Invincible in Theory? Explain These Wings!

The setting sun stained the grass on the outskirts of the Star Dou Forest a desolate, vibrant orange.

A group of people slowly emerged from the forest's shadows.

Leading the way, Su Yun remained as pristine as snow, not a speck of dust on his clothes. He held Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing by the hand, one on each side, while Ning Rongrong followed behind, bouncing along with a look of pure adoration.

The scene didn't look like a return from a perilous soul-hunting forbidden zone; it looked more like some young immortal master taking his family out for a stroll.

Trailing behind them, carried on a makeshift stretcher by a few surviving Spirit Hall attendants—porters Su Yun had casually recruited—was Tang San, unconscious and suffering from the agony of having his bones extracted.

At this moment, Tang San's face was as pale as translucent paper, his breathing shallow. The tenacity he once possessed had long since vanished, replaced by the wretchedness of someone abandoned by the world.

"Look! It's the Dean and the Grandmaster!"

Ning Rongrong, sharp-eyed, pointed toward two figures rushing toward them and shouted.

Flender was flapping his cyan wings, moving at high speed, while Yu Xiaogang, trailing a few steps behind, ran until he was drenched in sweat. His already stiff, corpse-like face looked even more distorted by anxiety.

"San! Where is my San?!"

Before Yu Xiaogang had even reached them, his urgent, shrill voice had already carried over.

When he saw the blood-stained, barely breathing Tang San on the stretcher, he looked as if he had been struck by lightning. His legs gave way, and he practically scrambled and crawled toward the stretcher.

"San! Wake up! Don't scare your teacher!"

Yu Xiaogang's hands trembled as he fumbled over Tang San's body. With that look of utter despair, anyone who didn't know better would have thought his own son had just breathed his last.

Flender landed on the ground. Seeing the disciple he had once been so proud of reduced to such a miserable state, then glancing at the high-spirited Su Yun nearby, the skin on his old face twitched violently.

He wanted to flare up, but remembering Su Yun's unfathomable background and wealth, he could only force the anger back down.

Yu Xiaogang busied himself for a long time, feeding Tang San medicine and injecting his own meager soul power. Finally, he confirmed that Tang San had only suffered some external injuries; the real issue was that he had fainted from a surge of anger and grief caused by some extreme psychological trauma.

Once he was certain Tang San's life was not in danger, the arrogance of an elder and a "Grandmaster" reclaimed its throne in Yu Xiaogang's heart.

He stood up abruptly, turned to look at Su Yun, his eyes burning with fury, and roared in a harsh, threatening tone:

"Absurd! This is absolutely absurd!"

Yu Xiaogang pointed at Su Yun's nose, spittle flying:

"Su Yun! Do you have any idea what the inner circle of the Star Dou Forest is? It's a forbidden zone that even a Title Douluo wouldn't dare claim victory in easily!

You children, without a teacher to lead you, actually dared to take San deep inside on your own?

If something had gone wrong, who could bear the responsibility? You are murdering the future of the Spirit Master World!"

Flender, standing to the side, frowned and chimed in:

"Young Master Su, you were indeed reckless this time. As students, you should obey the arrangements made by the academy's teachers."

Listening to their accusations, Su Yun felt as if he had heard the greatest joke in the world. He couldn't help but let out a soft laugh, which soon grew louder, filled with mockery.

"A teacher leading the way?"

Su Yun stopped laughing and looked coldly at Yu Xiaogang:

"Relying on whom? Relying on that Immovable Wisdom King Zhao Wuji, whom I beat into a dying dog within ten moves and who is still lying in a pit somewhere whimpering?

Or relying on you, a level 29 Great Spirit Master who talks about theory all day long but can't even beat a village chief in actual combat?"

"You... you!"

Yu Xiaogang was slapped across the face by Su Yun's sharp words, his old face turning beet red with shame and indignation.

"Soul power level doesn't represent everything! I am invincible in theory! Knowledge is power! Without my guidance, even if you possess top-tier martial souls, you will only take detours and eventually end up mediocre!"

He straightened his thin chest, striking a pose as if he were pointing out the destiny of the world:

"With me, San can reach the maximum potential of his Twin Martial Souls. As for you, you will only lead them to their deaths!"

"Invincible in theory?"

Su Yun raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

He walked slowly toward Yu Xiaogang, his aura growing stronger with every step he took.

