You Will Never Understand the World of a Genius!

"You... what did you say?!"

Yu Xiaogang jumped up as if he had been a cat with its tail stepped on. His already gaunt face turned a deep, flushed red, and the veins on his forehead throbbed violently.

He stared fixedly at Ling Xuqing, his eyes filled with disbelief and rage.

"You actually said my theories are nonsense? You actually said you have no interest?!"

Yu Xiaogang's voice turned sharp and piercing from extreme agitation. He pointed at Ling Xuqing's nose, his finger trembling violently. "Ignorant! Simply too ignorant! Do you know how much heart and blood I have poured into researching these theories? You little brat, what do you know about the spirit master system?!"

"How can this person be so annoying!"

Inside the sea of consciousness, Xiao Wu was trembling with anger.

Her originally lively and cute eyes were now wide open, and her pink fists were clenched so tightly they creaked.

"Xuqing, let me out! Let me out to beat him up!" Xiao Wu roared frantically in Ling Xuqing's mind. "I've lived for so many years, and I've never seen someone so thick-skinned and persistent! He's spouting such utter nonsense, yet he dares to stand there and lecture you! I want to use my Eight-Stage Drop to smash him into a meat patty!"

A Yin, standing to the side, was not as volatile as Xiao Wu, but her gentle eyes were filled with frost.

She looked at Yu Xiaogang coldly and said softly:

"Xuqing, this person is not only arrogant but also completely lacks self-awareness. The spirit power in his body is chaotic and messy; he cannot even control his own spirit, yet he dares to call himself a master. If you do not wish to waste more breath on him, I can bind him with Blue Silver Grass."

Facing the anger of the two girls, Ling Xuqing gently soothed them in his heart.

"Xiao Wu, A Yin, don't be angry. Dealing with a person like this doesn't require you to dirty your hands."

Ling Xuqing's gaze turned completely cold.

He had originally intended to give this so-called "Master" some face, considering that in the original story, the man at least held the title of "Invincible in Theory."

But since the man was so ungrateful and aggressive, there was no need for him to show any more mercy.

Ling Xuqing took a step forward. Despite his six-year-old stature, he radiated a heart-palpitating sense of oppression.

He looked directly into Yu Xiaogang's bloodshot, angry eyes. His voice was not loud, but every word was like a blade, mercilessly tearing through the veil of Yu Xiaogang's hypocrisy:

"Master, since you consider yourself a master of theory, you should know that tool spirits, especially top-tier tool spirits, all follow the power-attack path!"

Ling Xuqing did not speak quickly, but every sentence struck Yu Xiaogang's heart like a heavy hammer.

"What is the core of the power-attack path? It's stacking attack power and burst damage! Would I be crazy to choose a control flow that comes with poison and binding? Is that of any use to me? If I have a gun, are you going to make me learn how to entangle people with vines? Is your brain pinched by a door, or were you kicked by a spirit beast?"

Yu Xiaogang was stunned by this rapid-fire questioning. Just as he wanted to retort, Ling Xuqing cut him off directly.

"Also, what did you just say? The first spirit ring limit should not exceed four hundred and twenty-three years?"

A look of undisguised mockery curled the corners of Ling Xuqing's mouth: "I don't know where you got that conclusion from. Just because others can't do it doesn't mean a true genius can't. What I want to tell you is that the world of a genius is not something you can imagine!"

Ling Xuqing's gaze swept over Yu Xiaogang, filled with pity and disdain: "You are a twenty-ninth-level Great Spirit Master who hasn't even broken through to the third spirit ring at fifty years old. What do you have to guide me with? Your theories that exist only on paper?"

"You keep saying, 'There are no trash spirits, only trash spirit masters.' Fine, since you love researching mutated spirits so much, why don't you figure out your own Luo Sanpao spirit first! You can't even handle your own spirit, and you dare to stand here and shamelessly lecture others?"

As these words fell, Yu Xiaogang's face turned the color of a pig's liver.

"You... you..."

Yu Xiaogang pointed at Ling Xuqing, his lips trembling, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time.

The self-esteem he took pride in, the "Master" halo he had painstakingly cultivated, were being trampled under the feet of a six-year-old child at this moment, ground into the dirt.

"You are spouting nonsense!" Yu Xiaogang finally regained his composure and roared hysterically, "My theories have been verified by countless spirit masters! Exceeding the spirit ring absorption limit or choosing the wrong spirit beast is a waste of talent! It can even lead to death by explosion! You'll regret it when that happens!"

