Angrily Confronting Yu Xiaogang

The Feng Clan.

In Feng Xiaoyuan's small courtyard.

At that moment, Feng Xiaoyuan was lying on his bed.

He was still toying with the Soul Power Pistol in his hand.

Grey Wolf, meanwhile, was researching something else.

Just then, a knock suddenly sounded from outside the door.

"Second Young Master."

"The Clan Head requests your presence in the council hall."

Feng Xiaoyuan froze slightly.

"The council hall?"

Why was he being summoned at this hour?

"Got it."

The attendant outside withdrew respectfully.

Grey Wolf sidled over.

"Could it be that the Feng Clan is preparing to reward this king?"

Feng Xiaoyuan rolled his eyes.

"You're overthinking it."

With that, he tucked the Soul Power Pistol into his robe.

Then he headed toward the council hall.

Feng Clan Council Hall.

At that moment, the hall was filled with the Feng Clan's upper ranks.

On the main seat, Feng Yan's expression was calm.

The elders on both sides were all present.

And in the center of the hall

stood two figures.

A middle-aged man stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his expression arrogant.

Though his features were ordinary, he carried an air of superiority.

It was Yu Xiaogang.

Behind him

stood a black-haired youth.

Tang San.

At that moment, Yu Xiaogang wore a faint smile.

But inwardly, he was extremely excited.

An externally manifested Martial Soul.

Innate full soul power.

A genius like this—

if he could take him as a disciple, then in the future, his theories would surely shake the entire continent.

Just then, a voice came from outside the door.

"The Second Young Master has arrived!"

Everyone looked over at the same time.

Feng Xiaoyuan slowly walked into the hall.

The moment he entered the door, he saw Yu Xiaogang, as well as Tang San standing behind him.

Feng Xiaoyuan's steps immediately paused.

What the hell?

That hairstyle.

Why did it look more and more familiar the longer he stared?

Then, his gaze fell on the youth behind the man.

The boy looked about the same age as him.

Black hair, black eyes.

His expression was so steady he did not seem like a child.

Now and then, a trace of maturity that did not match his age flickered through his eyes.

Seeing this, Feng Xiaoyuan's heart instantly filled with amusement.

The timeline matched.

The hairstyle matched.

The pendant behind him matched too.

If he had not guessed wrong, the middle-aged man with the Mediterranean hairstyle before him

should be the famous theoretical master of Douluo Continent, Yu Xiaogang.

And that prematurely solemn-looking guy behind him

was naturally the future Sea God and Asura God, Tang San.

Thinking of this, Feng Xiaoyuan immediately grew interested.

He had finally seen them in the flesh.

One was a man called a theoretical master by countless readers, and the other was God King Tang, who loved sentencing others to the path of death.

As for Yu Xiaogang, after seeing Feng Xiaoyuan, a flash of fervor immediately crossed his eyes.

Such a genius.

He had to take him in!

With that thought, Yu Xiaogang was the first to speak.

"You are Feng Xiaoyuan?"

Feng Xiaoyuan nodded.

"That's me."

Yu Xiaogang gave a slight nod.

His expression was indifferent, as though he were an elder appraising a junior.

"Not bad."

"Your talent far surpasses ordinary people."

"You are qualified to become my disciple."

As soon as these words came out, the hall fell slightly quiet.

The expressions of quite a few Feng Clan elders turned somewhat strange.

He wanted to take him as a disciple right away?

Without even asking?

Feng Xiaoyuan almost laughed out loud.

As expected of Yu Xiaogang.

Still that confident.

"Become your disciple?"

Feng Xiaoyuan deliberately looked puzzled.

"Are you a Title Douluo?"

Yu Xiaogang's expression froze.

Clearly, he had not expected to be asked that.

Then he said proudly, "Across the entire continent,"

"no one understands Martial Souls better than I do."

"Your Martial Soul is extremely special."

"Only I can guide your cultivation."

Feng Xiaoyuan blinked.

"Really?"

Yu Xiaogang nodded.

"Of course."

Feng Xiaoyuan suddenly smiled.

"Then I have a few questions I'd like to ask you, Master."

Yu Xiaogang clasped his hands behind his back.

