[After being stopped by Yu Xiaogang, Tang Chuan remained calm, only slightly furrowing his brows.]
[Yu Xiaogang hurried over, first reprimanding the gatekeeper before apologizing to Old Jack on behalf of Nuoding Academy. He then requested to see Tang Chuan's Martial Soul Proof.]
[Old Jack naturally handed it over.]
["Not bad. This Martial Soul Proof is genuine."]
[After examining it, a flicker of heat flashed in Yu Xiaogang's eyes. Turning to Old Jack, he said, "Old sir, leave this child to me. I will take him inside to complete the registration."]
["That would be much appreciated!"]
Because Yu Xiaogang's attitude was courteous, Old Jack felt reassured and pleased. Stroking his white beard, he instructed Tang Chuan to study diligently before entrusting him to Yu Xiaogang.
[After watching Old Jack leave, Tang Chuan followed Yu Xiaogang into the academy, walking quietly toward the teaching building ahead.]
[Noticing Tang Chuan's silence along the way, Yu Xiaogang could not resist speaking first.]
"Child, your name is Tang Chuan, correct? A Blue Silver Grass Spirit Master with Innate Full Spirit Power?"
["Mm." Tang Chuan nodded softly.]
[A faint smile appeared on Yu Xiaogang's stiff face. With his hands behind his back and a self-assured gleam in his eyes, he spoke in a measured tone.]
"Ordinary people would only see your Blue Silver Grass and Innate Full Spirit Power from that proof. But I can see more."
"You are not merely Innate Full Spirit Power… you possess twin spirits."
As he spoke, Yu Xiaogang fixed his gaze on Tang Chuan, expecting surprise.
Yet Tang Chuan remained composed.
[He shook his head slightly. "Grandmaster, I do not quite understand. What are twin spirits?"]
The response caught Yu Xiaogang off guard, freezing his expression for a moment.
After a pause, he forced a faint smile and continued.
["There is no need to hide it. My conclusion is not a guess."]
["I once studied six hundred and forty-seven cases of Blue Silver Grass Spirit Masters…"]
After presenting his statistics and reasoning, Yu Xiaogang looked at Tang Chuan with confidence.
["According to one of my Ten Core Competitivenesses of Martial Souls, innate spirit power is directly proportional to Spirit quality. A Blue Silver Grass Spirit cannot exceed level one spirit power."]
"Therefore, you must possess a second Spirit."
"No, Grandmaster." Tang Chuan calmly shook his head again.
"I truly do not have a second Spirit."
After a brief pause, he changed the subject.
"But what exactly are these Ten Core Competitivenesses of Martial Souls you mentioned? Could you explain them?"
A trace of delight flashed across Yu Xiaogang's eyes as he began explaining with visible pride.
["These ten principles are the culmination of my research into Spirit theory."]
["First: innate spirit power is proportional to Spirit quality. Second: there are no trash Spirits, only Spirit Masters who fail to cultivate properly. Third: Spirits are divided into Tool Spirits and Beast Spirits…"]
After listening quietly, Tang Chuan's eyes showed a hint of thought.
"Grandmaster, those first points… aren't they simply common knowledge?"
"Can they truly be considered theory?"
Yu Xiaogang's expression stiffened instantly.
He forced a response.
"These may seem like common knowledge, but not everyone understands them. I proposed them primarily to help commoner Spirit Masters…"
Before he could finish, Tang Chuan interrupted gently.
"In that case, it would be better to clearly mark which parts are collected knowledge."
"Otherwise, misunderstandings might arise."
Yu Xiaogang's face flushed between red and blue. He could only force an awkward smile.
"…Alright. I understand."
White World, Shrek Academy
Seeing this scene, Ning Rongrong burst into laughter, her bright eyes curving into crescents.
"This Tang Chuan truly didn't disappoint."
"Not only did he avoid being deceived, he even made Yu Xiaogang so embarrassed he could barely respond."
"This is finally satisfying to watch!"
"As expected, our White World is superior!"
Elsewhere, Ning Fengzhi, Dugu Bo, and Shi Nian all felt a similar sense of relief.
At last, someone had not fallen for Yu Xiaogang's facade.
["By the way, Grandmaster, you said there are no trash Spirits, only trash Spirit Masters."]
[Tang Chuan looked curious.]
"With your understanding, you must be a very powerful Spirit Master by now, correct?"
"Are you a Spirit Douluo… a Spirit Saint… or perhaps a Spirit Emperor?"
These words struck like a blow.
Yu Xiaogang's fists clenched, his expression shifting awkwardly as he struggled to respond.
Finally, he spoke in a subdued tone.
"I am none of those. I am only a level twenty-nine Spirit Grandmaster."
"Then something doesn't quite add up."
Tang Chuan frowned slightly.
"If your statement were true, shouldn't you have proven it yourself?"
Yu Xiaogang grew anxious and hurriedly defended himself.
"My personal strength may be limited, but my Spirit theory is unparalleled!"
"I also have friends who are Spirit Ancestors and even Spirit Saints."
"Xiao Chuan, if you take me as your teacher, I can guide you to become a powerful Spirit Master."
"Power cannot be inherited… only knowledge can."
Tang Chuan simply shook his head.
"Sorry, Grandmaster."
"If you cannot validate your own theories, I find it difficult to trust them."
"I would rather discover a path that suits me through my own efforts."
By this time, they had reached the teaching building.
[Standing at the office entrance, Tang Chuan gave a slight bow.]
"Thank you for guiding me here, Grandmaster. As for registration, I can handle it myself."
[With that, he turned and walked inside.]
"No… no…"
Yu Xiaogang stood frozen.
His eyes reddened as his fists tightened. The opportunity to prove himself had slipped away, leaving only bitterness and frustration.
White World, Spirit City – Supreme Pontiff Palace
Seeing this unfold, Bibi Dong's expression turned cold.
Her amber eyes reddened slightly as her fingers tightened against the armrest.
That calm and noble face now carried unmistakable anger.
'Ungrateful brat…'
'How dare you question Xiaogang's ability and cause him such humiliation.'
'You have already chosen your path to death.'