Ning Rongrong Accuses Yu Xiaogang, Useless Master!

On the main seat of the high platform.

Tang Yu picked up his teacup at his own pace and took a light sip.

His expression remained calm; he did not even spare Yu Xiaogang a single glance.

It was not until the murmurs below gradually died down that Tang Yu slowly set his cup aside, letting out a scoff of disdain.

"Utter nonsense."

The four faint words, dripping with undisguised mockery, instantly echoed across the entire plaza.

Many soul masters who had been nodding in agreement moments ago stiffened, their mouths snapping shut one after another.

Yu Xiaogang's smile froze on his face, a flash of irritation crossing his single eye.

"How can the Prince say such a thing?"

"My theories were derived from countless deductions and are absolute truths. If the Prince does not understand them, there is no need to be so insulting!"

Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth, his expression appearing somewhat agitated.

Tang Yu rested his chin on his hand, watching him with a look that was half-smile, half-scorn.

"This Seat says you are spouting nonsense, and you are still unconvinced?"

"Yu Xiaogang, you claim to have studied for decades, yet you know nothing of the core essence of Blue Silver Grass."

"Your so-called resilience is nothing but a grand joke."

Tang Yu tapped his long boots lightly against the bluestone floor, his voice steady and unhurried.

"This Seat asks you: in this world, when it comes to resilience, what plant can compare to Iron Wire Vine? What martial soul can compare to Crimson Flame Thorn?"

"If a soul master truly sought the pinnacle of binding and toughness, why would they not choose to awaken these naturally formidable vine martial souls, instead of fussing over a frail stalk of Blue Silver Grass?"

Yu Xiaogang was stunned, subconsciously wanting to retort.

"Because ordinary people have no choice. What martial soul one awakens is heaven's will. My research is precisely to provide a path for those ordinary people who awaken Blue Silver Grass..."

"Foolish."

Tang Yu interrupted him without a shred of courtesy.

"Ordinary people who awaken Blue Silver Grass already possess low Innate Soul Power, or perhaps none at all."

"You would have them hunt a Datura Snake? Have them endure the violent energy brought by a beast soul ring?"

"That is not providing them a path; that is sending them to their deaths."

"Furthermore, the core of Blue Silver Grass has never been about some damn resilience."

"The core of Blue Silver Grass lies in life."

Life.

As these two words fell, many of the experts present felt a jolt in their hearts.

In particular, Ning Fengzhi, the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect sitting in the front row, had his expression shift slightly, as if he had vaguely grasped something critical.

Beside him, Sword Douluo Chen Xin even opened his eyes, his gaze locked onto Tang Yu.

"Wildfires cannot burn it out; the spring breeze brings it back to life."

Tang Yu slowly stood up, looking down at Yu Xiaogang from his position of authority.

"Why is it that Blue Silver Grass covers every corner of the continent, surviving bitter winters and scorching summers, trampled by thousands, yet remains evergreen? What does it rely on?"

"It is its infinite vitality; it is its ceaseless life force."

"A master who truly understands martial soul theory, upon obtaining Blue Silver Grass, should first consider how to awaken the life origin within it, how to extend its vitality, and how to commune with the natural creation of heaven and earth."

"And what have you, Yu Xiaogang, done?"

"You took a pure martial soul that represents the pinnacle of life and had it absorb the soul ring of a Datura Snake, a creature filled with potent toxins and sinister beastly nature."

"This is equivalent to forcibly polluting its life origin with filthy toxins; using brutal beastly nature to suppress its instinctive evolution."

"You think you have cultivated a control-type soul master, but in reality, you have personally strangled the possibility of a plant-type martial soul reaching the altar of life."

"Your so-called control is nothing but the short-sighted behavior of draining a pond to catch all the fish. A stalk of Blue Silver Grass polluted by toxins is destined never to touch higher realms in this life, forever struggling in the mire of low-level soul masters."

His grand voice rumbled across the vast estate.

Yu Xiaogang's expression turned ferocious.

He still had Tang San.

He still had his most perfect masterpiece.

"Tang Yu! No matter how eloquently you speak, you cannot change the iron-clad facts!"

Yu Xiaogang acted as if he had gone mad, pointing at the high platform and screaming.

"You say my theories are misleading? You say mimicry and resilience are wrong?"

"Then I ask you: my personal disciple, Tang San, is only in his teens, yet his soul power has already broken through the thirty-level barrier, becoming a three-ring Soul Elder!"

"He possesses Twin Martial Souls, and his first soul ring was absorbed from a four-hundred-year-old Datura Snake, exactly in accordance with my theory!"

