The Difference Was Clear

Yu Xiaogang read Yu Xiaogang's work from beginning to end.

But the result left him deeply disappointed.

Within those theories, he saw many facts long established by powerful figures, as well as conclusions recorded in the libraries of the sects and Spirit Hall.

Rather than saying that the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul was Yu Xiaogang's original work, it would be more accurate to say that Yu Xiaogang had merely summarized and organized existing material, added some of his own views, and released it under his own name.

But were his views truly useful?

They might be enough to fool some Ordinary Soul Masters and low-level Soul Masters.

But if someone truly wanted him to guide their cultivation?

They were dreaming.

Yu Xiaogang had not even broken through Level 30.

If someone had never reached that level themselves, there were many insights, experiences, and details they simply could not explain.

Let alone tailor their teaching to each person's differences?

All Yu Xiaogang could rely on were the books and examples he had once read.

Using those as references, he gave others half-understood guidance.

Some things could not be achieved through such methods.

The most direct example was Xie Yue.

Through his own experience, knowledge, and resources, Yu Xiaogang could barely raise Xie Yue's second Soul Ring to the thousand-year level.

Give Yu Xiaogang the same resources and have him train Xie Yue.

Then Xie Yue would one hundred percent end up with two hundred-year Soul Rings, and their age would not exceed the so-called "limit" Yu Xiaogang had previously mentioned.

Because Yu Xiaogang's way of thinking had long since become rigid over the years.

He was unwilling to break through that so-called "limit."

Nor could his vision reach that far.

What determined the outcome of a battle between Titled Douluo?

If you asked Yu Xiaogang, could he answer? No.

Because he had never become a Titled Douluo, nor had he ever fought one.

And those words struck directly into Yu Xiaogang's heart.

Yu Xiaogang knew better than anyone how much of that work truly belonged to him.

Cold sweat seeped from his forehead. "I..."

"Enough. Let our debate end here." Seeing Yu Xiaogang like this, Yu Xiaogang shook his head in disappointment. "My words should have already touched your soul. As for the road ahead, take care of yourself."

He no longer held any expectations for this version of himself in this world.

They were clearly the same person, so why was the gap between them so vast?

He had also written many works in his previous life, but they had not been something like the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul.

They had been things he had truly researched and created himself.

His several disciples from his previous life were the finest proof of his theories.

Nor had he focused only on geniuses with Innate Full Soul Power.

Hadn't he still nurtured disciples with weak Innate Soul Power into Soul Douluo-level powerhouses?

"There are no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters" was correct.

But it depended on how one understood it.

The true core of that statement was whether a Soul Master could fully manifest the potential of their Martial Soul.

Talent was difficult to change.

Ordinary people might never be able to broaden the limits of their talent in their entire lives.

But according to their own Martial Souls and the characteristics of those Martial Souls, they could push their talents to the utmost limit.

That was the true interpretation of this theory.

"A teacher should not use the knowledge he possesses to blind the eyes of those who come after him."

"A teacher should not value theory over practice, speak idly of grand principles, and disregard the hearts of others."

"A teacher should not trap his disciples' paths ahead with his own obsessions. Still less should he place all the regrets he failed to fulfill in his life upon the younger generation."

"To impart knowledge and teach skills, one should enlighten the mind, not bind the wings."

"A teacher should not be arrogant because of his learning, nor judge talent through prejudice."

"Theory is a guiding lamp, not shackles that bind people."

"You, take care of yourself."

Yu Xiaogang's face turned pale.

Those words were the true sword piercing his chest.

How could someone capable of saying such things possibly be a six-year-old child?

He... had not been lying...

He truly was another version of himself?!

Before those words, his rebuttals and his pride were all so pale and powerless.

Overwhelmed with shame, he fell silent.

The difference between them was immediately clear.

Seeing this, Yu Yuanzhen brought up the matter at hand. "Xiao Gang, you returned this time because...?"

"Father, I have already broken through Level 30. I returned precisely to obtain my third Soul Ring."

"So soon?!" Yu Yuanzhen could not hide the smile on his face. "Good! Good! Good!"

Watching the smile on Yu Yuanzhen's face, Yu Xiaogang felt an indescribable sense of loss.

How long had it been since his father had shown him that smile?

No... there was still a chance.

His disciple, Tang San!

As long as he could raise Tang San into a peerless powerhouse, he could prove that he was not worthless!

"I'll take you to find your third Soul Ring shortly. Xiao Gang, wait a moment." Yu Yuanzhen finished with a smile, then looked at Yu Xiaogang.

His expression abruptly changed as he spoke coldly. "And you? Why did you return to the sect this time?"

Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth. "I want to receive the cultivation resources that should have belonged to me all these years."

He already knew Tang San's identity.

The Clear Sky Douluo's son—his biological son!

And he possessed Twin Martial Souls!

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Yu Yuanzhen's face darkened like the bottom of a pot. "Didn't you run away from home on your own?"

"Over all these years, did you ever come back to see me even once?"

Yu Xiaogang truly had no other options.

When he first heard news of Yu Xiaogang, he had wanted to prove himself no matter what.

As it happened, Tang San had appeared before him as well.

But... that tiny place, Notting City, was severely lacking in resources, and its teaching strength was equally weak.

The resources in his hands... could practically be said to be nonexistent.

A mimetic cultivation site was even more out of the question.

He could not defeat high-level soul beasts either.

The last time he took Tang San to seek his first Soul Ring, he had nearly died in the jaws of a Mandala Snake.

If this continued, Tang San's cultivation speed would be far too slow.

He had to find another way.

Returning to the sect for resources while contacting Flender became his only choice now.

With cultivation resources and powerful Soul Masters, Tang San's cultivation speed would not fall behind by too much.

There would also be more diverse choices of soul beasts.

"This was my fault, Father. I apologize to you." Yu Xiaogang forced himself to apologize.

To obtain the resources that had belonged to him over all these years, he was going all out!

Otherwise, asking him to apologize?

He would rather be killed.

A small lack of patience would ruin great plans.

For his own future, he would endure for now.

"..."

Yu Yuanzhen remained silent for a long time before finally letting out a heavy sigh. "I can give you the resources."

"From this day onward, I will no longer be your father."

He was truly disappointed beyond measure in this unfilial son.

"You are also forbidden from acting under the name of the Yu Family, and you may no longer claim to be a disciple of the sect."

"Fine." Yu Xiaogang's heart trembled, but he gritted his teeth and agreed.