Yu Xiaogang's Broken Defense: "I'm Not the Master Anymore!"

"Teacher..."

Tang San looked at Yu Xiaogang's tottering frame and called out with a hint of worry.

"Fake! It's absolutely fake!"

Yu Xiaogang whipped his head around, his voice raspy from agitation.

"How could there possibly be a cultivation technique in this world that allows everyone to cultivate? If commoners could break through the limits of the flesh, then what would be the point of Martial Souls? What would be the point of Spirit Rings!"

Flender and Zhao Wuji watched as the Grandmaster, Yu Xiaogang, began to descend into madness, and they sighed softly.

Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang hailed from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect and possessed the pride of a noble, but because his own Martial Soul had mutated, he had become a cripple, spending many long years immersed in agony.

What had pulled him out of that misery were precisely the fruits of his theoretical research: the so-called "Ten Core Theories of Martial Souls."

But now, the Ten Core Theories of Martial Souls had been overturned.

Then, what was Yu Xiaogang?

Was he a Grandmaster?

No longer.

Since the Ten Core Theories of Martial Souls, the fruit of his life's work, were all fake, how could he still call himself a Grandmaster?

Was he a descendant of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect?

He never was, because he did not possess a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul.

For a moment, neither Flender nor Zhao Wuji knew how to comfort the man spiraling into madness.

Just then, a voice rang out abruptly.

"The Grandmaster is right!"

Everyone followed the sound to see that the speaker was none other than the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Rongrong.

Despite being in a dump like Shrek Academy, where even the front gate was cobbled together from scraps of wood, she still held her chin high, her eyes reflecting an innate sense of superiority.

She cast a look of disdain at the dust swirling at her feet, took half a step back, and crossed her arms over her chest.

"My Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has been passed down for hundreds, if not thousands of years, and we possess the most top-tier support-type Martial Souls on the Douluo Continent."

"Among the direct disciples of our sect, which one of them doesn't have noble blood? Which one of them hasn't been bathed in precious medicinal herbs since childhood to strengthen their foundation?"

"Even so, those disciples with low innate spirit power can never break through the barrier of high-level Spirit Masters in their entire lives."

She scanned the surrounding students with the look one might give a country bumpkin, finally letting her gaze settle on the short-haired youth on the sky screen.

"That so-called 'everyone can cultivate' might be true, but resources will always be in the hands of the few. A commoner who can't even afford a decent set of clothes—are they worthy of talking about evolution? Are they worthy of talking about breaking limits?"

"In my eyes, this is nothing more than self-consolation for the dregs of that world."

"A loach is a loach; it will never dream of becoming a true dragon!"

Ning Rongrong's tone was sharp, mean, and unreasonable.

In her deep-seated view of the sect hierarchy, commoners were born lowly, destined to be protected and ruled by noble Spirit Masters like them.

Letting commoners possess power as great as the nobles?

Perhaps it was possible, but it was absolutely not the norm!

Resources would always be held by the few!

The son of a War God is born enjoying more resources than others, so what kind of true dragon could a common family possibly raise?

Flender and Zhao Wuji exchanged a glance; neither spoke, but cold sweat broke out on both their foreheads simultaneously.

Ning Rongrong might have been sheltered since childhood, her perspective limited by her sect, but they were old foxes who had been grinding on the continent for years, and they had spotted the flaw in her argument.

Ning Rongrong attacked the upper limits of a commoner's cultivation achievements and the scarcity of resources, but she failed to refute one thing.

That was that anyone could cultivate!

If everyone could cultivate... then the heavens of the Douluo Continent were about to change completely!

Meanwhile, in Spirit City, at the Pope Palace.

This magnificent building, which symbolized the highest power and glory on the Douluo Continent, was terrifyingly quiet at this moment.

Before the lofty Pope's throne, Bibi Dong wore a gorgeous, bright golden gown and a purple-gold crown symbolizing supreme power. Yet, at this moment, this usually dignified Pope had completely lost her customary composure.

She paced back and forth in the center of the great hall, her high heels clicking against the mirror-like marble floor with a crisp, rapid "tap-tap" sound.

On either side of the hall, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei knelt on one knee, not daring to even lift their heads.

The backs of the two Title Douluo were already soaked through with cold sweat.

"Genetic Origin Energy... absorbing cosmic energy... no need to look at Martial Soul grade, even commoners can break their limits..."

Bibi Dong repeated these words over and over, her right hand gripping her bright golden scepter so tightly that her knuckles turned a pale shade of white.

In her eyes, an emotion of extreme complexity flickered.

There was shock, there was longing, but more than anything, it was a deep-seated, buried anger and unwillingness!

"Why?"

Bibi Dong bit her red lips tightly.

She recalled her unbearable past.

She was originally the most outstanding genius of Spirit Hall in a century, possessing rare twin martial souls.

In order to pursue that supreme power, and to break free from the control of that beastly teacher, Qian Xunji, what a painful price had she paid?

She endured humiliation unimaginable to ordinary people, lurking in the darkness for countless days and nights, and even went so far as to initiate the eerie and terrifying Rakshasa God Trial, suffering the agony of evil thoughts devouring her heart every single day.

Everything she did was because of the rules of the Douluo Continent—without the inheritance of a god, a mortal could never cross that chasm.

But now, the youth in the sky told her that in another dimension, there was a world where even the most ordinary commoner, without needing a martial soul or the charity of a god, could evolve their physical body step by step simply by absorbing the energy between heaven and earth, even possessing the power to easily slaughter beast tides!

If I had known about this method earlier... why would I have had to suffer those inhuman tortures!

Bibi Dong's heart was bleeding.

But soon, the unwillingness in her eyes was replaced by an even colder light.

As the ruler of Spirit Hall, she knew better than anyone what a devastating blow the four words "Genetic Origin Energy" would deal to the existing ruling system of the Douluo Continent.

What did Spirit Hall rely on to suppress the two great empires and make the soul masters of the world bow down?

It was the absolute monopoly on martial soul awakening.

Ninety-nine percent of the people on the Douluo Continent were ordinary people without soul power.

Through the free awakening of martial souls for children of age in every village and town each year, Spirit Hall screened out those talented seeds in advance and brought them under their command.

They used the soul master class to firmly suppress those vast numbers of commoners.

This was the absolute order that Spirit Hall had established over countless generations.

If the cultivation method of Genetic Origin Energy were to spread to the Douluo Continent, allowing those commoners who made up ninety-nine percent of the continent's population to grasp the key to evolution...

Then the transcendent status of Spirit Hall would crumble in an instant!