No trash Martial Souls, only trash Soul Masters? No, Big Wet One, you're the best counterexample!

"Th-this can't be possible!"

"A Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring! It really is a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring!"

"Just who are she and Teacher Yao Xuan? How could she have a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring, and as her third Soul Ring, at that!"

The next moment, every teacher and student at Nuoding Academy cried out, their faces filled with shock.

A Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring-this was a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring!

Generally speaking, only the stronger Soul Kings could possibly obtain a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring.

Yet Gu Yuena had absorbed a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring as only her third Soul Ring.

This also made everyone begin to wonder about Gu Yuena's and Yao Xuan's identities.

As for Yu Xiaogang, he stood rooted to the spot, his face filled with disbelief!

He blinked hard, then rubbed his eyes, finally confirming that he had not seen wrong.

At that moment, waves ten thousand feet high surged through his heart!

He had never imagined that this outrageously beautiful, white-haired girl beside Yao Xuan-

Every one of her Soul Rings far exceeded the limits he claimed, slapping his so-called "core theories" hard across the face.

At that moment, Yu Xiaogang's face began to pale, losing its luster as he struggled to accept this fact.

The Soul Ring age limits he had spent most of his life researching had now been utterly overturned by a girl in her early twenties with just three Soul Rings!

"Well, Yu Xiaogang? Nothing left to say?"

"I told you already, if you know what's good for you, you should admit sooner rather than later that you're a fake Grandmaster and a real fraud."

"Otherwise, when I point out the problems in your theories one by one, you'll only make a bigger spectacle of yourself!"

Looking at the somewhat ashen-faced Yu Xiaogang in the distance, Yao Xuan spoke coldly.

"Th-this is only an isolated exception. What I study are the general principles of Soul Rings. A mere individual case doesn't count!"

Hearing Yao Xuan's words, Yu Xiaogang froze in place. Only after a long while did he speak again, haltingly squeezing the words through his teeth.

Although he knew that his theory truly could not hold up.

Dodging the issue was still better than publicly admitting he was a fraud.

But to preserve his reputation and avoid publicly admitting that he was a fraud and a fake Grandmaster.

At that moment, Yu Xiaogang threw all caution to the wind and began playing the fool, stubbornly refusing to admit it.

He even stiffened his neck as he spoke, putting on the look of someone who had suffered a heaven-shattering injustice.

"Heavens, Yu Xiaogang is still trying to argue his way out of it! His skin is thicker than a city wall!"

"Exactly! Teacher Yao Xuan has already pointed out two problems with Big Wet One's theories, and he still won't admit defeat. Shameless!"

"But even if Yu Xiaogang really refuses to admit defeat today, his disguise has already been torn away. He's a fake Grandmaster. Pah!"

Seeing that Yu Xiaogang was still shamelessly refusing to own up.

The teachers and students of Nuoding Academy erupted in another wave of boos, roaring like mountains and seas.

Some students even took the opportunity to sneak eggs and tomatoes out of the cafeteria and hurl them mercilessly at Yu Xiaogang.

"Heh, Yu Xiaogang, you really won't shed a tear until you see the coffin!"

"Since you insist on throwing away the dignity I offered you, let me ask you another question. Isn't there another claim in your theories-"

"'There are no trash Martial Souls, only trash Soul Masters'?"

Seeing that Yu Xiaogang still dared to deny it, Yao Xuan sneered again and continued questioning him.

"That's right. There are no trash Martial Souls, only trash Soul Masters. That is also one of the theories in the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul."

Hearing this, Yu Xiaogang nodded and answered, feeling a little proud, believing he could win back a round.

As he spoke, he unconsciously straightened his back and even lifted his chin a little higher.

After all, this theory was precisely the all-purpose, feel-good "theory" Yu Xiaogang had carefully designed for himself.

This "theory" appeared to encourage people.

In reality, however, it was an excellent excuse Yu Xiaogang had devised for himself.

That way, whenever someone attacked his Martial Soul for being trash.

He could turn around and retort that his opponent was a trash Soul Master.

Ordinary people could easily fall into this logical trap, becoming speechless and thus giving up on attacking Yu Xiaogang.

In the past, this twisted reasoning had helped Yu Xiaogang save quite a bit of face.

It was also one of the theories he was proudest of.

And seeing that Yao Xuan intended to challenge this theory.

Yu Xiaogang secretly gloated.

He had even begun imagining how he would leave Yao Xuan speechless and make him back down on the spot.

After all.

As long as he stubbornly clung to "there are no trash Martial Souls," anyone who called him trash would be the one lacking ability.

"I think your theory is wrong. Martial Soul talent is the foundation that determines whether a Soul Master is powerful."

Looking at Yu Xiaogang's confident expression, Yao Xuan calmly rebutted him.

"Yao Xuan, that's where you're wrong!"

"Only trash Soul Masters would think the way you do, because there are simply no trash Martial Souls in this world, only trash Soul Masters!"

Seeing that Yao Xuan had taken the bait, the corners of Yu Xiaogang's mouth curled up in an excited smile. Then he puffed out his chest and spoke unhurriedly.

"Yu Xiaogang, stop playing word games here!"

"Since you believe there are no trash Martial Souls, only trash Soul Masters."

"Then let me ask you, Yu Xiaogang: you're always calling yourself a theoretical 'Grandmaster,' so why are you still a piece of trash with only rank 29 Soul Power?"

Looking at Yu Xiaogang's smug expression, Yao Xuan sneered and shot back.

Hearing Yao Xuan's words, Yu Xiaogang's expression darkened, and the retort left him speechless.

After all, what he hated most was people exposing his shortcomings through his Martial Soul and Soul Power, calling him trash.

That was also why he had spent all these years dressing himself up with the title of theoretical Grandmaster.

Yao Xuan's words were like a whip soaked in salt water, lashing viciously at his wounds and leaving him hard-pressed to refute them!

"Heh, Yu Xiaogang, can't answer, can you? Then let me answer for you!"

"The first answer is that your Martial Soul, Luo Sanpao, is a thoroughly trash Martial Soul, which is why you're a piece of trash who will never break through to Soul Elder!"

"If you admit that, then your twisted reasoning collapses without even being attacked!"

"And the second answer is even simpler. Since you believe your Martial Soul isn't trash, then the only trash here must be you yourself, Yu Xiaogang!"

"And if that's the case, what credibility could there possibly be in twisted reasoning proposed by a piece of trash like you, Yu Xiaogang?"

"So perhaps other people still have the right to say something like 'there are no trash Martial Souls, only trash Soul Masters.'"

"But you, Yu Xiaogang, have no such right!"

"After all, you, Yu Xiaogang, are the greatest counterexample to this so-called 'theory'!"

Seeing that Yu Xiaogang still refused to answer, Yao Xuan sneered once more, looked at Yu Xiaogang in the distance, and spoke without sparing him the slightest shred of dignity!