Chapter 7: Xiao Wu Frozen! Yu Xiaogang in a sorry state!
"You don't know anything!"
Yu Xiaogang roared until his voice was hoarse.
This number is one of his proudest research achievements.
Accurate to the single digit.
It is full of academic rigor and beauty.
Looking at Yu Xiaogang, who had fallen into madness, Shui Bing'er shook her head.
The disdain in her eyes disappeared, replaced by a kind of pity for someone who looked down on a fool.
"Four hundred and twenty-three years..."
"Is this your truth?"
Shui Bing'er sighed.
"It was indeed wrong of me to argue with such a narrow-minded fool."
"Fine."
"Let me show you just how ridiculous your so-called truth really is."
Before he could finish speaking...
Shui Bing'er's soul power surged.
There was no fancy opening move.
Nine spirit rings slowly rose from beneath her feet, pulsating with a breathtaking light.
Yu Xiaogang looked over subconsciously.
The next second.
His mouth, which had been roaring, suddenly opened wide as if a brick had been shoved into it, and he could no longer utter a sound.
His eyes were almost bulging out of their sockets, bloodshot and filled with incomprehensible horror.
All that could be seen was the first spirit ring beneath Shui Bing'er's feet.
It's not white.
It's not the most perfect yellow in his theory either.
Instead, it was a deep, noble, and terrifying aura...
Purple!
Millennium Soul Ring!
The first spirit ring is a thousand years!
Moreover, judging from the depth of that purple color, it's definitely more than a thousand years old!
A purple halo slowly swirled in the air.
Yu Xiaogang stared intently at the purple halo around Shui Bing'er's feet.
"No...this is impossible..."
His mind went blank.
"It's fake...it must be a trick..."
Yu Xiaogang staggered back a step, clutching his head with both hands, his fingernails digging deep into his scalp.
He didn't believe it.
If the first spirit ring can last for a thousand years, then what does his research over the past few decades count for?
He endured countless scornful looks, was expelled from his family, and was ridiculed by the world, yet he still insisted on the "truth"—was it just a pile of waste paper?
Is the wisdom he is so proud of merely foolish stubbornness?
Overwhelmed by a wave of self-doubt, he even forgot about Ma Hongjun, who was still groaning in pain beside him.
"Ouch...it hurts...teacher...help me..."
Ma Hongjun clutched his crotch, writhing in agony on the ground. Cold sweat mixed with dirt made him look like a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered.
But Yu Xiaogang couldn't hear.
He could only see the purple spirit ring.
Shui Bing'er looked at the mentally broken middle-aged man in front of her, her contempt growing even stronger.
She didn't want to waste her breath.
But seeing the other person's appearance, some rumors about this "master" suddenly flashed through my mind.
"I remember now."
Shui Bing'er suddenly spoke, her clear and cold voice like shattered ice striking, instantly shattering Yu Xiaogang's daze.
She extended a slender finger, pointed at Yu Xiaogang, and a mocking smile curled at the corner of her lips.
"You're the 'Master' Yu Xiaogang who was expelled from the Spirit Hall, kicked out of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan, and had no choice but to run around in a rural place like Notting City swindling people, right?"
Yu Xiaogang suddenly raised his head.
His eyes were somewhat unfocused, but when he heard the word "liar," he instinctively wanted to refute it.
"I...I'm not a liar..."
"I am a master of theory... I am a pioneer in the world of Soul Masters..."
Shui Bing'er ignored his explanation and simply shook her head with pity.
"The so-called Ten Core Competitive Theories".
"There are no useless martial spirits, only useless soul masters?"
"The limit of spirit ring absorption?"
Every time Shui Bing'er uttered a word, Yu Xiaogang's body trembled.
"These things were not researched and developed by you at all."
Shui Bing'er's tone was calm, yet every word was piercing:
"The Spirit Hall's library contains records about spirit mutations and spirit ring limits dating back hundreds of years."
"You merely took advantage of Bibi Dong's feelings for you and secretly read those ancient books that only the Pope and elders were qualified to access."
"Then take the conjectures and special cases of predecessors, take them out of context, and piece them together into your own theory."
"You can't even copy it properly."
Shui Bing'er stepped forward, approaching Yu Xiaogang.
"Ancient books clearly record that those with strong physiques can absorb soul rings beyond their level."
"But in order to cover up your inferiority complex about the defects of your martial soul, you fabricated a death line of 423 years."
"You're not just a piece of trash."
"You are still a thief who deceives the world, steals fame, and misleads the young."
puff--
Yu Xiaogang felt a sharp pain in his chest and coughed up a mouthful of blood.
"Nonsense...you're talking nonsense!"
Yu Xiaogang's mouth was full of blood, and his expression was as ferocious as a ghost.
"Where's the evidence?!"
"What evidence do you have that I plagiarized?!"
"Produce the evidence!"
He roared hysterically, like a gambler who had lost everything.
He will deny everything unless there is evidence.
As long as he refuses to admit it, he will still be the respected master.
Seeing Yu Xiaogang still putting up a stubborn resistance, Shui Bing'er's mockery turned into complete disregard.
That look in his eyes was like looking at a pile of dog poop on the side of the road.
It looks dirty even if you look at it for a second.
"evidence?"
Shui Bing'er chuckled softly.
"Don't you know what kind of person you are?"
"Do I need to give you evidence?"
"It's really... pathetic."
After saying that, she ignored Yu Xiaogang and turned to look at the huge ice sculpture standing at the school gate.
The humiliation of being completely ignored was worse than being killed.
Yu Xiaogang stood frozen in place, his whole body stiff, his expression frozen in a comical, yet bewildered state.
"Teacher... teacher..."
Just then, a fat hand grabbed Yu Xiaogang's ankle.
Ma Hongjun's face was deathly pale, and his lips were purple.
The excruciating pain of losing his offspring had numbed him, but the instinct for survival kept him conscious until the very end.
He figured it out.
This Shui Bing'er is someone they can't afford to mess with.
If we don't run now, we'll really die here.
"Run...run!"
With his last ounce of strength, Ma Hongjun yanked Yu Xiaogang's leg and scrambled away into the distance.
Yu Xiaogang was pulled back to his senses.
He glanced at the terrifying ice sculpture, then at Shui Bing'er, who had her back to him.
Fear ultimately triumphed over dignity.
He gritted his teeth, not even daring to help Ma Hongjun, and instead turned and fled in a sorry state like a stray dog.
They didn't even care about the luxurious carriage.
The two staggered and disappeared at the end of the street, leaving behind only a trail of glaring blood.
Shui Bing'er's gaze fell on Xiao Wu in the ice sculpture.
That terrified expression, that desperate look in their eyes, were perfectly captured.
"This thing is indeed a bit of an eyesore at the school gate."
Shui Bing'er frowned slightly.
The scent emanating from this rabbit struck her as odd.
"never mind."
Shui Bing'er waved her hand, and several students from Tianshui Academy immediately ran over.
"Carry this to the back of the mountain."
"Let Xue Di Shi Niang handle it."
(Emd of chapter)