Chapter 10: His Theories? Bullshit!
After that, it was Tang San's turn to pour out his grievances to him. Things like how the damned old man had ill intentions towards him, trying to use him as a guinea pig; showing off those theories of his that were merely conjectures never verified by practice, and so on.
Xia Tianling barely managed to stifle his laughter, inwardly marveling at the effectiveness of his education. He sympathetically patted Tang San's shoulder and comforted him, "Little San, I've also observed this Yu Xiaogang. Although many of his theories are unreliable, and many of the reliable ones weren't derived by himself, his foundational knowledge is still quite solid. Just learn selectively from him. Having more friends means more paths; there's no need to make things too tense with him."
"As for his talk about spirit mimicry absorption of spirit rings or whatever... Little San, let me just ask you one question. When your Hammer spirit needs to attach a spirit ring, do you need to find a hammer-type spirit beast to absorb? Tens of thousands of years ago, when the Spirit Master system first appeared, did people inherently believe that spirit rings from different types of spirit beasts couldn't be absorbed? Does something so obvious even need research?"
Hearing this, Tang San looked utterly astonished. He hadn't even thought of such a simple principle! He wasn't concerned about how Xia Tianling knew he had a Hammer spirit; after all, his Brother Tianling could divine things, so knowing was normal.
"Even more absurd is his speculation about your twin spirits. On this point, my teacher – the current era's only successfully cultivated twin spirit Spirit Master, Pope Bibi Dong of the Spirit Hall – personally told me. The inheritance condition for twin spirits is firstly that the quality of both must be close, and secondly, both must be very powerful, at least top-tier spirits, for twin spirits to possibly appear."
"Therefore, your Blue Silver Grass definitely cannot be ordinary Blue Silver Grass; it should at least be a top-tier plant spirit like Blue Silver Emperor or Blue Silver King. And your hammer is likely also a top-tier tool spirit. So, Uncle Hao..." Xia Tianling stated matter-of-factly, completely dissecting Grandmaster's theory. He didn't finish the last sentence, nor did he reveal Tang Hao's identity; that was best left for Tang Hao to say himself in the future.
"Besides, don't you have any idea where your innate full spirit power came from? Do you think his theory can be reliable?" Xia Tianling winked at Tang San, continuing his sarcastic digs at Grandmaster.
To be honest, he didn't actually know if Tang San's innate full spirit power was related to the Mysterious Heaven Skill. After all... this was a long-standing controversial issue. In his previous life, various 'great analysts' argued until they were red in the face without reaching a conclusion. He just simply wanted to mock Grandmaster.
Tang San fell silent. Now, he increasingly felt his teacher was unreliable and increasingly marveled at how correct his initial decision had been. If he had truly become Grandmaster's direct disciple, his future would have been difficult. If what Brother Tianling said was true, then his father and mother's identities were likely not simple either.
And his own innate full spirit power... was probably entirely thanks to the Mysterious Heaven Skill.
"And Teacher Yu even says things like, 'There are no trash spirits, only trash Spirit Masters'."
"Hahahahahahahahaha!" Hearing this, Xia Tianling couldn't hold back anymore and burst out laughing. It's hilariously thunderous, family!
"He, Yu Xiaogang, treats this sentence as gospel. If there truly are no trash spirits, then how come I've never heard of a Hoe Titled Douluo in this world? Never heard of a Fowl Titled Douluo? Among all the Titled Douluo registered in the Spirit Hall now, counting every single one, are there any with ordinary spirits? Even he himself is just a dreamer stuck at level 29 forever, unable to break through."
"Is Yu Xiaogang qualified to say that? 'There are no trash Spirit Masters, only trash spirits' would be closer to the mark!"
He originally wanted to say Yu Xiaogang was just trash stuck at level 29 for life, but on second thought, decided against it, sparing some harshness. (Low EQ: Trash stuck at level 29 for life. High EQ: A theorist dreamer with relatively low cultivation.)
