Douluo Continent: I came from Demon Slayer!

Lin Yang and Yu Xiaogang didn't have much interaction.

During his four months at the academy, he only met Yu Xiaogang a handful of times and never spoke a word to him.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they're like complete strangers.

At this moment, however, the "master" stared straight at him, his usually lazy eyes now sharp, as if scrutinizing something.

"Greetings, Master," Lin Yang said with a slight bow.

He was inwardly suspicious of Yu Xiaogang's appearance, but outwardly he maintained basic politeness.

"Um!"

As if humming through his nose, Yu Xiaogang remained expressionless, which served as a greeting.

"Master, is there something you need from me?"

Lin Yang didn't beat around the bush and asked directly for the reason.

He didn't think Yu Xiaogang had come just to chat, and he certainly wasn't there to take him on as a disciple...

Yu Xiaogang was silent for a few seconds before speaking.

"You've broken through level ten?"

This matter wasn't a secret, and Lin Yang didn't intend to hide it, so he nodded in agreement.

"I remember your innate soul power is level five, and your martial soul is a sword," Yu Xiaogang said, his eyes filled with curiosity and wonder.

"Logically speaking, a level 5 innate soul power should not be cultivated so quickly."

Lin Yang's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, but his expression remained calm.

From the time he enrolled until now, all his cultivation practices have been traceable, and even if someone were to investigate, they certainly wouldn't find anything wrong with them.

"Master," Lin Yang said calmly.

"I don't quite understand what you're saying. I'm just practicing normally."

"As for the fast cultivation speed... could it be that the master's innate soul power is also level five? Anyway, I think this speed is quite normal."

Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaogang's body visibly stiffened, and his expression became somewhat unnatural.

His innate soul power was less than level one, and his cultivation was slower than a tortoise's pace. Naturally, he did not understand how fast the normal cultivation speed of a level five innate soul power was.

He simply deduced that Lin Yang's cultivation speed was not quite right based on various data collected in previous years.

He tried to outsmart them, but ended up shooting himself in the foot.

"Cough cough..."

Yu Xiaogang coughed lightly, forcing a kind expression onto his face.

"Lin, don't misunderstand, I meant no harm."

"I have studied the field of martial spirits for decades, and no one understands the potential and potential flaws of martial spirits better than me."

As he spoke, a radiance seemed to appear on his face, a glow that radiated confidence.

"Of the 1,350 sword-type martial souls I studied, 827 possessed soul power, and nearly 80% of them had innate soul power below level three."

"Of the remaining 165 people, 113 have level 4 innate soul power, 37 have level 5 soul power, 10 have level 6 soul power, and 5 have level 7 or above, but..."

Yu Xiaogang abruptly changed the subject, his burning gaze sending chills down Lin Yang's spine.

"Your innate soul power is only level five, but your cultivation speed is no less than that of someone with innate soul power level seven. According to my research on the ten core competitiveness of martial souls, your martial soul is definitely a mutated martial soul."

When Yu Xiaogang said this, his tone carried an undeniable firmness and confidence, as if he had already seen through the biggest secret of Lin Yang's martial spirit.

Lin Yang raised an eyebrow, his expression calm.

Only family members know their own affairs.

He had long suspected that his innate soul power was not only level five, but most likely used to suppress the Ghost Blood Martial Soul, resulting in a depletion of his innate soul power.

However, to claim that one's martial soul is a mutated martial soul is far too arbitrary.

However, he didn't immediately refute him, but instead went along with what he said.

"So, Master, you're saying my martial soul is a benign mutation?"

To Lin Yang's surprise, Yu Xiaogang shook his head: "No, it's a malignant mutation."

Lin Yang revealed his beady eyes, looking utterly astonished: ?

Do you want to see what you're saying?

Seeing the shock in Lin Yang's eyes, a smug glint flashed in Yu Xiaogang's eyes.

"One of the ten core competitive advantages of martial souls that I have released is that the size of innate soul power is directly proportional to the quality of the martial soul."

"Your cultivation speed is very fast, which means that you have a strong aptitude for cultivation, at least in terms of mental strength, you are stronger than your peers."

"But your innate soul power level means that your martial soul quality is not outstanding, at least it does not match your cultivation aptitude."

"Therefore, I can be absolutely certain that your sword-type martial spirit has undergone some kind of malignant mutation in its characteristics such as hardness, toughness, and even sharpness, resulting in the weakening of the martial spirit..."

