing out loud, but that appearance was even more devastating than laughing directly.

As the Branch Hall Master of Nuoding City, he naturally knew Yu Xiaogang's background.

A level 29 Soul Grand Master—a bottleneck he had been stuck at for half his life.

The child's comment of "at most a Soul Elder" was actually being generous to this waste!

"You! You... you sharp-tongued little brat!"

Yu Xiaogang's body trembled with extreme rage, his stiff face turning the color of pig liver.

He felt as if all the laughter in the hall had turned into physical slaps, landing one after another heavily on his face.

The soul master theories he took such pride in, and the reputation of "Master" he relied on to survive, were torn to shreds by a six-year-old child at this moment and trampled repeatedly on the ground.

He wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into!

Yu Xiaogang angrily flicked his sleeves, forcibly squeezing out a posture of aloofness, as if he were too proud to associate with them.

"Hmph, a boorish child is not worth debating with! This is the first time I have seen such a mutated Martial Soul; it is inevitable that I would misjudge it due to a lack of understanding!"

He stiffened his neck, attempting to salvage a shred of his dignity.

"As for cultivating disciples... Hmph! With trash like you who don't even have Innate Full Soul Power, you aren't qualified for me to personally cultivate, nor are you qualified for me to prove my theories!"

The words sounded high-minded, yet they betrayed a weak, blustering insecurity.

The laughter in the room gradually subsided, but the looks directed at him were filled with even deeper contempt.

A sore loser is a sore loser.

"Oh, oh, so that's how it is."

Ye Feng put on an expression of "sudden realization," nodding repeatedly.

This clumsy acting was, in the eyes of everyone present, top-tier mockery.

"Fine then, it seems I misunderstood you, Master.

It makes sense; a Master like you should naturally be teaching peerless geniuses with Innate Full Soul Power."

Ye Feng echoed, then shifted his tone.

"However, geniuses with Innate Full Soul Power aren't easy to find; one might not appear for decades.

I won't waste any more of your precious time, Master. Go on and find your worthy talent."

He cupped his hands toward Yu Xiaogang, his movements as standard as a little adult.

He did not want to offend Yu Xiaogang to the point of no return just yet; even if this guy was a "trash" master, he was still a genuine Soul Grand Master, and he was no match for him.

Besides, it was just a debate over theories; surely Yu Xiaogang wouldn't make things difficult for a child, right?

If he didn't even have that much grace, tsk tsk, then to use Tang San's words, he would already be courting death.

"Master Su, could you please issue me a Martial Soul certificate? Thank you."

Ye Feng turned around, completely ignoring Yu Xiaogang, whose face was cycling between green and white behind him, and walked straight toward Su Yuntao, who had been standing there in a daze.

This series of actions left Yu Xiaogang stranded on the spot, neither leaving nor staying, awkward to the extreme.

"Oh... oh, right! Okay, okay!"

Su Yuntao snapped out of his trance, hurriedly recovering from his shock.

Looking at Ye Feng, his enthusiasm was ten times greater than before.

This child not only had high talent, but his brain was also sharp!

Facing the so-called "Master," he was neither servile nor overbearing, his arguments were clear, and his logic was meticulous—how could this temperament belong to a six-year-old child?

He was clearly a treasure!

"Ye Feng, right? Child, your Martial Soul is outstanding and has immense potential. Uncle believes you have the makings of a Titled Douluo in the future! On behalf of the Nuoding City Martial Soul Branch, I officially invite you to join our Martial Soul Hall! As long as you nod, you can receive a monthly subsidy of one Gold Soul Coin, and you can enter the Junior Soul Master Academy for free!"

Su Yuntao rubbed his hands excitedly, rattling off the recruitment terms like a machine gun.

One Gold Soul Coin!

The surrounding children who hadn't awakened yet and their parents all gasped in unison.

That was one hundred Silver Soul Coins, enough to cover the living expenses of an ordinary family for several months!

Branch Master Ma Xiunuo gave Ye Feng an approving look, then glanced at Yu Xiaogang, whose face was so gloomy it was practically dripping water, and shook his head slightly.

As veterans of the Martial Soul Hall, they naturally knew exactly how much weight this "Master" carried.

It was only out of respect for His Holiness the Pope that they treated this Master with such courtesy.