"Since the Grandmaster claims to have seen through the truths of the spirit world, why don't you explain my current state to everyone?"

As the words fell, golden light erupted from Su Yun's body!

"Hum—!"

A sacred, vast, and absolutely oppressive aura exploded instantly.

In the horrified gazes of Yu Xiaogang and Flender, four soul rings, exceeding all conventional proportions, rose slowly beneath Su Yun's feet.

But what was most shocking was that behind Su Yun, eight golden slits of light suddenly tore open!

Then, eight pure white, sacred Light Wings covered in fine golden feathers unfurled with a boom!

As the wings spread, holy fire swirled around them, not only illuminating the surrounding forest as if it were broad daylight but also exerting a pressure that purified all evil, forcing Yu Xiaogang to collapse onto the ground.

"This... this is an External Soul Bone?!"

Flender shrieked, sensing the terrifying energy contained within those wings.

Su Yun hovered in mid-air, looking down at Yu Xiaogang from above, his tone flat yet filled with soul-crushing mockery:

"Master, you just said your theories were invincible? Then explain this: I just absorbed a sinister, highly toxic, and malevolent Human-Faced Demon Spider, so why did it grow into Light Wings that represent divinity and purification?"

Yu Xiaogang was completely stunned.

His pride and joy, the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Souls, clearly stated:

The absorption of a Soul Ring must be attribute-compatible, and the output of a soul beast must inevitably follow its origin.

How could a soul beast as evil to the bone as a Human-Faced Demon Spider produce light wings with a divine attribute?

This completely overturned decades of his research; it was like being slapped in the face in public, and not just once, but eight hundred times over!

"This... this is unscientific... this violates the mutation theory... the genetic sequence of a Human-Faced Demon Spider contains no light elements..."

Yu Xiaogang muttered in a daze, his meager vocabulary utterly incapable of explaining the miracle before his eyes.

"Can't explain it?"

Su Yun sneered, his figure slowly descending. The eight wings behind him flapped gently, the resulting gale sending Yu Xiaogang tumbling across the ground in a pathetic display.

"You can't even grasp the most basic concepts of mutation and evolution, yet you dare to call yourself a Master?

Those so-called theories of yours are nothing more than defective scraps dug out from piles of old paper. They might be enough to fool a bumpkin like Tang San who hasn't seen the world, but in my eyes, that stuff is too stiff even to be used as toilet paper."

Su Yun walked up to Yu Xiaogang, bent down, and whispered into his ear:

"Your theories can't save Tang San, and they can't save you either. Spirit Hall kicking you out was the wisest decision they ever made."

"Because you are nothing but a fraud and a joke."

Yu Xiaogang's face turned from red to green, then from green to purple. A sudden sweetness rose in his throat, and with a 'wah,' he spat out another mouthful of blood.

He had spent his entire life curating his persona as the embodiment of wisdom, but today, Su Yun had ground his self-esteem into dust with the cold, hard truth.

At this moment, Tang San slowly regained consciousness on the stretcher.

The moment he opened his eyes, he happened to see the divine and peerless sight of Su Yun, and he heard Su Yun's words about the Human-Faced Demon Spider growing light wings.

Tang San's heart contracted violently.

As a master of Crane-Controlling Dragon-Capturing, he could sense that what flowed within those wings was clearly something connected to his own bloodline—a destiny that should have belonged to him!

That was his cheat!

That was his backbone!

That was the foundation of his original plan to be invincible under the heavens!

But now, not only had Su Yun stolen his cheat, but he had also berated his most respected teacher as a mere sweet-potato farmer right in front of him.

"Su... Yun..."

Tang San opened his mouth, wanting to spit out a harsh threat, but seeing the majestic light wings behind Su Yun and thinking of his own current state as a grounded chicken, a sense of powerless despair and extreme humiliation rushed to his brain.

"Gah--!"

Tang San rolled his eyes back, a strange sound escaping his throat. Before he could even let out a fart, he fainted again from sheer rage.

Su Yun retracted his light wings, not even bothering to glance at the pair of master and disciple again. He turned and waved nonchalantly at the stunned Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing:

"Let's go. It smells too much like sweet potatoes here. Let's head to Suotuo City for a good meal and wash our eyes."

Under the setting sun, Su Yun walked away with the beauties, leaving behind only two men disheveled in the cold wind, and a Son of Destiny twitching in his coma.