Ma Hongjun’s comment in the live chat really voiced what the vast majority of people were thinking.
Most of those who watch the Sky Curtain across the continent are ordinary people and low-level Soul Masters, and most of them have never experienced systematic theoretical learning.
To them, Yu Chen’s notes on the sky were like a book written in the heavens.
Only those who had truly studied the theory of Martial Souls could understand the weight of this theory!
On the playground of Shrek Academy.
Ning Rongrong looked at the group of people around her and was speechless.
She originally thought that she had relied on the doting of her two grandfathers in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and had been slacking off in her theoretical studies every day, so her foundation was already bad enough.
But now, looking around, besides Tang San who seemed lost in thought and Yu Xiaogang with a livid face, there was no one else.
Dai Mubai, Oscar, Ma Hongjun, and even Flander and several teachers all looked completely bewildered.
In that instant, Ning Rongrong felt that if she continued to stay at Shrek Academy, her future would be bleak.
“I see…
No wonder!”
Tang San’s eyes suddenly lit up, and the doubts that had been building up in his heart for a long time were instantly resolved.
“No wonder the soul power I absorb using my martial soul is never as pure as the one I cultivate with the Mysterious Heaven Technique!
It turns out that the Mysterious Heaven Technique skips the martial soul transformation step and absorbs the purest natural soul power!”
Tang San’s expression, filled with admiration for Yu Chen in the sky, did not escape Yu Xiaogang’s notice.
Seeing his most prized disciple looking at that useless person with no soul power with an admiring gaze, Yu Xiaogang felt a surge of anger rush to his head.
He suddenly raised his hand, about to adopt the airs of a teacher and reprimand Tang San, but the words caught in his throat.
“No way, I’ll still need my mistress to prove my theory in the future!”
Thinking of this, Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the frustration in his heart, and desperately comforted himself:
“Calm down!
The mistress is just temporarily blinded by that illusion.
Once the video finishes playing, he’ll naturally realize that Yu Chen is nothing but a clown trying to attract attention!”
And only then did Yu Xiaogang remember that Tang San’s father was the dignified Haotian Douluo!
If his father came looking for him, he could easily get Haotian Douluo to protect him.
With this thought, Yu Xiaogang felt completely at ease.
At this moment, someone in the barrage section of the screen had already answered Ma Hongjun’s question.
[Shui Bing’er]: Although I don’t understand the first and third points, Yu Chen’s second theory alone is enough to overturn the future way of Soul Master cultivation.
[Shui Bing’er]: Everyone has always believed that the quality of a martial soul determines everything.
But Yu Chen has proven that the martial soul is only one element affecting cultivation speed!
[Shui Bing’er]: This also means that even if the quality of a martial soul is low, it can be made up for by training one’s physique and mental strength.
This Yu Chen is only six years old!
How could a six-year-old do all this?
[Hu Liena]: Didn’t you see all those glass test tubes piled up in his room?
That means he’s already secretly done hundreds or thousands of experiments!
[Oscar]: That doesn’t make sense either.
He doesn’t even have soul power, so how could the concentration of soul power be measured from his blood?
[Ning Fengzhi]: It’s gray oolitic jade!
The device he used contained gray oolitic jade!
[Ning Fengzhi]: Commoners often mix this into lamp oil for lighting.
But it actually has a little-known property: it can weakly draw in soul power!
Yu Chen used this property to gradually purify the soul power in his blood!
After sending this comment, Ning Fengzhi, who was far away at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, sighed deeply, his eyes filled with amazement and regret.
“What a pity!
Such a genius, and Yu Yuanzhen in the video just threw him aside like trash!
If he were my son, even without soul power, I would still be willing to give all my resources to help him with his experiments.”
With Ning Fengzhi, the sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, speaking out, no one in the comment section questioned Yu Chen anymore.
The screen was filled with comments of shock and praise.
Many people even started flooding the screen demanding that Tianmu immediately change the title and give the title of “Theoretical Master” to Yu Chen, which infuriated Yu Xiaogang, Liu Erlong, and Bibi Dong.
On the sky, the images continued to shift.
[Having finished summarizing and recording, Yu Chen put away her notebook, pushed open the door, and walked out of the wooden house.]
Today is not only the day of Martial Soul Awakening, but it also happens to be the beginning of the month, the day the sect distributes cultivation resources.
Yu Chen went to the resource distribution area within the sect as usual.
However, as soon as Yu Chen stepped into the hall, he noticed several pairs of eyes looking at him.
[But this isn’t surprising.
After all, following today’s awakening ceremony, Yu Xiaogang’s pig-like martial soul and Yu Chen’s zero soul power have made them the biggest joke of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.]
Faced with their undisguised contempt and mockery, Yu Chen remained expressionless and walked straight to the distribution window.
Behind the window, the deacon Yu Kun, responsible for distributing resources, looked up, saw it was Yu Chen, and immediately laughed, saying in a sarcastic tone.
“Oh, isn’t this our good-for-nothing young sect leader?
What’s wrong?
You don’t even have a trace of soul power, yet you still have the nerve to come and collect resources?”
Yu Chen said calmly, “As long as I’m still in the sect, I can receive it according to the rules.”
Yu Kun slammed his hand on the table, his eyes filled with disdain: “Rules?
You, a piece of trash without any soul power, dare to talk about rules?
The sect’s resources are for soul masters to cultivate, not for wasting on trash like you!”]
Yu Kun’s voice was extremely loud, and everyone in the hall heard him.
Immediately, everyone began to condemn Yu Chen.
“Exactly, what resources can you get without soul power!”
“Do you really think you can eat and drink for free just because you have the title of Young Sect Master?
Our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan only recognizes strength!”
Among this group, some simply looked down on Yu Chen, while others were dissatisfied with Yu Xiaogang’s usual arrogance but dared not speak against him, so they vented their frustrations on Yu Chen.
Hearing the surrounding insults, Yu Chen remained silent.
He stood by the window, quietly watching Yu Kun.
One minute…
two minutes…
After a short while, Yu Kun finally couldn’t hold on any longer.
His reason for acting this way was to annoy Yu Chen, since Yu Xiaogang had never given him a kind look before.
However, considering that Yu Chen was, after all, the sect leader’s son, Yu Kun didn’t want to cause too much trouble, so he casually tossed over a gold soul coin.
Yu Chen frowned slightly.
Even though he wasn’t well-liked by Yu Yuanzhen before, he still received at least one hundred gold soul coins a month.
Now, however, he had been reduced to just one.
But he said nothing, only gave Yu Kun a deep look, picked up the gold soul coin, and turned to walk out of the hall.
“Holy crap!
Don’t chicken out!
Let’s get them!”
Upon seeing this scene in the simulated video within the system space, Su Chen suddenly jumped up from the ground.
If it were up to his personality, he would definitely make a big fuss about it no matter what.
No matter what, the identity he’s impersonating is Yu Yuanzhen’s biological son.
As long as he makes a big fuss, Yu Yuanzhen will give him more resources out of consideration for family ties and face.
Thinking of this, Su Chen pointed at the simulation video and started complaining.
“Damn it!
Does your broken system even know how to simulate anything?”
“Are you sure you can do it?
If not, let me do it myself!”