Tang San's expression also turned peculiar. For Grandmaster, with his own level 29 cultivation, to say such a thing was practically slapping his own face. This was simply a case of being blind to what's right under your nose!
"Right, Little San, this book is for you." Xia Tianling took a few breaths to stop laughing and took out a book from the ring on his hand. The ring was a spirit tool gifted by Bibi Dong, with an internal space of over a hundred cubic meters.
"Brother Tianling, what's this?"
"This is the latest revised edition of the
He had actually written this book long ago, preparing it for Tang San to study. He was just borrowing the 'Tang Sect disciple' identity now, making this the opportune moment to present it.
"The Mysterious Heaven Skill, as an orthodox Daoist technique, emphasizes balance and peace. Acting according to the general principles of the
Tang San quickly took it and flipped through. Its contents were almost completely contrary to the original
So, unknowingly, the Tang Sect's path had already gone astray! No wonder no one could break through to the highest realm. Thankfully, Brother Tianling reminded me, otherwise, I would have been in danger.
Meeting Brother Tianling in this unfamiliar world is truly the best thing that could have happened! Tang San thought sincerely.
Regarding the speculation about the Mysterious Heaven Skill, Xia Tianling wasn't entirely bluffing Tang San; it was actually a reasonable deduction. In his previous life, while reading the book, he had wondered why the Tang Sect, which claimed to cultivate the orthodox Daoist Mysterious Heaven Skill, was a sect of killers, arsonists, and users of hidden weapons and poisons. It was too absurd. Recently, after obtaining the
How did the Tang Sect become like this... Perhaps this is the result of neglecting moral education? An originally fine group of Daoists gradually took the path of sneak attacks and poison – methods that yield quick results but are very unorthodox.
Promoting moral education is simply imperative! Let's set a small goal first: popularize six years of compulsory education across the continent within ten years! Xia Tianling silently set this small goal for himself in his heart.
However, as for why the Tang San in the original story could reach God King while still cultivating like that... don't ask. If you ask, the answer is ru(pro)les(tagonist) med(ha)iation(lo).
Shua shua... What was that sound of something being dragged on the ground?
Turning to look, it was Chrysanthemum Douluo dragging the limp but pig-faced Grandmaster towards them. Chrysanthemum Douluo clearly held no goodwill towards him, gripping his collar and bumping him along the ground all the way over. Reaching them, he casually tossed him onto the ground.
"Alright, this old man has revived this teacher of yours."
Tang San looked closely. Grandmaster, who had been unconscious, had actually opened his eyes and was staring at him with extreme fervor.
"Little San... you... you succeeded! I knew it, I knew my theory wouldn't be wrong!"
Tang San nodded helplessly. "Yes, Teacher Yu, your theory succeeded. My Blue Silver Grass now has added poison, and I gained a Bind skill."
"Good, good! Excellent..." Grandmaster struggled to say a few words, then fainted again.
"Senior, thank you for saving Teacher Yu," Tang San sighed but still thanked Chrysanthemum Douluo. Although this teacher of his was a bit unreliable, he had, after all, taught him something.
Chrysanthemum Douluo raised an eyebrow. Teacher Yu? There's meaning behind that form of address. Seems this kid isn't Yu Xiaogang this trash's direct disciple yet.
"No matter. Little Tianling calls me Grandpa. You are his friend; helping a junior is merely a trivial effort. However, I must remind you, this teacher of yours has truly excellent character." Don't be fooled by Chrysanthemum Douluo's wickedly charming appearance; he was quite skilled at being sarcastic.
Tang San laughed awkwardly and straightforwardly agreed, offering no rebuttal.
Seeing this, Chrysanthemum Douluo chuckled aloud. Yu Xiaogang, ah, Yu Xiaogang, your life is truly a failure. Even your 'disciple' is estranged from you.
Really... serves you right!
"Alright, rest here for the night. Tomorrow, this old man will escort you two out."
(End of Chapter)