He looked every bit the lofty expert.

"Ask whatever you like."

"First."

Feng Xiaoyuan asked seriously, "Master, what is your title?"

Yu Xiaogang's face stiffened slightly.

"I am not a Title Douluo."

"Then have you broken through to Soul Douluo?"

"No."

"Soul Sage?"

"No."

"Soul Emperor?"

"No."

"Soul King?"

"No."

"Soul Ancestor?"

"No."

"Soul Elder?"

"Even less so."

The hall grew quieter and quieter.

The expressions of the Feng Clan elders gradually became fascinating.

Feng Xiaoyuan continued asking, "Then what makes you think,"

"that someone who isn't even a Soul Elder"

"can guide a future Title Douluo?"

Boom!

The hall instantly fell into dead silence.

Yu Xiaogang's face darkened slightly.

"Theory has nothing to do with strength."

"Although my strength is not great."

"But my theories are the most profound on the entire continent."

Feng Xiaoyuan looked as if he had suddenly understood.

"So that's how it is."

"Then, Grandmaster."

"Have your theories been verified?"

Yu Xiaogang nodded proudly.

"Naturally."

"The Ten Core Competencies of Martial Souls are proof."

Feng Xiaoyuan continued pressing him.

"How many Title Douluo took part in verifying them?"

Yu Xiaogang froze.

"None."

"Soul Douluo?"

"None."

"Soul Sages?"

"None."

"Soul Emperors?"

"None."

"Soul Kings?"

"None."

As each question was thrown out, Yu Xiaogang's expression grew increasingly ugly.

Feng Xiaoyuan, however, looked completely serious.

"Grandmaster."

"If no one has verified them,"

"why are they called theories?"

"Why can't they be called conjectures?"

One sentence

made the entire hall explode.

Many elders had already begun whispering among themselves.

That made sense.

If no one had verified them, then weren't they just guesses?

Veins began to throb on Yu Xiaogang's forehead.

Yet Feng Xiaoyuan did not stop.

"Grandmaster also has another famous saying."

"There are no trash martial souls,"

"only trash soul masters."

"Correct?"

Yu Xiaogang immediately nodded.

"Correct."

"That is my core theory."

Feng Xiaoyuan spoke again.

"Then let me ask."

"Which is stronger, Blue Silver Grass or the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon?"

Yu Xiaogang fell silent.

"Martial souls cannot be compared like that."

Feng Xiaoyuan continued asking.

"Which is stronger, the Clear Sky Hammer or a hoe?"

"Which is stronger, the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda or a wooden stick?"

One question after another.

Yu Xiaogang's expression had darkened to the extreme.

Because of these questions.

He simply could not answer them.

Or rather.

No matter how he answered, he would be slapping himself in the face.

Feng Xiaoyuan asked one final question:

"Since Martial Souls can be strong or weak."

"Why say there are no trash Martial Souls?"

"Isn't that self-contradictory?"

Boom!

The hall fell completely silent.

At that moment, the way everyone from the Feng Clan looked at Yu Xiaogang changed.

Originally, they had thought Yu Xiaogang was a master of theory.

But after listening to him now.

Why did it feel like his arguments were full of holes?

Just then.

An untimely burst of loud laughter suddenly rang out.

"Hahahahahaha!"

Grey Wolf had slipped out at some point.

Clutching his belly, he rolled all over the floor.

"This king is dying of laughter!"

"You've never even flown a plane yourself!"

"And you actually want to teach others how to build a spaceship!"

"Hahahaha!"

Feng Xiaoyuan forcibly held back his laughter.

Many of the younger Feng Clan members had already lowered their heads.

Their shoulders shook wildly.

Clearly, holding it in was extremely difficult.

Yu Xiaogang's face was ashen.

His fists clenched tightly.

This was a humiliation he had never suffered in his life.

And just then.

Tang San, standing behind him, had long since gone red-eyed, panting like an ox.

In his heart.

Yu Xiaogang was not only his teacher.

He was more like a father.

Now Feng Xiaoyuan actually dared humiliate his teacher like this.

A cold light flickered in Tang San's eyes.

A sentence silently surfaced in his mind.

"Feng Xiaoyuan, you already have a path to death."