"Teacher..."
Tang San looked at Yu Xiaogang's swaying body and called out worriedly.
"Fake! It's absolutely fake!"
Yu Xiaogang abruptly turned around, his voice hoarse with agitation.
"How could there possibly be a cultivation method that lets everyone cultivate? If commoners could break the limits of the flesh, what would Martial Souls be for? What would Soul Rings be for!"
Flender and Zhao Wuji watched Master Yu Xiaogang gradually descend into madness and quietly sighed.
Master Yu Xiaogang had been born into the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and possessed the pride of an aristocrat. Yet because his Martial Soul had mutated, he had become a cripple. For all these years, he had been immersed in pain.
What had pulled him out of that pain, however, had been the results 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 as well.
Then what was Yu Xiaogang?
A master?
Not anymore.
If the Ten Core Theories of Martial Souls, the work of his entire life, were all false, how could he still call himself a master?
An heir of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?
He had never been one, because he did not possess the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul.
For a moment, neither Flender nor Zhao Wuji knew how to comfort the frantic Yu Xiaogang.
Just then, a voice suddenly rang out.
"Master is right!"
Everyone turned toward the voice and saw that it was Ning Rongrong, the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Even in a dump like Shrek Academy, where even the gates were cobbled together from wood, she still held her chin high, her eyes carrying an innate air of superiority.
She glanced disdainfully at the dust swirling beneath her feet, took half a step back, and folded her arms across her chest.
"My Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has been passed down for hundreds, even thousands, of years. We possess the finest support-type Martial Soul on the Douluo Continent."
"Among the direct descendants of our sect, which one isn't of noble blood? Which one hasn't been soaked in baths of precious herbs since childhood to strengthen their foundation and nourish their vitality?"
"Even so, those disciples with low Innate Soul Power can never break through the barrier to become high-level Soul Masters in their entire lives."
She swept her gaze over the surrounding students as though she were looking at country bumpkins, before finally settling her eyes on the short-haired youth on the Sky Screen.
"That so-called claim that everyone can cultivate may be true, but resources will always remain in the hands of a few. Does some commoner who can't even afford a decent set of clothes deserve to talk about evolution? Do they deserve to talk about breaking their limits?"
"I think this is nothing more than self-consolation from the lowest-class poor of that world."
"A loach is a loach. It will never become a true dragon in its lifetime!"
Ning Rongrong's tone was sharp, vicious, and utterly unreasonable.
In the deeply ingrained class hierarchy of her sect, commoners were lowly by nature. They needed to be protected and ruled by noble Soul Masters like them.
Letting commoners possess strength equal to that of nobles?
Perhaps it was possible, but it would never be the norm!
Resources would always remain in the hands of a few!
The son of a War God was born with access to far more resources than others. And what kind of true dragon could an ordinary family possibly raise?
Flender and Zhao Wuji exchanged a glance. Neither spoke, but cold sweat had appeared on both their foreheads.
Ning Rongrong might have been spoiled since childhood, her horizons limited by her sect, but these two seasoned veterans who had struggled across the continent for years had spotted the flaw in her words.
Ning Rongrong had attacked the upper limit of what ordinary people could achieve through cultivation and the shortage of resources, but she had failed to refute one thing.
That was, anyone could cultivate!
If everyone could cultivate... then the heavens of the Douluo Continent would be completely transformed!
Meanwhile, in Spirit City, at Pope Palace.
This magnificent structure, symbolizing the highest authority and glory of the Douluo Continent, was terrifyingly silent at this moment.
Before the lofty papal throne, Bibi Dong wore a lavish golden gown and a purple-gold crown symbolizing supreme authority. Yet this Pope, who was normally so imposing and dignified, had completely lost her usual composure.
She paced back and forth in the center of the hall, her high heels striking the mirror-smooth marble floor with crisp, hurried taps.
On either side of the hall, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei knelt on one knee, not daring even to raise their heads.
The backs of both Title Douluo had long been soaked in cold sweat.
"Genetic Origin Energy... absorbing Cosmic Energy... no need to consider the grade of one's Martial Soul... even ordinary people can break their limits..."
Bibi Dong repeated those words over and over. Her right hand clenched the golden scepter so tightly that her knuckles had turned pale.
An emotion so complex it had reached the extreme flickered in her eyes.
There was shock, there was longing, but above all, there was a fury and unwillingness buried deep within her heart!
Why?
Bibi Dong bit down on her red lips.
She recalled her unbearable past.
She had once been Spirit Hall's most outstanding genius in a century, possessing the rare Twin Martial Souls.
In pursuit of that supreme power, in order to escape the control of her teacher Qian Xunji, who was worse than a beast, how grievous a price had she paid?
She had endured humiliations beyond the imagination of ordinary people, lurking in darkness through countless days and nights. She had even opened the sinister and terrifying Rakshasa God Trial, suffering every day as malicious thoughts devoured her heart.
Everything she had done was because of the rules of the Douluo Continent—without the inheritance of a god, mortals simply could not cross that chasm.
But now, the youth on the Sky Screen was telling her that in another dimension, there was a world where even the most ordinary commoners needed neither Martial Souls nor the charity of gods. By merely absorbing the energy between heaven and earth, they could evolve their bodies step by step and even wield the power to slaughter beast hordes with ease!
If I had known of such a method sooner... why did I have to suffer such inhuman torment!
Bibi Dong's heart bled.
But soon, the unwillingness in her eyes was replaced by an even colder gleam.
As the ruler of Spirit Hall, she understood better than anyone how devastating the four words "Genetic Origin Energy" would be to the Douluo Continent's existing system of rule.
Why had Spirit Hall been able to stand above the two great empires and make Soul Masters throughout the land bow their heads?
It was because of its absolute monopoly over Martial Soul awakening.
Ninety-nine percent of the people on the Douluo Continent were ordinary people without Soul Power.
Every year, Spirit Hall awakened Martial Souls for children of the appropriate age in villages and towns across the continent for free, selecting talented seedlings in advance and bringing them under its command.
It used the Soul Master class to ruthlessly suppress the vast population of commoners.
This was the absolute order Spirit Hall had established through countless generations.
If the cultivation method of Genetic Origin Energy spread to the Douluo Continent and allowed the commoners, who made up ninety-nine percent of the continent's population, to grasp the key to evolution...
Spirit Hall's transcendent status would collapse into ruin in an instant!
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