"He is currently peerless among his peers; his cultivation speed and combat prowess are plain for all the world to see!"

"Does all of this not owe itself to my meticulous guidance and perfect theories?"

Yu Xiaogang's face was flushed with a sickly crimson from excitement as he glared at Tang Yu.

"A teenage Soul Elder—looking back at the history of the entire continent, he is absolutely a rare, supreme genius!"

"Facts speak louder than words. With a result like him, what qualifications do you have to completely negate my entire life?"

Yu Xiaogang's words caused the previously noisy plaza to quiet down for a moment.

Many people exchanged glances.

Indeed, Tang San's talent and strength were quite famous among the younger generation.

Being able to reach the thirties in his teens was truly worthy of the title of genius.

Watching the crowd quiet down, hope could not help but rise in Yu Xiaogang's heart.

As long as he had Tang San as a successful example, his theories had not yet failed.

However.

Tang Yu, standing on the high platform, felt not the slightest surprise after hearing this near-hysterical accusation.

He simply stood there quietly.

The wind blew past the hem of his clothes, making a snapping sound.

"Teenage, thirties."

Tang Yu softly repeated these two numbers.

The corners of his mouth slowly curled into an inexplicable smile.

That smile carried undisguised pity, as well as the arrogance of looking down upon an ant.

"Yu Xiaogang, do you think reaching the thirties in your teens is something worth being proud of?"

Yu Xiaogang looked at him with some wariness.

"In the current world of spirit masters, such an achievement is already worthy of the words 'supreme genius'!"

"Is that so?"

Tang Yu smiled faintly.

Then, he slowly took a step forward.

BOOM.

Every spirit master present in the plaza felt, at that very instant, as if their heart had been fiercely gripped by an invisible, giant hand.

Tang Yu stood with his hands behind his back, the breeze blowing through his long hair, revealing a young, handsome face that nonetheless carried supreme majesty.

"Since you think he is such a genius."

"Then This King shall tell you."

Tang Yu's eyes lifted slightly, his calm voice ringing clearly in everyone's ears.

"This King is also in his teens this year."

"And This King's cultivation."

"Is level ninety-four."

"A Titled Douluo."

The wind seemed to have stalled at this moment; only the phrase "level ninety-four, Titled Douluo" roared in everyone's ears, like a thunderbolt striking the ground, vibrating their eardrums until they ached.

Yu Xiaogang's mouth hung wide open, and he stood frozen in place like a stone statue weathered for a thousand years.

His mind was a blank slate; his previous indignation, unwillingness, and the fanaticism with which he had tried to use Tang San as his final trump card were ruthlessly crushed to pieces in this moment.

A teenage level ninety-four Titled Douluo.

What kind of concept was this?

This had already exceeded all understanding in the history of the spirit master world; it was a miracle, a terrifying existence that could not be explained by common logic.

And just a moment ago, he had actually been smugly boasting about having cultivated a teenage, level-thirty-something "supreme genius"?

In front of this god, the so-called supreme genius he spoke of was not even as good as an ant on the ground.

"Level ninety-four... Titled Douluo..."

A hoarse, trembling sound escaped Yu Xiaogang's throat. He wanted to refute, wanted to shout that it was fake, wanted to accuse Tang Yu of lying.

However, the terrifying pressure faintly radiating from Tang Yu's body, along with the cruel fact that he had easily defeated Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo earlier, were ruthlessly telling him that this was the truth.

He could not find a single word to refute it, and his entire body was pressed down by that invisible pressure, almost forcing him to his knees.

The experts from various factions around them finally woke up from their extreme shock.

Immediately, a wave of overwhelming mockery and sneers erupted across the entire plaza.

"Hahahaha! You're killing me; this Yu Xiaogang really doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth!"

"A mere Soul Elder in his thirties, and he actually has the gall to show off in front of Prince Wuyang?"

"Prince Wuyang is also in his teens, yet he is already a level 94 Titled Douluo. This Yu Xiaogang really treats his own cheap apprentice like some peerless treasure."

"Is this the so-called master of theory? A frog in a well; it truly is an eye-opener."

"Holding a piece of Blue Silver Grass contaminated by toxins as if it were a treasure, thinking he has pioneered a new path, unaware that in the eyes of true experts, this is nothing but a fool's errand that ruins one's own future."

Jeers, angry curses, and disdainful snorts surged from all directions, turning into a sharp tide that drowned Yu Xiaogang.

