Chapter 11: Blue Silver Emperor Bloodline Exposed! Yu Xiaogang Is Truly Ruining His Students!
Seeing that Lin Yuan showed no suspicion, she finally let out a sigh of relief.
If Lin Yuan were to find out that she possessed a copy of his diary, that would count as a rule violation. In serious cases, her memories could even be erased.
Right now, she still wanted to learn more about this continent from the contents of Lin Yuan's diary.
If Lin Yuan truly knew the plot, then he should also know how her future would turn out, right?
If so, she could avoid it in advance.
And even if it didn't involve herself—well, eating some gossip wasn't a bad thing either.
Just like now, she had only just found out that the current Pope, Bibi Dong, had once been involved with a sloppy man like Yu Xiaogang.
What kind of eyesight did she have back then?
Although Xiao Wu wasn't a looks-obsessed person, if you liked someone, there had to be some reason, right?
Looks, temperament, personality…
Yu Xiaogang had none of those. Poor appearance, sloppy aura, cowardly personality, and probably a hint of arrogance on top of it all.
Yet Bibi Dong actually fell for him—just thinking about it made her want to laugh to death.
If what Lin Yuan said was true, then this was a textbook black history moment!
Lin Yuan didn't expose Xiao Wu's little thoughts and continued unloading in his diary:
[When Yu Xiaogang released those half-baked theories back then, he really did fool a lot of ignorant civilian soul masters.]
[After all, in an era monopolized by noble clans, information gaps equal money and resources.]
[But his irresponsible behavior was outright harmful!]
[Those civilian soul masters who blindly believed him—if their physiques weren't up to standard yet still tried to absorb soul rings according to his so-called "limit theory"—]
[People would really die!]
[If it weren't for the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan backing him, and Bibi Dong, that love-brained woman, secretly protecting him, this trash would've been beaten to death eight hundred times already!]
[And there's one especially classic line that I still consider the joke of the year.]
["There are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters."]
[Listen to that—how inspiring! How passionate!]
[If this sentence were just meant to encourage kids with low innate soul power not to give up, I'd have nothing to say. Fine—call it good chicken soup.]
[But the problem is, this line is actually one of his core theories!]
[And he even applied it to Tang San!]
[Tang San has innate full soul power. Even if his martial soul were Blue Silver Grass, his cultivation speed would still be top-tier.]
[That alone proves that even if Blue Silver Grass were trash, as long as you follow the growth methods of other plant-type martial souls, becoming an ordinary control-type soul master wouldn't be a problem.]
[What does that have to do with whether the martial soul is trash or not?]
[On the other hand, Yu Xiaogang himself has 0.5 innate soul power, the martial soul Luo Sanpao.]
[According to his own theory, 'there are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters.']
[Then, him being stuck at rank twenty-nine for his entire life—doesn't that prove that he himself is the "useless soul master"?]
[This is brutal—so brutal he's even roasting himself!]
[I hereby name this phenomenon—the Self-Destruct Truck!]
Heaven Dou City — Blue Tyrant Academy
Liu Erlong stared at the diary. Her lips moved as if she wanted to refute it, but no words came out.
"There are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters…"
Those words had once been the reason she admired Yu Xiaogang the most.
She thought they embodied defiance against fate.
But now, after Lin Yuan dissected them—
"Yes… If there really are no useless martial souls, then why can't Xiaogang break through rank thirty?"
"Why does he insist on researching theories to prove himself, instead of proving himself through cultivation?"
"Could it be that, deep down, he also acknowledges that he's useless?"
Liu Erlong's eyes gradually dimmed.
She realized that the tall, glorious image of the "Grandmaster" in her heart was collapsing piece by piece, revealing the weak, insecure, and contradiction-filled soul beneath.
Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan
Ning Rongrong laughed so hard she rolled around on her bed, completely devoid of any ladylike image.
"Hahahaha! This is killing me!"
"Lin Yuan's mouth is way too vicious!"
"Self-destruct truck? I don't even know what kind of truck that is, but the imagery is amazing!"
"This Yu Xiaogang is basically a walking joke!"
[Of course, the reason Yu Xiaogang dared to confidently mislead Tang San was partly because there was something he fundamentally didn't know.]
[That was—he had no idea about Tang San's true background!]
[He thought Tang San was just an ordinary twin-martial-soul genius.]
[But he had no idea that Tang San's Blue Silver Grass was not ordinary at all—it carried the bloodline of the "Blue Silver Emperor," the pinnacle of plant-type martial souls!]
Spirit City — Pope's Palace
Bibi Dong had still been drowning in shame over her exposed black history. But the moment she read this line, her pupils shrank violently!
"What?!"
"Blue Silver Emperor bloodline?!"
As the Pope, she understood the weight of those words far too well.
Back then, the previous Pope, Qian Xunji, had led people to besiege that hundred-thousand-year Blue Silver Emperor—and returned heavily injured, eventually dying from those wounds (even though she delivered the final blow).
That Blue Silver Emperor was the wife of that man from the Clear Sky Sect!
"Tang San… surname Tang… twin martial souls… Blue Silver Emperor bloodline…"
All the clues connected in an instant.
Bibi Dong suddenly stood up, killing intent surging out of her body like a suffocating tide.
"So that's how it is!"
"No wonder he has twin martial souls! The other one must be the Clear Sky Hammer!"
"Tang San… the bastard offspring of Tang Hao and that hundred-thousand-year soul beast!"
"Good! Very good!"
Cold light flickered in Bibi Dong's eyes.
"Since you've delivered yourself to my doorstep, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
"To cut the weeds—one must pull out the roots!"
Heaven Dou Empire — Crown Prince's Residence
Qian Renxue read the diary, golden light flickering in her eyes.
"Blue Silver Emperor? The legendary emperor of all Blue Silver Grass?"
"I never expected that someone from a remote little city would have such an enormous background."
"The remnants of the Clear Sky Sect, huh…"
Qian Renxue lightly tapped her fingers on the table, a playful curve appearing at the corner of her lips.
She had no intention of capturing Tang San.
Because she wasn't sure whether doing so would alter certain events that were destined to happen in the future.
So far, Lin Yuan's diary hasn't mentioned her at all.
If a small move on her part caused future events to change, how would she prepare for them?
[A Blue Silver Grass with this bloodline has already transcended the category of a "trash martial soul" at its core.]
[It contains extremely powerful life attributes within it.]
[Ordinary Blue Silver Grass also has strong vitality—but that's "lowly life," while the Blue Silver Emperor is "imperial life."]
[This is a leap in the level of life —a qualitative transformation of existence!]
[Therefore, for Tang San's Blue Silver Grass, the most perfect cultivation route should actually be the "Life Control Path" or the "Life Support Path."]
[Using overwhelming life force to achieve endless regeneration—Wildfire Cannot Destroy the Grass, It Grows Again With the Spring Wind.]
[But this requires correct guidance.]
[And our so-called 'Grandmaster' Yu Xiaogang?]
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