Tang San Was a Guinea Pig!

The moment Tang San heard that Xiao Wu felt unwell, his displeasure vanished, replaced by a face full of worry.

"Xiao Wu, how are you feeling? Is it serious?"

Seeing Tang San's anxious expression, Xiao Wu's disgust faded too, and sweetness filled her heart.

Gu Rong, who stood beside Ning Rongrong watching the show, heard the commotion inside Shrek Academy and glanced over.

He failed to notice anything, however.

"Of course I know! Don't all those still fall into these two broad categories?

I simply didn't write them out in detail. That doesn't mean I don't know."

Yu Xiaogang quickly found a loophole in Sunday's question. Not writing it doesn't mean I don't know. As long as I say I know, what can you do about it?

Seeing Yu Xiaogang acting like a dead pig unafraid of boiling water, Sunday couldn't be bothered to argue with him.

His so-called Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul were riddled with problems anyway.

"Is that so? Then what about your statement that martial souls are inherited from either the father or the mother?"

"What's wrong with that? Isn't that how martial souls are inherited?"

Yu Xiaogang frowned, unable to understand what Sunday meant, but he was delighted now.

He had finally won a round against Sunday, so he didn't think it through carefully.

Hearing Yu Xiaogang's question, Sunday's mouth twitched.

"There's certainly nothing wrong with that statement, but there's something seriously wrong with the person who wrote it!"

As Sunday spoke, he looked at Ning Fengzhi and Xue Qinghe.

"Do Your Highness and Sect Master Ning know where the problem lies?"

"Well..."

Xue Qinghe and Ning Fengzhi exchanged a glance. They had been too busy watching the show. When had they stopped to consider where the problem lay?

"If your martial soul wasn't inherited from your parents, then it would be... Oh."

Ning Rongrong, who stood to the side, suddenly spoke up. If someone's martial soul wasn't inherited from their parents, whose would it be?

"Exactly!"

Everyone's eyes lit up. Your parents gave birth to you. If your martial soul didn't come from them, who else could it have come from?

At that thought, the looks they gave Yu Xiaogang became rather peculiar.

The Three Education Committee Members, Ning Fengzhi, and the others stood at the pinnacle of the soul master world. Naturally, they had heard of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's disgrace.

"Exactly, Grandmaster Yu. If a martial soul isn't inherited from one's parents, could it have come from Old Wang next door?

You put this common knowledge into your work and call it your own original theory. I truly can't understand it!"

Yu Xiaogang's face flushed crimson at Sunday's words.

How could he not feel everyone's eyes on him? This was nothing short of an insult.

Although he claimed to have left the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, the source of his arrogance was his pride in being a member of that clan.

Now Sunday had not only dismantled his theories but also slyly called him a bastard. How could he not be furious?

"You-I still have Tang San! He's my pride. Under my guidance, he has cultivated a worthless Blue Silver Grass martial soul to its current level!

Tang San alone is enough to prove my theories correct. Surely you have nothing to say to that?"

Seeing his Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul being overturned, Yu Xiaogang hurriedly brought up Tang San.

As long as he had Tang San, every doubt anyone cast on him would vanish into thin air.

"Little San, come here."

As he spoke, Yu Xiaogang hastily called Tang San over.

Hearing Yu Xiaogang's summons, Tang San straightened his chest and strode confidently before the crowd.

"Tang San, martial soul: Blue Silver Grass. Level thirty-three control-type Tool Soul Elder!"

As Tang San spoke, pride welled up within him. All his achievements were thanks to his teacher.

Yu Xiaogang looked at Sunday smugly.

"Although Little San has innate full soul power, his martial soul is Blue Silver Grass, universally acknowledged as a trash martial soul.

Only under the guidance of my theories could he reach the Soul Elder rank at twelve years old. That is enough to prove the superiority of my theories!"

Tang San chimed in at just the right moment.

"My teacher once said: there are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters!"

Sunday looked at Tang San. He honestly couldn't tell whether Tang San was stupid or what. Had he truly not noticed a single problem with someone like Yu Xiaogang?

"Ridiculous."

When Xue Qinghe and Ning Fengzhi first heard that Yu Xiaogang had nurtured a soul master with the trash martial soul Blue Silver Grass into a talent, their opinion of him had improved somewhat. They had thought he might genuinely have some ability.

But when they heard Tang San had innate full soul power, both sneered inwardly.

What did it matter if a genius with innate full soul power had Blue Silver Grass as his martial soul?

Once he became a Titled Douluo, there would be no shortage of learned scholars to argue his case.

Sunday snorted at Yu Xiaogang and Tang San.

"Your theories? A useless martial soul? Yu Xiaogang, oh, Yu Xiaogang, you really are leading your student astray!"

As Sunday spoke, a hint of pity appeared on his face as he looked at Tang San.

"What do you mean?"

Yu Xiaogang frowned. He had lost count of how many times he had asked that question today, and a bad feeling rose in his heart.

Sunday didn't answer Yu Xiaogang. Instead, he looked at Tang San, whose expression had darkened.

"You became Yu Xiaogang's disciple before enrolling, didn't you? And he even taught you personally the whole time?"

Tang San nodded with a frown.

"How did you know? What do you mean by asking that?"

Sunday looked as though his suspicions had been confirmed.

"I guessed. After all, if you'd attended even two days of classes, you'd have realized that any academy teaches what Yu Xiaogang taught you."

Then Sunday looked at the purplish-black stalk of Blue Silver Grass covered in green spots in Tang San's hand.

"As for calling your martial soul worthless Blue Silver Grass, that's even more absurd.

You've studied basic martial soul theory too.

You should know the most important principle concerning a martial soul's innate soul power: innate soul power is directly proportional to martial soul quality!"

Tang San's heart lurched at those words. He stared at the Blue Silver Grass in his hand, lost in thought.

"So... my Blue Silver Grass isn't a trash martial soul?"

"Of course it isn't."

Sunday looked at Yu Xiaogang, whose face was growing paler by the moment, and continued.

"Martial soul quality is directly proportional to innate soul power. That means the higher your innate soul power, the higher the quality of your martial soul.

You should know that even a top-tier beast martial soul like the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon has a very low chance of producing innate full soul power.

So the quality of your Blue Silver Grass martial soul must be extremely high. As for why it looks like Blue Silver Grass,

your martial soul awakening may have been incomplete. You might have some inborn deficiency-perhaps your constitution was too weak, or perhaps your bloodline wasn't strong enough.

That left your martial soul incompletely awakened and reduced its quality!"

After hearing Sunday's explanation, everyone present looked shocked. They hadn't expected Sunday to know so much.

As Ning Rongrong watched Sunday speak with such ease and confidence, her little eyes all but turned syrupy.

"So handsome, and so knowledgeable."

At that moment, a disheveled man in a black robe perched on the branch of a towering tree in the distance heard Sunday's words, and his powerful frame shuddered.

"That's right! Ah Yin's martial soul was the Blue Silver Emperor. How could Little San's martial soul be ordinary Blue Silver Grass?

An inborn deficiency? Could I have been the one holding Little San back?"

This disheveled man was naturally Tang Hao, who had been following Tang San and the others.

The moment Gu Rong appeared, he had wanted to take Tang San and Xiao Wu away. Only after seeing that Gu Rong hadn't noticed them had he refrained from acting.

He had then listened to the debate between Sunday and Yu Xiaogang, gaining a fresh understanding of just how useless Yu Xiaogang was.

"If I didn't need you to coax that Crazy Woman's secret method for cultivating twin martial souls out of her, I'd have shattered your useless skull with a single slap long ago!"