The elders of the mid-tier sects, who had previously felt that Yu Xiaogang's theories had some merit, were now blushing with shame, spitting on the ground and cursing under their breath.

"Pah! I was almost fooled by this old dog!"

"What 'teaching according to aptitude'? It's nothing but heretical nonsense that misleads the youth!"

"If we let our disciples train according to his theories, I fear they wouldn't even know how they died."

Listening to the undisguised mockery ringing in his ears, Yu Xiaogang's body trembled violently, his red, swollen eyes filled with despair and panic.

On one side of the high platform.

Xue Qinghe sat quietly, his gentle face now showing a trace of disdain and disgust.

Hidden beneath the skin of Xue Qinghe, Qian Renxue felt nothing but a cold sneer in her heart.

Is this the man Bibi Dong once held in such high regard?

Is this the "master of theory" that woman could never forget, even going so far as to break with the Martial Soul Hall to protect him?

It is nothing short of a massive joke.

A piece of trash who couldn't even break through level 30 soul power, relying on plagiarizing ancient books from the Martial Soul Hall Library to cobble together a theory full of holes, yet he managed to swindle people in the Heaven Dou Empire for so many years.

And Bibi Dong was actually infatuated with such a specimen.

Qian Renxue felt increasingly ridiculous and disappointed in her mother, while simultaneously feeling a desire to recruit Tang Yu, who stood on the stage.

Only a true dragon like him, possessing both heaven-shaking talent and wisdom, is worthy of standing by her side.

As for Yu Xiaogang, he is merely a speck of dust beneath the wheels of history.

On the other side.

Ning Fengzhi looked at the calm Tang Yu on the stage, then at the pale, crumbling Yu Xiaogang, and felt a lingering fear in his heart.

He turned his head to look at Ning Rongrong beside him, his expression extremely serious as he spoke:

"Rongrong, did you see clearly today?"

Ning Rongrong stared at Tang Yu with her beautiful eyes, filled with worship and brilliance. Hearing her father's question, she nodded hurriedly:

"Father, I saw it clearly. Every word the teacher said spoke to my heart."

Ning Fengzhi let out a long sigh, his tone tinged with relief:

"It is good that you saw it clearly. It is fortunate that I brought you to seek an audience with Prince Wuyang, and fortunate that you have now officially become his disciple."

"If I had listened to the arrangements of those people at Shrek Academy and let you train under this Yu Xiaogang, your life would have been ruined."

"He couldn't even handle the Blue Silver Grass, the prototype of the Tree of Life, and allowed it to be poisoned by Datura Snake Venom to the point of stunted evolution. If he were to guide your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, who knows what kind of disaster would occur."

"This person's theories are shallow, yet he is stubborn and self-opinionated; he is completely misleading his students."

Ning Rongrong bit her silver teeth, her small face full of anger:

"Father is right! Back at Shrek, this Yu Xiaogang would always put on an inscrutable air, making us do meaningless weighted runs."

"He kept saying it was to temper our will, but now that I think about it, he simply had no decent training methods and was intentionally tormenting us!"

"He is a complete and utter fraud!"

Thinking of the grievances she suffered at Shrek Academy, and comparing them to Tang Yu's guidance, Ning Rongrong felt a fire of rage burning in her heart.

In a dark corner at the very edge of the plaza.

A tall figure draped in a tattered black cloak was hidden in the shadows of the building.

It was Tang Hao.

At this moment, Tang Hao's hands, hidden beneath his cloak, were trembling violently, and his weathered face was filled with unspeakable shock and wavering.

He had originally only come to see what his mysterious eldest son, Tang Yu, was up to, but he never expected to hear such earth-shattering debate here.

"Wildfires cannot burn it out, the spring breeze brings it back to life..."

"The core of Blue Silver Grass lies in life, in the endless cycle of creation..."

Tang Hao repeated these two sentences Tang Yu had just spoken over and over in his heart. Every time he repeated them, his heart felt as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer.

The woman he loved most in his life was Ah Yin.

Ah Yin was the hundred-thousand-year Blue Silver Emperor.

Tang Hao knew Ah Yin's power better than anyone.

When Ah Yin fought, what she displayed was indeed not mere toughness or binding, let alone some kind of virulent poison.

It was infinite vitality, the life force capable of reviving all things and making heaven and earth tremble!

When Ah Yin sacrificed herself, the Blue Silver Grass that grew wildly across the mountains and plains relied on the purest source of life.

Yet he had allowed his own son, Tang San, to follow Yu Xiaogang's advice, to hunt the Datura Snake, and to absorb a poison-attribute beast soul ring.