Chapter 78: The Top Ten Core Competencies of Perfect World Get Burned | Yu Xiaogang: Erlong, Save Me!!!
Although the white-haired instructor looked down on such a tiny bit of cultivation, as a teacher of the academy, he still had a trace of compassion.
"Rise."
With a casual wave of his hand, a gentle rune light scattered down, instantly forming a small gravity-isolating field around Yu Xiaogang.
"Haah!!!"
The moment the pressure suddenly vanished, Yu Xiaogang breathed greedily, as if he had just been rescued from drowning.
It took a full quarter of an hour before he finally managed to tremble as he climbed up from the ground.
Though his legs were still shaking, the flat-headed brother Yu Xiaogang quickly tidied the robe covered in dirt, trying his best to regain the dignity of a "master."
"Many thanks to this fellow Daoist for helping."
Yu Xiaogang cupped his hands. His face was pale, yet his tone remained arrogant.
"I am Yu Xiaogang, a theoretical grandmaster of Martial Souls from another realm."
"Martial Soul? Grandmaster?"
Hearing this, both the white-haired instructor and the group of children gathered around exchanged confused looks.
Their eyes were full of bewilderment.
They had absolutely no idea what this flat-headed man was talking about.
But in Yu Xiaogang's eyes, this scene was a huge delight.
Good! It's better if they don't understand!
If they didn't understand, it meant the theoretical system here had not yet been properly organized or summarized. This was precisely his chance to display his brilliance!
Clearing his throat, he took out a somewhat wrinkled but still treasured notebook from his robes.
"The Ten Core Competencies of a Perfect World."
"I see that your cultivation is vigorous, but it seems you have gone down the wrong path."
With one hand behind his back and the other raising the notebook, Yu Xiaogang assumed the posture of a great master pointing out the world.
"While lying on the ground just now… cough… observing the earth veins, I also took the opportunity to observe your cultivation methods."
"You place too much emphasis on tempering the physical body and engraving runes into bones and flesh."
"While that grants strength, it ignores the spiritual essence contained within living beings themselves!"
Seeing this strange man publicly claim his teachings were flawed, the white-haired instructor frowned.
"What do you mean by that, fellow Daoist? If one does not cultivate the body in the Blood Transformation Realm, what should one cultivate?"
"Excellent question!"
Seeing the other party fall perfectly into his trap, Yu Xiaogang's eyes lit up.
Because this was exactly the line he had been waiting for.
With a loud snap, he opened his notebook and pointed at the densely packed drawings inside with a fanatical expression.
"This is the result of my careful research: The Theory of Martial Souls Coexisting and Complementing the Perfect World Law!"
Without waiting for anyone to respond, Yu Xiaogang immediately began explaining enthusiastically.
"What is a Martial Soul? It is the manifestation of one's soul and bloodline!"
"The runes of your world are too violent. Directly carving them into the body likely causes one to explode and die."
"But if…"
His voice suddenly rose dramatically.
"What if we carve those runes not onto bones, but onto Martial Souls instead?!"
"Use the Martial Soul as the carrier to bear the Great Dao of heaven and earth."
"Use the physical body to nurture the martial soul, achieving unity of man and soul!"
"For example, this child!"
Yu Xiaogang pointed at a boy behind whom the faint shadow of a fierce bird appeared.
"This child possesses the bloodline of a ferocious bird. That should be his Beast Martial Soul!"
"He shouldn't learn any treasure techniques. Instead, he should hunt ferocious beasts of the same lineage and seize their soul rings!"
"Then compress the treasure technique runes of this world into the soul ring and attach it to the Martial Soul!"
"In that case, releasing treasure techniques would no longer consume bodily blood essence but soul power and could even be cast instantly!"
"This is what I call: Runes becoming Soul Skills!"
"And also!"
Yu Xiaogang grew more excited as he spoke. He flipped to the final page and pointed at a crooked drawing of Dual-Pupils, speaking in a mysterious tone.
"Even the legendary dual-pupiled individual could double his strength if he listened to my theory!"