"Verified?" Ling Xuqing laughed out loud, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

"Fine then, Master Yu. Since you say your theories have been verified, I would like to ask you a few questions."

Ling Xuqing crossed his arms, his eyes sharp as knives:

"May I ask, since you say your theories are verified, why is the first ring four hundred years, the second seven or eight hundred, and the third a thousand? Will exceeding them really cause one to explode?"

"But have you ever thought about one question?" Ling Xuqing suddenly stepped forward, his aura rising sharply. "What if a person is born with a powerful physical body and soul? What if their innate physical, spiritual, and mental attributes far exceed those of ordinary people, even surpassing the physique of some Spirit Elders or even Spirit Ancestors? Can they not absorb a thousand-year spirit ring as their first?"

"This..."

Yu Xiaogang was completely stunned.

His brain seemed to have crashed at this moment; his mouth hung slightly open, his eyes filled with shock and confusion.

He had never considered this question.

In his understanding, the age of a spirit ring was fixed—it was an iron law, an insurmountable chasm.

But... but what if a person's base attributes were strong enough?

"You... what do you mean!"

Yu Xiaogang's voice trembled. He found that he could not refute the words of this six-year-old child.

Ling Xuqing looked at Yu Xiaogang's dazed expression and sneered in his heart.

"I don't mean anything."

Ling Xuqing said indifferently, "What I want to express is that you can treat a spirit and a spirit master as a container for spirit power. They don't have to wait until they are Spirit Elders to absorb thousand-year rings, nor do they have to wait until they are Spirit Kings or Spirit Emperors to absorb ten-thousand-year rings. As long as their physical body, mental power, and other base attributes are stacked high enough and strong enough, they can absorb thousand-year or even ten-thousand-year rings!"

Ling Xuqing's eyes flashed with confident light: "Therefore, your theory is only suitable for ordinary people. You will never understand the world of a true genius!"

"Besides..." Ling Xuqing paused, a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "Isn't your theory just a defective product stolen from Spirit Hall? You haven't even researched it thoroughly yourself, yet you dare to show it off?"

"You--!!!"

Yu Xiaogang's face turned from green to white, his chest heaving violently as if he might pass out at any moment.

Everything he took pride in seemed so ridiculous and fragile in front of this six-year-old child!

"Brat, you are courting death!!!"

Yu Xiaogang finally broke down.

He roared and slammed his hands onto the spirit tool at his waist.

"Boom--"

A pink light erupted from his body, and immediately after, a round, pink pig appeared in front of him.

"Luo Sanpao!"

Two yellow spirit rings rose from beneath Yu Xiaogang's feet, appearing particularly glaring in the sunset.

"Heaven-Shattering, Earth-Splitting—Luo Sanpao!!!"

Yu Xiaogang's eyes were bloodshot as he pointed at Ling Xuqing and roared hysterically.

However, before his words could finish, Ling Xuqing's figure had already disappeared.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound echoed.

Ling Xuqing didn't even release his spirit or spirit skills; he simply lifted his right leg and kicked Yu Xiaogang in the chest.

"Pfft--"

Yu Xiaogang felt a force like a surging sea hit his chest, and he flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

He traced a graceful arc in the air before crashing heavily onto the grass over ten meters away, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Pfft--"

Yu Xiaogang spat out a mouthful of blood, collapsing limply on the ground, his eyes rolling back, his face full of disbelief.

"You... you..."

He pointed a trembling finger at Ling Xuqing, his voice as weak as a mosquito's.

"You are a tenth-level spirit master... you haven't even attached a spirit ring... how could you kick me, a twenty-ninth-level Great Spirit Master, away with one blow..."

"This is impossible... this is impossible..."

Yu Xiaogang's worldview collapsed completely at this moment.

The spirit power level he took pride in, the theories he took pride in—they couldn't even last a single round against this six-year-old child!

Ling Xuqing retracted his right leg and brushed the non-existent dust off his trousers.

He looked down at Yu Xiaogang, who was sprawled on the ground, his eyes filled with indifference.

"There is nothing impossible about it."

Ling Xuqing said calmly: "I told you, you will never understand the world of a genius."

"You should go back and figure out your Luo Sanpao first; stop misleading people here."

Having said that, Ling Xuqing ignored the middle-aged man who had completely broken down on the ground.

He turned around and walked with light steps toward the academy gate, accompanied by the cheering Xiao Wu and the tender-eyed A Yin within his sea of consciousness.