Questioning the Theory!

Lin Xia clearly detected the faint fluctuation of the cold aura emanating from Bibi Dong!

Like catching a glimmer of starlight in the darkness, a sharp light instantly flashed in his eyes!

It worked!

It worked!

The root of the teacher's Inner Demon is that damned Yu Xiaogang!

This slight improvement is the strongest evidence of his revenge plan!

"Yu Xiaogang..."

Lin Xia silently pondered the name in his heart, his killing intent solidified like ancient Mystic Ice.

"Just wait, tonight I will make you suffer humiliation and wish you were dead, despised by thousands!"

Just then, a slight commotion arose at the entrance to the main hall.

Wearing a faded gray robe, Yu Xiaogang walked in, surrounded by the Shrek group, looking slightly reserved but with his back straight.

His usually stern and somber face was now slightly flushed with excitement and an unconscious air of reserve and arrogance. Tang San followed closely behind, his sharp eyes quickly sweeping across the entire scene, his brows furrowed as if assessing the danger lurking beneath the unusually lively atmosphere.

Dai Mubai, Ning Rongrong, and the others could not hide their curiosity and excitement.

"Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang has arrived!"

The waiter's clear voice Infiltrator the noise with remarkable force.

Instantly, countless gazes in the hall, filled with curiosity, scrutiny, or undisguised inquiry, all focused on Yu Xiaogang.

What exactly was the purpose of the "theoretical Grandmaster" personally invited by His Crown Prince?

Whispers spread like ripples on water.

Qian Renxue (Xue Qinghe) rose gracefully from the main seat, her smile flawless, exuding the gentleness and majesty unique to the Crown Prince of the Empire.

"It is a great honor to have Grandmaster Yu here. Gentlemen, please take your seats."

The banquet began with the melodious sounds of string and wind instruments played by court musicians.

Exquisite delicacies were served in a flowing stream, and fine wines rippled in luminous cups.

Amidst the clinking of glasses, the nobles discussed romance and matters of their territories, while the commoner scholars cautiously exchanged their views.

Lin Xia sat below Qian Renxue, a position of great prestige.

He was relaxed, his slender fingers gently twirling the rim of the luminous cup, his eyes deep, as if admiring a dynamic portrait of the powerful and wealthy.

His gaze occasionally swept across the gap in the screen, confirming that the black figure stood calmly, but more often it drifted toward Shrek's table, like cold threads Wrap around Yu Xiaogang.

Yu Xiaogang sat upright, striving to maintain the composed demeanor of a "Grandmaster," accepting polite toasts from several nobles at the neighboring table.

He could feel the gazes, both overt and covert, coming from all directions. The meanings in those gazes were complex and difficult to discern, but the flame of vanity in his heart, fueled by the appreciation of the Crown Prince of the Empire, burned ever brighter, almost scorching through the mask of composure he had been carefully maintaining.

Time flowed quietly amidst the aroma of wine and the sounds of music.

As the banquet reached its climax and the atmosphere was at its most enjoyable, Hu Liena, sitting on the other side of Lin Xia, with her alluring fox-like eyes sparkling, suddenly covered her mouth and let out a soft gasp of surprise that was just right.

The sound wasn't loud, but it strangely attracted the attention of guests at several nearby tables.

"Oops."

Her voice was soft and melodious, tinged with a hint of confusion.

"Just now, I heard several scholars discussing the views expressed in Grandmaster book, 'The Martial Soul Mutation Atlas,' saying that the development trajectory of Mutated Martial Soul is completely unpredictable... However, my Martial Soul, the Demon Fox, is clearly a benign mutation and advancement of the ordinary Red Fox Martial Soul. Its subsequent cultivation direction and potential limit have been meticulously recorded in the Spirit Hall archives for hundreds of years."

She smiled sweetly, as if she were merely asking a casual question.

"Grandmaster, your theory doesn't seem to cover these types of mutations with clear evolutionary lines? Or are isolated cases insufficient to overturn your conclusion?"

She blinked, her tone innocent and naive, yet it was like an invisible needle, precisely piercing the most fundamental argument of "unpredictability" in Yu Xiaogang's theoretical system.

The hall fell silent for a moment.

Many Soul Master and scholars put down their chopsticks and looked intently at Yu Xiaogang.

Yu Xiaogang's expression stiffened slightly.

Hu Liena's throwing problem was extremely tricky and basic, directly questioning one of the cornerstones of his theory.

After all, Yu Xiaogang has published far more than just the ten major theories!

There are many more!

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, and said in a deep voice:

"What this young lady described is a special case of benign, directed mutation! Martial Soul Mutation are as numerous as the ocean, and the vast majority, especially malignant or unknown mutations, still have an uncertain development trajectory!"

"The core of my statement about 'unpredictability' refers to those strange variants that lack reference points and whose patterns are unclear! This is a consensus in the academic community!"

His voice carried the anger of someone whose theoretical authority had been disturbed, and an undeniable emphasis.

However, before Yu Xiaogang could finish speaking, an even louder, mocking young voice boomed out like a thunderclap!

"Consensus? Hahaha!"

Yan suddenly stood up, his burly body exuding a Pressure. He pointed at Yu Xiaogang without any politeness, his voice echoing throughout the entire hall.

"Old man, your theoretical knowledge is truly impressive! According to your theories, one of my Spirit Hall's deacons possesses the rare 'Bone-Eroding Vine,' a Martial Soul naturally imbued with deadly Toxic. According to your 'Soul Master Potential Theory,' ' Martial Soul Master with Toxic spirits will not live past thirty due to Martial Soul Backlash, and their potential is destined to be limited'? Bullshit!"

He was spitting and speaking aggressively.

"He's sixty-five years old now, with Soul Power of seventy-eight! He's a renowned assault specialist in the Temple Knight Order! He's much more robust than you!"

"His control over his Martial Soul and his mastery of Toxic have even been praised by Titled Douluo! What kind of nonsense is this? You almost ruined a pillar of our Spirit Hall!"

"Whoosh--!"

The entire audience erupted in uproar!

Yan's accusations were extremely specific and directly related to the Spirit Hall's cases, making them very significant!

Yu Xiaogang's face, which had been flushed with excitement, instantly lost all color and turned deathly pale!

"You... you're spouting nonsense!"

Yu Xiaogang was so angry that he trembled all over, pointing at Yan...

"Case details! Specific names! Without evidence, it's slander!"

"Slander?"

An old, cold voice, filled with endless resentment and sarcasm, seemed to drift from the deepest hell, instantly freezing the air in the entire hall!

A faint, chilling, pale green mist had somehow appeared at the entrance to the hall.

In the mist, a tall, thin, sinister old man with green hair and green eyes appeared silently, like Ghost type.

Poison Douluo, Dugu Bo!

His eyes, like those of a venomous snake, were fixed on Yu Xiaogang, the hatred surging within them almost tangible.

"Yu Xiaogang!"

Dugu Bo's voice was hoarse, each word sounding like icicles rubbing together.

"My granddaughter, Dugu Yan! Her previous Martial Soul, the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Martial Soul, was also sentenced to death in your nonsensical 'Poison Martial Soul Origin Theory', with 'low potential, uncontrollable backlash, and ultimately to be devoured by the Martial Soul '?! Wasn't that right?!"