"Dual-pupils are the ultimate mutated spiritual-type martial soul!"
"If he follows my theory and combines the ancient sage techniques with spiritual-type soul rings, allowing the Dual-Pupils to absorb rune power and form a natal soul ring…"
"Then he would not only be physically invincible, but he might even glare a True Immortal to death with a single glance!"
After finishing his theory in one breath, Yu Xiaogang's face was red, and his chest rose and fell violently.
He felt incredibly great about himself.
To think he had devised such a perfect world theory, merging the systems of two worlds into an entirely new cultivation path.
What master?
This was practically a Dao Ancestor!
Thinking this, Yu Xiaogang proudly raised his head and swept his eager little eyes across the crowd, waiting for the shock and admiration he expected.
He had even imagined the instructor inviting him to join the academy, while the children rushed over begging him to teach them.
However, reality seemed quite different.
A breeze passed across the training field, stirring fallen leaves.
The silence was strangely eerie.
As for the children, they looked at him as if he were an idiot.
Even the white-haired instructor's expression had changed from confusion to shock and finally into anger.
"Madman! You are a complete madman!"
The instructor stepped back and pointed at Yu Xiaogang.
"What martial soul? What soul rings?!"
"You dare attempt to alter the cultivation foundation of Nine Heavens and Ten Earths?!"
"The body is the boat; the soul is the sail!"
"And you want people to abandon the boat and cultivate that illusory sail instead?"
"You even want to carve runes onto the manifestation of the soul?"
"That's not just suicide. It's outright demonic heresy!"
"And furthermore,"
The instructor glanced at the drawing in the notebook of Dual-Pupils.
"You even dare comment on the Dual-Pupiled Individual?"
"You want to put rings on his eyes? Treat a heavenly saint like your experiment?"
"Do you know what dual pupils represent? If one such person heard what you said, not only would you die, but White Deer Academy might be flattened!"
With a sweep of his hand, the instructor shouted:
"Quick! Throw this lunatic spreading heresy out of here!"
"And burn that broken book!"
At his command, the once peaceful training ground instantly turned murderous.
Dozens of children who had been watching the spectacle immediately circulated their blood essence.
"Come on, throw him out!"
"What nonsense is he talking about? Burn that trash book!"
"Yeah! Burn it!"
Seeing himself suddenly become the target of everyone's anger, Yu Xiaogang was completely dumbfounded.
"H-hey, wait!"
"What are you doing? I'm a grandmaster! This is advanced theory!"
"Don't—don't hit my face!"
"My book! That's the only copy!"
"Erlong, save me!!!"
…
Meanwhile, beyond the Sky Screen.
Douluo Continent, Shrek Academy.
Seeing this scene, Zhao Wuji and the others helplessly covered their eyes, unable to bear watching.
Even Tang San twitched his lips before finally forcing out a sentence:
"His theories might fool people on the Douluo Continent."
"But going to that world and trying to put soul rings on the dual-pupiled individual?"
"Isn't that just asking to die?"
Just as Tang San was about to turn away in boredom, the scene on the Sky Screen suddenly shifted.
It switched to the place he had been longing to see.
Primordial Immortal Court.
…
On the Sky Screen.
Perfect World.
Servant Gathering Grounds.
Although this place was merely for servants, it had gathered cultivators from countless Dao lineages of the Immortal Domain.
The scale alone surpassed the most magnificent Soul Master Tournament on the Douluo Continent by tens of thousands of times.
At this moment, Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Cui sat cross-legged on a green stone.
Though waiting quietly, their rising and falling chests betrayed their excitement.
"Buzz!"
Suddenly, a loud rumble echoed.
A strand of drifting cloud in the sky was torn apart by an invisible force.
Immediately afterward, an enormous shadow descended, covering the entire camp.
Zhu Zhuqing instinctively looked up.
A gigantic warship, pitch black and carved with a ferocious ghost head at its prow, roared past above them, wrapped in rolling black mist.
The warship was ten thousand meters long, surrounded by thousands of skeletal flying birds.
Each radiated a chilling aura of death.
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