Watching Yu Xiaogang speak eloquently, Lin Yang didn't know what to say.

He was certain that the master was not a complete fraud. From the above deduction, it can be seen that he had some skills, but that was all.

He attributes everything that doesn't conform to his "common sense" to a mutated martial soul, right?

He could rattle off all sorts of data effortlessly.

Even elementary school students know that statistical data needs to be accurate and complete, and even that variables need to be controlled.

None of these exist.

It's hard to convince people if you only talk the talk!

However, Lin Yang patiently listened to him finish speaking.

Finally, Yu Xiaogang's mouth became dry, and he had to stop to catch his breath. Lin Yang also took this opportunity to prepare to slip away unnoticed.

"Thank you for your guidance, Master. I have benefited greatly and will come again to receive your teachings in the future."

After saying that, Lin Yang turned to leave.

However, Yu Xiaogang was getting anxious and quickly grabbed Lin Yang's shoulder: "Wait."

He didn't come here for free science education; he hasn't achieved his goal yet, so how could he let Lin Yang leave so easily?

"Is there anything else, Master?"

Lin Yang stopped and turned around slightly.

"Lin Yang, although your martial soul is a malignant mutation, you have already proven that you have enough potential."

After saying all that, Yu Xiaogang finally revealed his purpose.

"With my guidance, I can help you overcome the defects caused by the mutation of your martial soul. Your future growth will definitely be much broader than it is now, and you may even reach... the title of Douluo."

When Yu Xiaogang mentioned the words "Title Douluo," a hint of ambition flashed in his eyes.

This was his lifelong goal: to train a disciple who would become a Title Douluo, so that those who looked down on him would know that he, Yu Xiaogang, was not a waste.

These words are extremely persuasive. If they were spoken to a normal six-year-old child, they might actually be fooled into bowing down in worship.

Although Lin Yang's body is that of a six-year-old, his mental age is not, so he will not be easily fooled.

Most importantly, Yu Xiaogang's theories did not have much effect on him.

Lin Yang's tone was extremely calm, without the slightest fluctuation.

"Thank you for your kindness, Master. I am very satisfied with my current cultivation state. I have not encountered any bottlenecks, and..."

Lin Yang paused for a moment, then continued,

"My current task is to select a suitable spirit ring, and as for theoretical research... I hope to have the opportunity to receive guidance from the master again in the future."

Lin Yang put it very tactfully, but the core meaning was the same.

I'm open to listening to your theories; I won't lose anything, but don't interfere with my cultivation.

Seemingly not expecting Lin Yang to refuse, Yu Xiaogang's face turned ashen when he heard these words.

He desperately wanted to storm off, but remembering that Lin Yang was currently the only person who could verify his theory, he forced himself to remain patient.

"Lin Yang, you are very smart, but some things are better seen than heard."

"Don't let rumors lead you astray."

"The mutation of a martial soul is full of uncertainty. If you choose the wrong first soul ring, your martial soul may mutate again in the future, and it will be too late to regret it then."

Lin Yang nodded perfunctorily: "Then, according to Master's opinion, what kind of spirit beast do you think I should choose as my first spirit ring?"

Yu Xiaogang replied without hesitation,

"Your martial soul is of low quality. Its sturdiness and sharpness are not comparable to top-tier martial souls, so you need to be bold and try unconventional approaches."

"The first spirit ring should be a poison-type spirit beast, which will add the poison attribute to the weapon spirit, making up for the lack of attack power, and also giving it a powerful spirit skill."

Upon hearing this, Lin Yang nearly spat out a mouthful of soda and killed the old man.

The last bit of goodwill I had for Yu Xiaogang quickly vanished.

His martial spirit is a blade, yet instead of finding ways to increase its sturdiness and sharpness, he goes so far as to add poison attributes, which is truly ridiculous.

He finally understood that Yu Xiaogang had no intention of seriously guiding him at all; he just wanted to use him as a test subject to verify his theories while he was acquiring spirit rings.

Lin Yang's remaining patience had been completely worn away by Yu Xiaogang, and a hint of impatience flashed in his eyes. He cupped his hands and said...

"Thank you for your guidance, Master. However, I already have a target in mind regarding the selection of soul beasts, so I won't trouble you with that."

After saying that, Lin Yang ignored Yu Xiaogang's ugly expression and turned to leave.

This departure is tantamount to a complete falling out.

"You can't make something out of nothing, Lin Yang... you'll regret this."

Watching Lin Yang's departing figure, Yu Xiaogang frowned and left.