Chapter 2: A Battle of Wits Leaves Yu Xiaogang Speechless

His tone was calm, yet every word struck at the heart of the matter:

"First of all, I have to correct a common misconception of yours—my martial soul is never a dual attribute of light and shadow, but a pure light-type shadow martial soul. There is no attribute conflict as you mentioned, so there is no premise of so-called 'self-collapse'."

You haven't even figured out the attributes of a martial soul, yet you're asserting its upper limit? Is this what you call "correct guidance"?

As he spoke, he leaned forward slightly, his gaze meeting Yu Xiaogang's stiff eyes, pressing closer with each step:

"Secondly, what makes you so sure that this mutated martial soul must have limitations?"

In the tens of thousands of years of the Soul Master world, the mutations of Martial Souls have become incredibly diverse, with new forms emerging every day. Can the information you have possibly cover all possibilities?

Or are you treating old archival materials as the ultimate truth of the Soul Master world, unable to see possibilities beyond those materials?

After a slight pause, Ye Feng's tone became more sarcastic:

"Furthermore, you said you need your proper guidance to break through to the Soul Emperor realm, so I'd like to ask you, how many students have you taught in your life?"

What level have those you guided reached now?

Has he broken through to the Soul Emperor level? If you don't even have a single disciple you can be proud of, what gives you the right to use your own theories to define the limits of others?

"You say that being at the seventh level of innate talent is just luck, and that my martial spirit is useless."

But luck is also a part of strength, and whether my martial spirit is good or not, and how far I can go in the future, is never something an outsider can presume to judge. Besides, uncle, you don't look like a master. At most, you're at the Venerable Realm."

Upon hearing this, the entire Martial Soul Branch Hall fell into an eerie silence.

Everyone's eyes were shifting back and forth between Ye Feng and Yu Xiaogang.

However, Yu Xiaogang's face turned ashen in an instant, which made everyone's heart skip a beat.

"Pfft—"

Someone couldn't help but let out a short laugh.

That laugh was like a fuse, instantly igniting the entire hall.

"Hahaha! Soul Master! This kid claims to be a Soul Master!"

"My God, look at the master's face, it's turned green!"

"His analysis is logical and well-reasoned; this child is truly a genius! And how could a seventh-level innate martial soul be a useless one!"

The staff of the Spirit Hall could no longer hold back; they already had little affection for Yu Xiaogang, this so-called "theoretical master."

Seeing him rendered speechless by a six-year-old child, everyone was laughing so hard they were doubled over and couldn't straighten up.

Lord Matthew's old face turned bright red, his lips twitched wildly, he turned around and covered his face with his wide sleeves, but his shoulders were shaking violently.

She forced herself not to laugh out loud, but that expression was even more lethal than if she had actually laughed.

As the head of the Spirit Hall in Notting City, he was naturally aware of Yu Xiaogang's background.

A level 29 Great Soul Master—a bottleneck that has been impossible to break through for half a lifetime.

The child before me said, "At most, one Soul Venerable Realm."

That's already giving this good-for-nothing too much credit!

"You! You...you sharp-tongued brat!"

Yu Xiaogang's body trembled slightly from extreme anger, and his stiff face turned a deep liver color.

It felt like the laughter from the entire hall had transformed into real slaps, one after another landing hard on his face.

The proud theories of Soul Masters, the dignity of "Masters" upon which they depended for survival, were torn to shreds and repeatedly trampled on the ground by a six-year-old child.

I wish I could find a crack in the ground and disappear right now!

Yu Xiaogang angrily flung his sleeves, forcibly adopting an aloof and disdainful attitude, as if he disdained to associate with them.

"Hmph, this mere scoundrel is not worth discussing matters with! This is the first time I've ever seen such a mutated martial soul. I misjudged it and inevitably have some misunderstandings!"

He stubbornly tried to save face.

"As for training disciples... Hmph! You bunch of trash who aren't even at the level of innate full soul power are not qualified for me to personally train you, much less for me to prove my theories!"

These words sound grand and dignified, yet they reveal a weakness beneath the surface, a fierce exterior masking inner cowardice.

The laughter of those present gradually subsided, but the contempt in their eyes grew even stronger.

If you can't afford to lose, then you just can't afford to lose.

"Oh, I see."

Ye Feng looked like he had just realized something and nodded repeatedly.

This clumsy acting was nothing short of a blatant mockery in the eyes of the audience.

"Alright, it seems I misunderstood you, Master."

"Indeed, a master like you should naturally teach unparalleled geniuses with innate full soul power."

Ye Feng echoed, then changed the subject.

"However, geniuses with innate full soul power are hard to find; one might not appear for decades."

I won't take up your precious time, Master, and you can go and search for talented individuals.

He cupped his hands in a respectful gesture toward Yu Xiaogang, his movements as precise as a little adult's.

I don't want to offend Yu Xiaogang to death right now. Even if he's a piece of trash, he's still a genuine Great Soul Master, and I'm no match for him.

Besides, it's just a matter of arguing with this guy; Yu Xiaogang wouldn't make things difficult for a child!

If you don't even have this much composure, then, in Tang San's words, you've already found your way to death.

"Master Su, could you please issue me a Martial Soul Certificate? Thank you."

Ye Feng turned around, completely ignoring Yu Xiaogang, whose face was turning pale and then red, and walked straight towards Su Yuntao, who was already standing there dumbfounded.

This series of actions left Yu Xiaogang stranded, unsure whether to stay or leave, in an extremely awkward situation.

"Oh...oh oh! Okay, okay!"

Su Yuntao snapped out of his daze and quickly recovered from his shock.

Looking at Ye Feng, their eagerness was more than ten times stronger than before.

This child is not only highly talented, but also very intelligent!

He was neither humble nor arrogant in the face of so-called "masters," and his thoughts were clear and logical. How could his temperament be like that of a six-year-old child?

It's clearly a treasure!

"Ye Feng, right? Child, your martial soul is outstanding, with enormous potential. Your uncle believes you have the qualities to be granted a title in the future!"

On behalf of the Notting City Spirit Hall, I formally invite you to join our Spirit Hall!

If you agree, you'll receive a monthly subsidy of one gold soul coin and can attend the Junior Soul Master Academy for free!

Su Yuntao rubbed his hands excitedly and rattled off the conditions for recruiting him.

One Gold Soul Coin!

The children and parents around, who were still unaware of the situation, all gasped in shock.

That's one hundred silver soul coins, enough for an average family to live on for several months!

Lord Matthew glanced approvingly at Ye Feng, then looked at Yu Xiaogang beside him, whose face was so gloomy it was almost dripping with water, and gently shook his head.

The elders of the Spirit Hall naturally knew exactly what the master was capable of.

It was only out of respect for His Holiness the Pope that this master was treated with such courtesy.