Chapter 137: Sorry, My Teacher is a Titled Douluo; I Refuse Moral kidnapping
Chapter 137: Sorry, My Teacher is a Titled Douluo; I Refuse Moral kidnapping
"Yu Xiaogang, your own theory has proven that you are nothing but a waste of a Spirit Master."
"You—!"
Yu Xiaogang’s face flushed red instantly, then turned deathly pale.
His body trembled violently, his fingers curled and uncurled, and a raspy, rattling sound came from his throat.
It was the sound of a crumbling faith—the collapse of a man who had staked his entire life on theories, only to find they couldn’t explain reality at all.
"Fake... it’s all fake..."
He suddenly grabbed Tang San’s shoulders like a madman, his nails almost digging into the flesh.
"Little San, tell Teacher, this is an illusion, right? It’s an illusion he created using some kind of Spirit Ability, right?"
Tang San’s shoulders were squeezed painfully.
Looking into his teacher’s nearly crazed eyes, a complex mix of emotions welled up in his heart.
There was sympathy, embarrassment, and something deeper—if even Teacher couldn’t explain Lin Qingmo’s situation, then what was the theoretical system he had always believed in worth?
"Teacher..."
Tang San’s voice was so low it was almost inaudible.
"Those are real spirit power fluctuations, not an illusion..."
"Impossible! My theory cannot be wrong! It’s absolutely not wrong!"
Slap!
A loud slap rang out.
Flender appeared beside Yu Xiaogang at some point, and that slap landed squarely on his face.
The force was so great that Yu Xiaogang stumbled half a turn, nearly falling over.
The air fell into a deathly silence.
"Wake up, Xiaogang!"
Flender’s voice carried a rare severity.
"The facts are right before your eyes! Just because your theory can’t explain it doesn’t mean the reality doesn’t exist!"
"You are a scholar, not a god. A scholar should act like one—admit what you don’t know, then research and explore, instead of throwing a tantrum like a gambler who can’t afford to lose!"
Even he felt contempt for his dear friend Yu Xiaogang’s current state.
"..."
Yu Xiaogang clutched his face, standing dazed in place.
That slap seemed to have truly woken him up.
The madness in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a hollow emptiness.
He looked at the spirit rings beneath Lin Qingmo’s feet.
A long time passed.
He slowly lowered his hand, a clear handprint visible on his face.
He straightened his collar, a simple action that seemed exceptionally difficult for him.
Then, he bowed deeply toward Lin Qingmo.
"I’m sorry."
Those three words were spoken very softly.
"I lost my composure; I was blinded by my own theories."
Yu Xiaogang straightened up, his face having regained its calm—at least on the surface.
"Student Lin Qingmo, I apologize to you for my words and actions earlier and just now."
"I should not have arbitrarily denied your achievements without evidence."
Lin Qingmo raised an eyebrow and said nothing.
What was this guy up to now?
The light of the spirit rings gradually retracted, finally disappearing beneath his feet.
The oppressive spirit power fluctuations dissipated as well.
But the matter wasn’t over.
Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath, his eyes becoming fervent.
It was the look of a scholar discovering an unknown field, the excitement of a theorist seeing a loophole in the existing system—even if that loophole came in the form of a slap to the face.
"However, please allow me to ask a question."
Yu Xiaogang’s voice carried an irrepressible excitement.
"How did you do it? Fourth Level Innate Spirit Power, the Waste Martial SoulBlue Silver Grass, yet you managed to Breakthrough to level forty-five in just a few years and even completed Over-limit absorption for all your spirit rings!"
"What is the secret behind this?"
"If you are willing to share, perhaps... perhaps it could help many Spirit Masters judged to have ’insufficient talent’ change their destinies!"
These words were spoken with high-minded grandiosity.
But everyone watching could sense the element of Moral kidnapping involved.
The atmosphere became subtle once again.
Dai Mubai and Oscar exchanged a look.
Ma Hongjun scratched his head.
