Tang Qing slowly stood up, his gaze calmly looking down at Yu Xiaogang below the throne.
"Tell me, what is the essence of Blue Silver Grass?"
"..."
Yu Xiaogang was taken aback, and subconsciously replied, "It's resilience, it's control..."
"wrong."
Tang Qing interrupted him.
"The essence of Blue Silver Grass lies in life."
It is a life that "cannot be burned out by wildfire, but will grow again when the spring breeze blows".
"It is endless life, it is inexhaustible, it is all-encompassing, it is virtuous and tolerant."
"This is the true power of Blue Silver Grass."
"Following the life-giving path, nourishing itself with boundless life force, healing, and even giving back to heaven and earth—this is its true path to royalty."
"But you only think about using it to entangle, to parasitize, and to release poison."
"To be blinded by petty gains and forget the greater good, to abandon the essential for the trivial."
"It's such a waste."
Every word Tang Qing said was like a heavy hammer, striking Yu Xiaogang's heart hard.
Life system?
He never considered this direction!
This completely overturned all his knowledge of Blue Silver Grass!
Yu Xiaogang's breathing became rapid. He forced himself to calm down and retorted in a hoarse voice.
"Nonsense! You're just talking nonsense!"
"Plant-type martial souls are inherently weak and lack offensive power; this is a consensus!"
"That's why I proposed the concept of 'mimicry' based on my theory of the ten core competencies of martial spirits!"
He shouted as if grasping at the last straw.
"Plant-type martial souls can completely absorb animal-type soul rings!"
Use the powerful offensive capabilities of animal-type spirit rings to compensate for your own weaknesses!
This is the perfect solution!
"The Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul?"
Tang Qing felt as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.
"You mean that so-called growth of a martial soul, which has the potential for development?"
"Are you referring to that, that every martial soul possesses its own intelligence?"
He shook his head, a hint of pity in his smile.
"Yu Xiaogang, your theory is fundamentally wrong."
"Mimicry? Absorbing animal spirit rings? How did you even come up with that?"
"A snake is a snake, and grass is grass. If you make grass try to imitate a snake, it will only end up as a hybrid that is neither fish nor fowl."
"From the moment of awakening, the growth path and the original attributes of each martial soul are already predetermined."
"What a Soul Master should do is to follow its origin and bring its characteristics to the extreme, rather than forcibly distort it and make it imitate other species."
"Your so-called ten core theories are nothing but castles in the air created by your own imagination. They are full of loopholes and cannot stand up at all."
"You...you're spouting nonsense!"
Yu Xiaogang was so angry that he trembled all over.
The Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul are the most proud theoretical achievements of his life and the cornerstone of his title of "Master"!
Now, however, Tang Qing has belittled it to the point of being worthless!
This is even harder for him to accept than being slapped in the face in public!
His eyes were bloodshot, he had completely lost his mind, and spoke recklessly.
"Practice is the sole criterion for testing truth!"
"My disciple Tang San's martial soul is Blue Silver Grass!"
With my help and guidance, his Blue Silver Grass has shown tremendous potential!
"He's only a teenager, yet his cultivation has already broken through to level thirty-five! Doesn't that prove my theory is correct?!"
He placed all his last trump card and last hope on Tang San.
The entire hall fell silent instantly.
This talent is indeed quite remarkable.
Even Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo showed a hint of surprise in their eyes.
Could it be that Yu Xiaogang's theory really has something unique about it?
Tang Hao's back straightened up a little more.
That's his son!
However, upon hearing this number, Tang Qing, seated on his throne, showed not a trace of emotion on his face.
He just looked at Yu Xiaogang, who seemed to be going crazy, with the kind of look one would give an idiot.
Then, he slowly opened his mouth and uttered a sentence that instantly froze the entire hall.
"When I was his age, I was already a Title Douluo."
"..."
...
Dead silence.
A deathly silence so profound you could hear a pin drop.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment.
Yu Xiaogang's face froze, his expression a mixture of madness, anger, and triumph.
He opened his mouth, making a "hoarse" sound in his throat, but couldn't utter a single word.
Title Douluo?
A teenage... Title Douluo?
this...
How is this possible?!
This isn't just genius, this is godlike!
It's a monster!
He lost.
We lost completely.
In the theoretical field he is most proud of and most confident in.
He was crushed to pieces by the other party in a way that he could not understand or imagine.
Yu Xiaogang always believed that he was the most knowledgeable master of martial spirit theory on the continent, and that even titled Douluo would treat him with utmost respect and humbly seek his guidance.
But today he realized that he was a joke in front of the other person.
A complete and utterly ignorant joke.
His ten core theories, which he was so proud of, were refuted completely.
The achievements of his proud disciple were as insignificant as a speck of dust compared to the other's.
His world collapsed.
"Oh."
Xue Qinghe shook his head, picked up his wine glass, and concealed the sarcasm on his lips.
"What a piece of trash."
"I really don't know why Bibi Dong would have so highly praised such a fool back then."
Ning Fengzhi sat upright in his seat at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, a relieved smile on his face.
He whispered to Ning Rongrong beside him.
"Rongrong, did you see that?"
"This so-called master is nothing but a figurehead."
"Fortunately, His Highness the Blue Silver King was there and exposed his true colors in time. Otherwise, who knows how many more geniuses would have been ruined by his fallacies and heresies."
Ning Rongrong nodded vigorously, her bright eyes filled with admiration as she looked at the figure on the throne.
yes.
Back in Soto City, she was almost fooled by Yu Xiaogang, thinking he was some kind of remarkable person.
It seems ridiculous now.
Tang San is nothing in front of His Highness the Blue Silver King.
Then Yu Xiaogang, who taught Tang San, must be a fraud.
In the corner, Tang Hao crushed the wine glass in his hand into pieces with a "crack".
The liquor and glass shards mixed together, cutting his palm and drawing blood, but he seemed oblivious.
how so?
Yu Xiaogang... is he really that useless?
He made his mistress become his apprentice because he was attracted by his reputation as "the number one theoretical master in mainland China"!
Tang Hao believed that his son, under the guidance of the master, would forge an unprecedented path to becoming a powerful figure!
But now it seems...
Should Blue Silver Grass really go for the Life type?
Was I wrong from the very beginning?
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