Absurd Theories: Coincidence or a Setup?

Ye Feng stopped in his tracks and watched him quietly, wanting to see what kind of tricks this bullshit Grandmaster was trying to pull.

Yu Xiaogang seemed quite satisfied with Ye Feng "stopping to listen." He cleared his throat and, with the tone of someone announcing a research breakthrough, said proudly:

"Regarding your Martial Soul, I have spent two full months researching it since I returned."

He held up two fingers, emphasizing his tone.

"Although your Martial Soul is a pure-attribute Light and Shadow Martial Soul, which is extremely rare.

However, you have not seen through its core essence."

"The light attribute comes with inherent purification and healing abilities.

This leads to it being innately weaker in terms of offense or control.

This is the price of the attribute."

"Based on my Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul theory, and the two months of tireless research I have conducted, I will point you toward a clear path."

Yu Xiaogang paused, seemingly savoring the shock and admiration he expected Ye Feng to show.

"You can, and only can, try to develop in the direction of a support-type or healing-type Spirit Master.

At most, choose one or two surprise attack methods for self-preservation; this is the only correct path for your Martial Soul."

As his words fell, he lifted his chin slightly, wearing the posture of a victor who had "seen through everything and expects gratitude."

Looking at Yu Xiaogang's expression of absolute confidence, Ye Feng almost couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Where did this guy get so many bizarre and nonsensical ideas?

He researched it for two months?

And this is all he came up with?

Light attribute attacks aren't strong? It can only do healing and support?

What kind of shocking, trash theory is this?

In the entire continent, is there any attack stronger than the ultimate light attribute?

Does sunlight not count as light? Can the radiance of the sun, moon, and stars not destroy the world if gathered together?

Of course, with the current level of understanding in this world, these things might be incomprehensible.

But anyone with a brain wouldn't say that light attribute attacks are weak, right?

And this is a pure-attribute Light and Shadow Martial Soul! Just because it can't reach that level now doesn't mean it won't in the future!

Is the power-attack Seraph Martial Soul a fake?

This Yu Xiaogang's theory is simply redundant, like taking off one's pants just to fart.

It could clearly be like an ice-attribute Martial Soul—capable of power attacks and control—but in the mouth of this bullshit Grandmaster, it was forcibly turned into healing and support.

He is simply the clown master of the Spirit Master world!

Once he fully understands the true usage of the Light and Shadow Martial Soul, he would definitely have to slap this guy's face until it was ruined.

However, there was no need to argue with him now.

Arguing with a theoretical bigot who lived in his own world was a complete waste of time.

"Uh, well... Grandmaster, you are right."

Ye Feng squeezed out a sincere expression and nodded repeatedly:

"This Humble One has been enlightened; I feel like a veil has been lifted. But I need to go register now. Next time, let's discuss this properly next time."

After saying that, he hugged his quilt, walked straight past Yu Xiaogang, and headed quickly toward the teaching building without looking back.

"You..."

The bellyful of follow-up theories Yu Xiaogang had prepared were instantly choked back.

Watching Ye Feng's dismissive and perfunctory back, a nameless fire rushed straight to his head.

What kind of attitude was this kid showing!

He had painstakingly researched for two months; he didn't expect him to bow down in worship, but at least he should have been humble and eager to learn, right?

And he just walked away like that?

"Hmph!"

Yu Xiaogang flicked his sleeves and turned around, his face livid:

"If you don't listen to my advice, you have completely wasted this Martial Soul and talent! You are mud that cannot be plastered onto a wall!"

With that, he stormed off toward the outside of the academy.

Ye Feng didn't believe a single word of Yu Xiaogang's bullshit.

However, as he walked along the road, a murmur of doubt arose in his heart.

How was this Yu Xiaogang like a ghost, lingering everywhere?

He was there on the day of the Martial Soul awakening at Martial Soul Hall.

On the day Nuoding Academy opened, he was there too.

A Soul Grand Master, with nothing better to do all day, specifically waiting to intercept him?

Something was wrong.

Very wrong.

A terrifying thought flashed through Ye Feng's mind.

Everything was too coincidental, so coincidental that it felt deliberately orchestrated.

Tang San, that destined child from the original story, needed to grow; he needed a qualified guide.

And Yu Xiaogang's identity... that was truly thought-provoking.

His strength was abysmal, stuck at level twenty-nine soul power for his entire life.

Yet his background was intimidatingly impressive.

A direct descendant of the sect master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, one of the Upper Three Sects.

The current Pope of Martial Soul Hall, Bibi Dong, was his once-in-a-lifetime, unforgettable first love.

With these two identities, one could practically walk sideways through the soul master world.

Wasn't this a "newbie mentor" and "protective umbrella" tailor-made for the child of destiny, Tang San?

Only with the protection of that so-called Master could Tang San grow up safe and sound while he was still weak.

And the people of Martial Soul Hall, from the Golden Generation to Pope Bibi Dong, seemed to exist solely to serve as stepping stones for Tang San to reach the pinnacle.

The most absurd part was becoming a god.

Bibi Dong, with Twin Martial Souls—how exceptional was her talent?

Yet her Rakshasa God trial took a grueling twenty-five years!

What about Qian Renxue?

She seemed like the daughter of destiny among the Douluo natives, but in reality, she was just another stepping stone; for such a situation to occur, one could only say that the God Realm had changed.

The Angel God's character must have been absolutely trash for her to be schemed against and set up like that; otherwise, why wouldn't she have a single person to help her? Even the trashiest person usually has one friend...

Just like what Zhao Gao said to Yi Xiaochuan: you are noble, you are amazing... but being noble comes with a price...

And Tang San?

From accepting the dual god inheritances of the Sea God and Asura to finally becoming a god, how long did it take? Less than five years!

It just so happened that only after Tang San became a god did Bibi Dong finally struggle to take that last step...

Tsk tsk.

To say there was no interference from the God Realm, no backroom deals, and no deliberate meddling in mortal affairs behind this—not even a ghost would believe it!

Hiss!

Thinking of this, Ye Feng couldn't help but gasp, feeling a chill run down his spine.

If this world was truly a stage revolving around Tang San, did he, an unexpected transmigrator and variable, still have any hope of achieving immortality and living a life of carefree freedom?

Would he be casually erased by those unreasonable folks in the God Realm one day in the future just because he stood in the protagonist's way?

Carrying a head full of questions and a deep sense of anxiety, Ye Feng arrived at the registration office.

Simple registration, payment, and receiving his school uniform and work-study student ID.

Everything proceeded very smoothly.

The teacher in charge of registration only took two extra looks at his martial soul certificate without showing much reaction.

Clearly, the academy's higher-ups had already been briefed.

"Alright, Ye Feng, is it? Your dormitory is Dormitory Seven."

The teacher pointed to a small path outside:

"Follow this path all the way, and it's the building at the very end."

"Dormitory Seven..."

Ye Feng muttered this familiar name, clutching his quilt and newly issued items as he walked toward the dormitory area.