To be fair, they really did want to know the secret.
So, one by one, they stayed silent and chose to wait and see.
Ning Rongrong curled her lip and whispered, "Isn’t this just Moral kidnapping?"
Tang San also looked at Lin Qingmo, his gaze flickering.
It would be a lie to say he didn’t want to know the secret—that was a method for Over-limit absorption of spirit rings!
If he could master it, his strength would definitely leap to another level!
"Pfft!"
Lin Qingmo himself was actually amused.
Quickly, that smile turned cold.
"Grandmaster, you certainly make it sound easy."
He said slowly, "What exactly is the relationship between us?"
"Teacher and student? Sorry, my teacher isn’t you, and you’re not qualified."
"Friends? We’ve barely spoken a few sentences to each other."
"In that case, why on earth should I tell you my secrets?"
"For Shrek Academy!"
Yu Xiaogang immediately followed up, his tone sincere. "The eight of you are a whole, you are partners! If everyone can become stronger, the strength of the entire team will—"
"Stop, stop, stop."
Lin Qingmo made a ’cut it out’ gesture.
"Grandmaster, can we not do this whole Moral kidnapping thing?"
"I paid money to come to Shrek to learn combat techniques and team coordination, not to play ’one big happy Family’ house."
He looked around, his gaze sweeping across everyone’s faces.
"Of everyone sitting here, who doesn’t have their own background and secrets?"
"Rongrong is the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and Tang San has his whatever Hidden Weapons."
"According to your logic, should Rongrong share the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School’s secret martial soul cultivation methods with everyone? Would you even dare to take them?"
"Hmph!"
Ning Rongrong immediately gave a cold snort.
"In your dreams!"
She crossed her arms, her Young Miss temper flaring up.
"Dean Flender, I’ll have to write a letter to my father about this. Someone is eyeing the secret methods of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School; this is no small matter."
"!!!"
In an instant, cold sweat poured down Flender’s face.
"Rongrong, it’s a misunderstanding, it’s all a misunderstanding..."
"Whether it’s a misunderstanding or not, you know best in your heart."
Ning Rongrong was relentless.
Yu Xiaogang’s face turned a few shades paler.
Only then did he realize how inappropriate his words were—it was almost like poking the sensitive nerves of the great Sect powers.
But Lin Qingmo wasn’t finished.
"As for my secret..."
He suddenly smiled, a smile carrying a certain satisfaction as if a prank had succeeded.
"There’s no harm in telling you."
Everyone instinctively pricked up their ears.
Even Tang San couldn’t help but lean forward slightly.
"The reason I can do all this is because I have a teacher."
Lin Qingmo said nonchalantly, "A teacher at the Titled Douluo level."
"My cultivation methods and my spirit ring configurations were all personally arranged by him."
"What, Grandmaster, do you want to know the exclusive secret teachings of a Titled Douluo?"
???
"..."
A chorus of sharp intakes of breath rang out.
"A Titled Douluo?!"
Ma Hongjun shouted out directly.
"Lin Qingmo, you have a Titled Douluo as a teacher? Holy crap! For real?"
The Sausage in Oscar’s hand dropped.
Dai Mubai’s pupils shook.
Even the Star Luo Imperial Family didn’t have a Titled Douluo; they were national treasure-level existences.
And yet Lin Qingmo, a boy from an ordinary background, actually had a Titled Douluo for a teacher?
"This..."
Flender let out a long breath.
That explained it.
Everything made sense now.
Why Lin Qingmo could break conventions, why his cultivation speed was ridiculously fast, and why he always seemed so composed.
With a Titled Douluo standing behind him, anyone would have confidence.
"!!!"
Only Yu Xiaogang’s face turned from white to green, then from green to gray.
The secrets of a Titled Douluo?
Even if he were given a hundred times the courage, he wouldn’t dare covet them!
Existences of that level—even his proud Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan only had a few.
Not to mention he was just a... waste who had been expelled from the Family.
(End of Chapter)
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