Chapter 136: Your Theory Proves You Are a Waste
Chapter 136: Your Theory Proves You Are a Waste
After the initial shock of hearing Lin Qingmo claim to be a Spirit Ancestor, Yu Xiaogang regained his composure.
He didn’t believe it!
Lin Qingmo was definitely lying.
However, he really couldn’t understand it.
Why were everyone’s expressions around him so strange?
Dean Flender’s eyes were darting around, his lips twitching as if he wanted to speak but was holding it back.
Even his most prized Disciple, Tang San, was pursing his lips tightly, his face turning various shades of pale.
"What on earth is going on with all of you?"
Yu Xiaogang’s voice deepened, carrying his usual sense of theoretical authority.
"Lin Qingmo has a Blue Silver GrassWaste Martial Soul with Fourth Level Innate Spirit Power. How could he possibly become a Spirit Ancestor?"
Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing exchanged a glance that clearly said, "This is going to be a good show."
Finally, Flender spoke up, bracing himself.
"Xiaogang..."
He rubbed his hands together, his smile looking worse than a crying face.
"The thing is... Qingmo, he really is already a Spirit Ancestor."
"..."
Yu Xiaogang froze for two seconds, then burst out laughing.
"Flender, this joke of yours is in poor taste."
"His enrollment records clearly state he has Fourth Level Innate Spirit Power and his Spirit is Blue Silver Grass. It’s only been a few years. I’d consider it a miracle if he could even Breakthrough to become a Spirit Grandmaster, let alone a Spirit Ancestor?"
His laughter sounded exceptionally harsh in the quiet playground.
No one laughed with him.
Not a single person.
Gradually, Yu Xiaogang’s laughter died in his throat.
He looked around.
His gaze moved from Flender’s embarrassed face to Ma Hongjun’s face, which was flushed from holding back laughter, and then to the varied expressions of the others.
Finally, he looked at Tang San.
"Little San..."
There was an imperceptible tremor in Yu Xiaogang’s voice.
"You tell me, what is actually going on?"
"..."
Tang San opened his mouth.
His throat bobbed a few times, but no sound came out.
In those eyes that were always gloomy, something extremely complex was swirling.
A jealousy that even he was unwilling to admit.
"Teacher..."
Tang San’s voice was as dry as sandpaper.
"Lin Qingmo... he really is a Level 45Spirit Ancestor."
Thud!
The notebook in Yu Xiaogang’s hand fell to the ground.
"Impossible!"
His voice suddenly rose, carrying an instinctive defensive reaction to having his theories challenged.
"Absolutely impossible! Blue Silver Grass is a standard Waste Martial Soul, and Fourth Level Innate Spirit Power means his cultivation speed should be countless times slower than an ordinary person’s!"
"According to my calculations based on the Ten Core Competencies theory, reaching Level 20 before the age of twenty would have been his limit!"
"Theory, theory, all you know is theory!"
A crisp, angry voice exploded.
Xiao Wu jumped up from her seat, her ponytail swinging in an arc through the air.
She had her hands on her hips and her eyes wide, looking exactly like an irritated rabbit—though this rabbit could now kick over a bull.
"Yu Xiaogang, if you have eyes, you should have dug them out and thrown them away as trash long ago!"
Xiao Wu’s words came out like a rapid-fire cannon.
"If A-Qing is a waste, then what does that make your precious DiscipleTang San? A piece of collectible trash from a waste recycling center?"
"Xiao Wu!"
Tang San barked in a low voice.
"Am I wrong?"
Xiao Wu turned her head, her voice full of disdain.
"Tang San, you know in your heart, is A-Qing’s Blue Silver Grass and your Blue Silver Grass the same thing?"
"That’s enough, Xiao Wu."
A-Qing’s calm voice rang out, and Xiao Wu immediately stopped her verbal assault.
"Yu Xiaogang."
Lin Qingmo spoke.
His voice was steady, even carrying a hint of a polite smile.
But the smile didn’t reach his eyes.
"I remember a sentence written in your ’Ten Core Competencies of Spirit Masters’ theory."
Lin Qingmo paused and repeated word for word: "’There are no waste Spirits, only waste Spirit Masters.’ Right?"
Yu Xiaogang nodded stiffly.
"Correct, that is one of the core conclusions I have reached after years of research."
"The Innate quality of a Spirit is certainly important, but a Spirit Master’s Acquired effort and wisdom are the keys that determine their height."
"Well said."
Lin Qingmo smiled.
That smile suddenly became extremely blinding.
The next moment.
Boom—
A massive amount of spirit power erupted without warning.
And Yu Xiaogang, standing in the center of the storm, was dumbstruck.
His eyes were fixed on the ground beneath Lin Qingmo’s feet.
One, two, three, four.
spirit rings rose one after another.
A purple light lit up first, carrying the unique pressure of a thousand-year spirit ring.
Not just one, but three consecutive purple lights!
The three thousand-year spirit rings were like a triple purple tide.
But that wasn’t all.
The moment the fourth spirit ring rose, Yu Xiaogang’s breathing stopped completely.
Black!
A black so deep it seemed to absorb light!
A ten-thousand-year spirit ring!
"Purple, purple, purple, black..."
Seeing it with his own eyes for the first time, Flender muttered to himself, not even noticing his glasses sliding down to the tip of his nose.
Seeing this scene again, Tang San’s face had turned frighteningly pale.
As someone who also possessed the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, he knew better than anyone what this meant.
His first spirit ring was a four-hundred-year Datura Snake, and his second spirit ring was a six-hundred-year Ghost Vine.
This was already the ultimate configuration under the Grandmaster’s meticulous calculations.
Yet Lin Qingmo... his first spirit ring was a thousand-year one!
This had already violated all known Spirit Master common sense!
No, this was practically rubbing the common sense of the Spirit Master’s world into the dirt and then stomping on it twice!
"Now."
Lin Qingmo’s voice brought everyone’s thoughts back.
"Yu Xiaogang, do you still think I am a waste?"
"You... I..."
Yu Xiaogang’s lips trembled.
He wanted to speak, but no sound came out.
He wanted to look away, but he was staring at those four logic-defying spirit rings as if held by a magnet.
His brain was working frantically, trying to use all his theories to explain the scene before him.
But every explanatory model collapsed the moment it was built.
"Impossible... this is impossible..."
He muttered to himself, his gaze vacant.
"A Spirit Master’s physical endurance has a limit; the age of the first spirit ring absolutely cannot exceed four hundred and thirty years... This is an iron law... My theory cannot be wrong..."
"Your theory isn’t wrong."
Lin Qingmo nodded meaningfully.
Yu Xiaogang suddenly looked up.
"Just like that sentence of yours—there are no waste Spirits, only waste Spirit Masters."
"Look, haven’t the two of us perfectly validated those words?"
He took a step forward.
The spirit rings floated along with his movement, that ten-thousand-year black ring emitting heart-palpitating fluctuations.
"As it turns out, I am not a waste Spirit Master."
Another step.
"And you, stuck at Level 29 for most of your life, still unable to Breakthrough to Level 30."
Lin Qingmo stopped in front of Yu Xiaogang and leaned down slightly.
Their faces were very close, close enough for Yu Xiaogang to see the undisguised mockery in the youth’s eyes.
"According to your own theory—you truly are a waste Spirit Master, right?"
"!!!"
(End of Chapter)
[Every 15 Power Stones = 1 Bonus Chapter Drop]
[Thanks for Reading!]