Ye Feng stopped and looked at him silently, wondering what kind of trick that damn Grandmaster was planning this time.
Yu Xiaogang seemed pleased that Ye Feng had "stopped to listen." He cleared his throat and spoke with the air of someone announcing his research findings.
"After I returned, I spent two whole months studying your Martial Soul."
He held up two fingers, his tone growing more emphatic.
"Although your Martial Soul is a pure-attribute Light-and-Shadow Martial Soul of the light element, it's exceptionally rare,
you haven't seen through its essential nature."
"The light attribute comes with purification and healing abilities.
As a result, it's inherently weaker when it comes to attacking or controlling.
That's the price of the attribute."
"Based on my Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul theory, and the two months I've spent researching it day and night, I'll point you toward the right path."
Yu Xiaogang paused, apparently savoring the shock and admiration he expected to see on Ye Feng's face.
"You can—and should—develop as an auxiliary or healing-system Soul Master.
At most, you should learn one or two unexpected attacks for self-defense. That's the right path for your Martial Soul."
With that, he raised his chin slightly, wearing the triumphant look of someone who had seen through everything and expected to be thanked.
Looking at Yu Xiaogang's confident expression, Ye Feng almost burst out laughing.
Where did this guy get all these bizarre ideas?
He'd studied it for two months?
And this was what he'd come up with?
The light attribute wasn't good for attacking? It could only be used for healing and support?
What kind of mind-blowingly useless theory was that?
Was there anything more powerful for offense on the entire continent than the ultimate light attribute?
Did sunlight count as light? If the radiance of the sun, moon, and stars gathered together, couldn't it destroy the heavens and earth?
Of course, with the current understanding of this world, people might not be able to grasp such things.
But anyone with a shred of sense wouldn't claim that light-attribute attacks were weak, would they?
And this was a pure-attribute light-based shadow! Just because it couldn't reach its potential now didn't mean it never would!
Was the Assault System Seraph Martial Soul a fake?
Yu Xiaogang's theory was utterly pointless—like pulling down your pants just to fart.
The Martial Soul could clearly be used for assault or control, just like an ice-attribute Martial Soul. Yet in this damn Grandmaster's mouth, it had somehow become a tool for healing and support.
He really was the clown of the Soul Master World.
Once he figured out how to truly use the Light and Shadow Martial Soul, he'd smash that guy's face in.
But there was no need to argue with him now.
Arguing with a theory-obsessed fanatic who lived in his own world was a complete waste of time.
"Uh, well... Grandmaster, you're right."
Ye Feng forced a sincere expression and nodded repeatedly.
"I've learned a lot. It's all suddenly so clear. But I need to go register. We can discuss it properly next time—next time."
With that, he carried his quilt, walked straight around Yu Xiaogang, and headed briskly toward the classroom building without looking back.
"You..."
The whole speech Yu Xiaogang had prepared was instantly choked off.
Watching Ye Feng's dismissive, utterly perfunctory retreating figure, a nameless fury surged to his head.
What kind of attitude was this?
He'd devoted two months to his research. He wasn't asking Ye Feng to bow down in worship, but he should at least have asked for guidance with an open mind, shouldn't he?
And he'd just walked away?
"Hmph!"
Yu Xiaogang spun around with a flick of his sleeve, his face livid.
"If you won't heed my advice, you'll have wasted your Martial Soul and your talent! You're a hopeless case!"
Then he stormed out of the academy.
Ye Feng hadn't believed a single word of Yu Xiaogang's nonsense.
Yet as he walked along, a nagging thought began to surface.
Why was Yu Xiaogang like a ghost, haunting him wherever he went?
He'd been there on the day Spirit Hall awakened his Martial Soul.
And he'd been there when Nuoding Academy began its term.
A Soul Grandmaster with nothing to do all day, specifically waiting around to corner him?
Something was off.
Very off.
A terrifying thought flashed through Ye Feng's mind.
Everything had been far too coincidental, as though it had all been deliberately arranged.
Tang San, the chosen one from the original story, needed to grow and needed a suitable guide.
And Yu Xiaogang's background... that was certainly intriguing.
His strength was laughably pathetic; his Soul Power had been stuck at level twenty-nine for his entire life.
But his status and connections were powerful enough to make anyone's jaw drop.
He was a direct descendant of the sect master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, one of the Upper Three Sects.
He was also the unforgettable first love of Bibi Dong, the current Spirit Hall Pope.
With those two connections, he could practically throw his weight around the Soul Master World.
Wasn't he tailor-made to be Tang San's "beginner's guide" and "protective umbrella"?
With that damn Grandmaster shielding him, Tang San could grow up safely while he was still weak.
And everyone in Spirit Hall, from the Golden Generation to Pope Bibi Dong, seemed to exist only to serve as stepping stones for Tang San on his way to the top.
The most outrageous part was his becoming a god.
Bibi Dong had twin Martial Souls. Her talent was extraordinary.
And yet she'd spent a full twenty-five years on her Rakshasa Godhood trials!
What about Qian Renxue?
She seemed like the fated heroine of the Douluo world, but in truth she was just another stepping stone. For something like this to happen...
It could only mean that something had changed in the Divine Realm.
The Angel God must have been so appallingly poor in character that she'd been schemed against and set up like this. Otherwise, how could she not have a single person willing to help her? Even the most despicable person in the world had a friend...
Just like Zhao Gao had told Yi Xiaochuan: "You think you're so noble, don't you? You think you're so great... Well, nobility comes at a price..."
And Tang San?
How long had it taken him to accept the inheritances of the Sea God and Asura God, then become a god? Less than five years!
Yet Bibi Dong only managed to take that difficult final step after Tang San had become a god...
Tsk, tsk.
If anyone believed the Divine Realm hadn't interfered, that there'd been no backroom dealings or deliberate meddling in mortal affairs, they were fooling themselves!
Hiss!
Thinking of this, Ye Feng couldn't help drawing in a sharp breath. A chill ran down his back.
If this world really was a stage revolving around Tang San, would an unexpected transmigrator like him still have any hope of living forever, free and at ease?
Could those unreasonable bastards in the Divine Realm erase him on a whim one day because he'd gotten in the protagonist's way?
Carrying a head full of questions and a deep-seated unease, Ye Feng arrived at the registration office.
Registration, payment, and collecting his uniform and Work-Study Student ID all went smoothly.
After seeing his Martial Soul certificate, the teacher in charge of registration merely gave it a second glance and said nothing more.
Clearly, the academy's higher-ups had already been informed.
"All right, Ye Feng, is it? Your dormitory is Dorm Seven."
The teacher pointed to a path outside.
"Follow this path all the way to the end. The building at the very back is your dorm."
"Dorm Seven..."
Murmuring the familiar name, Ye Feng carried his quilt and newly issued belongings toward the dormitory area.
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