"Gangzi, say something!"
Song Ye had truly gone all out to shatter his mother's superstitious authority.
He continued provoking Yu Xiaogang, looking at him with a cold sneer as he questioned him:
"Aren't you a theory master? You personally admitted the maximum age limit for absorbing Soul Rings, down to the exact year."
"Then take a look. Is my Thousand-Year Soul Ring fully ripe or not?"
He continued speaking, but Yu Xiaogang was already dumbfounded, with only his lips opening and closing soundlessly.
Yet Yu Xiaogang knew that he could not avoid answering this question.
In the end, he gritted his teeth and still refused to admit it.
"Y-you... Don't think you can slander this master with such tricks!"
"Since ancient times, no one has ever absorbed a Thousand-Year Soul Ring as their first ring. Xiao San, don't let him deceive you. If you don't believe me, ask the people around you. There has never been a first ring that was a thousand years old."
"This must be some kind of illusion-type or simulation-type Soul Skill!"
"I never expected that by publicizing Martial Soul theory, I, Yu Xiaogang, would offend so many people's interests, enough for people like you to come specifically after me."
"You little bastard, do you think this method of yours can prove that this master's theories are flawed? Anyone can see that you're faking it!"
To be fair, a Thousand-Year Soul Ring as a first ring was indeed eye-catching, but it was also enough to invite suspicion.
Even Tang San, upon hearing this, could not help wondering whether the person opposite him had deliberately come to slander his teacher.
Only Song Ye remained unhurried. He slowly withdrew his Soul Ring and said calmly:
"A person pretending to sleep can never be awakened."
"You're Tang San, right? The fact that you could take Yu Xiaogang as your teacher says enough about your intelligence."
"I can't be bothered to list every logical flaw in Yu Xiaogang's theories."
"I'll only say this: after becoming his disciple, he must have told you his proudest line—'There are no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters,' right?"
Song Ye asked Tang San. Although Tang San remained wary, he also wanted to know whether his teacher was truly good or bad.
Tang San nodded and asked in return, "Is there something wrong with that statement?"
Song Ye chuckled. "Your teacher Yu Xiaogang possesses the Martial Soul Luo Sanpao and has never been able to break through level 30 in his entire life."
"For a Soul Master, Soul Power Level is the standard that determines whether one is useless."
"In that case, is your teacher's Martial Soul useless, or is he himself useless?"
Song Ye spoke with a smile, looking at Tang San with anticipation and mockery.
Upon hearing this, Tang San immediately fell silent in stunned confusion.
Never able to break through level 30 in his entire life. There were no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters.
Tang San instantly sensed the problem and hurriedly looked toward Yu Xiaogang.
Yu Xiaogang felt lingering fear upon hearing it, cold sweat pouring down his back.
He had never expected that even his famous saying could have its flaw seized upon by this brat.
"Th-this..."
Yu Xiaogang could not answer again and could only look at Tang San.
Thus, master and disciple simply stared at each other.
However, Yu Xiaogang's eyes revealed nervous panic, while Tang San's gaze carried doubt and questioning.
Yu Xiaogang panicked again and shouted through gritted teeth:
"Xiao San, don't let him influence you!"
"I-I, how could I possibly be a useless Soul Master? I'm a master of the theoretical world!"
"This brat came specifically to slander your teacher. Xiao San, don't fall for his tricks!"
"But Teacher, what you said really..." Tang San still frowned.
At this point, there was the issue of Soul Ring age limits, as well as the matter of useless Martial Souls.
No matter how much Tang San wished to believe Yu Xiaogang, he had to admit that Song Ye had raised questions Yu Xiaogang could not refute even once.
Had he truly chosen the wrong teacher?
Could this Yu Xiaogang really be useless? Had he misjudged him?
Seeing Tang San react this way, Yu Xiaogang flew into a rage.
"Damn it, it's all because of you, you little bastard!"
"You dare slander this master and sow discord between master and disciple? I think you're courting death!"
"I, I..."
"This master will definitely teach you a proper lesson!"
As he spoke, Yu Xiaogang swiftly summoned his Martial Soul to prove himself.
In an instant, the pig-like Luo Sanpao appeared.
If he could not solve Song Ye's questions, then he would solve Song Ye, the person who had raised them!
Yu Xiaogang did not believe that killing Song Ye would fail to bring Tang San back to his side.
"You little bastard, this master will never forgive you!"
"Thunderous Fart, Heaven-Shattering Luo Sanpao!!"
As soon as the words fell, Yu Xiaogang had already gathered his Soul Power. The Luo Sanpao beneath his feet likewise flashed with a Soul Ring as it prepared to attack.
However, at this critical moment, Bibi Dong finally understood.
"Who dares touch my son!"
"Not even you!"
Although Bibi Dong liked Yu Xiaogang, Song Ye was now her only son.
Even Gangzi, the man she loved most, had no right to harm Song Ye.
The next instant, Bibi Dong released her pressure on the spot.
Though she did not summon her Martial Soul, the terrifying pressure of a Titled Douluo was enough to withstand a Soul Grandmaster's full-force attack.
The next second, the projectile fired by Luo Sanpao toward Song Ye was dispersed by Bibi Dong's pressure in the blink of an eye!
"Yu Xiaogang, you call yourself a theory master in the Martial Soul world. Just because a child pointed out problems in your theories, you want to attack him?"
Bibi Dong questioned him with a trace of heartache:
"Doesn't that only prove what the child said? Doesn't it prove that you're lashing out in desperation?"
"Could it be that your Martial Soul theories were truly plagiarized, or riddled with flaws?!"
"Aren't you a theory master?!"
Bibi Dong shouted these words partly to protect Song Ye.
On the other hand, she had been standing to the side, watching as Song Ye pointed out one problem after another.
From the very first question, when Bibi Dong saw Yu Xiaogang unable to answer, she had felt that something was wrong.
After all these years, Bibi Dong still had feelings for Yu Xiaogang, but they had gradually faded with time.
Now, even her six-year-old son could point out flaws in Yu Xiaogang's theories.
Bibi Dong did not want to admit it, but she could only accept that the Yu Xiaogang she had once admired probably truly had problems with his theories.
Not to mention that Yu Xiaogang wanted to hurt Song Ye—she absolutely would not allow it!
At that moment, Bibi Dong stared fixedly at this former lover, her emotions incomparably complicated.
She watched Yu Xiaogang lose his temper. She watched him resort to violence when he could not win an argument.
Bibi Dong could only feel that the once high-spirited Yu Xiaogang, who had sworn to the whole world that he would prove himself through theory, had changed...
Perhaps that was also the power of time. Or perhaps Yu Xiaogang had never been as outstanding as she had once believed.
As Bibi Dong looked at him, she felt both wistful and disappointed.
Even Yu Xiaogang himself was stunned after Bibi Dong stopped the attack he had launched with Luo Sanpao.
Yu Xiaogang looked at her in astonishment and said:
"Y-you're at least a Soul Emperor?"
He pointed at Bibi Dong.
For some reason, as he looked at the slightly disguised Bibi Dong, he felt an inexplicable sense of inferiority and familiarity.
It was as though his ugly side had been seen through by someone very important.
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