My martial spirit leads me to Earth; I begin by submitting my skills to the Douluo Continent.

"Your so-called theory may only be based on a few lucky successes in ancient books, while ignoring the thousands of failures and deaths behind them."

Su Yun pushed up his sunglasses and coldly uttered a single word:

"Master, this is called survivor bias in statistics."

"Using a one in a billion survivor as a universal rule to apply? This isn't academic research; you're playing with human lives!"

A barrage of questions rained down on Yu Xiaogang's face like machine gun fire.

The gazes of the other part-time students changed, from admiration to doubt, and finally to fear.

Yeah, he doesn't have a plant-based martial soul, how would he know it would work?

What if I'm one of the 99% who fail and I explode? Who will be responsible?

Yu Xiaogang was cornered, his face flushed red, and he was sweating profusely.

Under the questioning gazes of the crowd, his psychological defenses finally crumbled.

To prove he wasn't delusional, and to salvage his crumbling dignity, he roared hysterically:

"Of course I have evidence! I didn't make it up!"

"When I was young, I consulted countless precious books from the Spirit Hall! I read thousands of notes from the elders of the Spirit Hall and the cultivation records of Soul Masters! These are all patterns I summarized from the Spirit Hall's database!!"

Upon hearing this, Su Yun's lips curled up slightly.

They finally managed to trick him out!

The shout silenced the entire second floor of the cafeteria instantly.

Even Tang San was stunned.

Su Yun raised an eyebrow, a sarcastic smile curving her lips, and uttered a single sentence.

"Oh... so it's information about the Spirit Hall."

Su Yun stood up, looked at Yu Xiaogang, whose face was pale and who realized he had misspoke, and spoke in a low voice, but every word was piercing.

"Although I'm not very well-educated, I do know one principle."

"The internal data accumulated by generations of people and tens of thousands of soul masters of the Spirit Hall with their blood and lives is recorded in their archives."

"You used your authority to sneak in, took a quick look, copied a few conclusions, and then immediately claimed them as your findings? Your theory?"

Su Yun shook his head, uttering a final, sarcastic remark:

"Master, this is not research."

"That's called academic plagiarism!"

"To put it simply, it's plagiarism."

"Stealing other people's stuff, rebranding it, and calling it your ten core competencies? Does the Spirit Hall even know how shameless you are?"

boom--!

If what came before was merely a questioning of ability, then this is a complete collapse of character.

The surrounding students immediately erupted in an uproar.

"What the hell? So it was copied from the Spirit Hall?"

"Using someone else's data and claiming it as your own theory? That's outrageous!"

"This is what a master is? Isn't it just changing the book title and putting his own name as the author?"

Various disdainful and mocking gazes pierced Yu Xiaogang like sharp swords.

The once arrogant and invincible master of theory now stood there, trembling, his face ashen, like a clown stripped naked and displayed to the public.

Tang San sat to the side, silently suppressing the respect he felt.

"So, the so-called theoretical invincibility was just from reading a few books that others wouldn't let me read..."

"Pah! I was almost moved to tears just now!"

Wang Sheng is straightforward and has the most explosive temper.

He felt that his earlier adoration was like feeding a dog, so he slammed the chicken bone in his hand onto the table and pointed at Yu Xiaogang, cursing.

"My mother said that thieves who steal things get their hands chopped off! Stealing someone's book is even more shameless than stealing money! How can you call something a scholar does stealing? That's called shamelessness!!"

"Shameless!"

"Hahaha! Wang Sheng's words may be rough, but they make a lot of sense!"

"What theoretical master? I think he's a plagiarism master!"

"He used other people's data to act sophisticated, and got angry and embarrassed when Boss Su exposed him. His character is really terrible."

Even the noble students around him, who were originally self-assured, showed expressions of disdain and pointed at Yu Xiaogang.

"Academic plagiarism is a serious crime that warrants expulsion in any college."

"I feel ashamed for him. He's so old, and not a single child knows what intellectual property rights are."

These harsh sounds were like resounding slaps, striking Yu Xiaogang's stiff face hard.

Yu Xiaogang trembled all over, his face turning from deathly pale to liver red, and then from red to green.

His pride and dignity, the image of a talented but unappreciated man he had painstakingly cultivated for twenty years, shattered completely at this moment.

He wanted to argue back, to shout at these ignorant children.

But when he opened his mouth, he found that his throat was blocked and he could not make any strong sound.

Because what Su Yun said was true.

All of his theories were indeed based on summaries of the Spirit Hall's archives.

He bears an indelible original sin regarding the issue of data sources.

"You...you all..."

Yu Xiaogang pointed his trembling finger at Su Yun, then at the students around him whose eyes had changed, and finally could only helplessly flick his sleeves.

"This brat is not worth discussing things with! You can't talk about ice with a summer insect!!"

He forced out this sarcastic remark through gritted teeth, turned around, and walked unsteadily and disheveledly toward the stairwell.

That figure, no longer enigmatic, appeared instead unusually hunched and flustered, much like a stray dog ​​fleeing in disarray.

"Wait a minute."

Su Yun's voice rang out slowly and deliberately, like a nail, pinning Yu Xiaogang to the spot.

"Master, don't rush off. This academic seminar has only just begun."

Su Yun leaned back in his chair, pushed up his sunglasses, stared at the stiff back, and asked the final, piercing question.

"Since you regard the absence of useless martial souls as a truth, then I will ask you one last hypothetical question."

Su Yun pointed to Tang San, who looked completely bewildered, beside him:

"Let's assume that your beloved disciple still awakens the Blue Silver Grass, but he doesn't have that rare innate full soul power. Instead, he's an ordinary person with zero innate soul power, destined to never break through to level ten. But in every other aspect, he's no different from now."

"Master, may I ask...?"

Su Yun's voice suddenly turned cold, each word like a knife:

"Would you still cherish him as much as you do now, and want to take him as your apprentice?"

"Or will you treat him like any other part-time worker, not even bothering to glance at him, and even think of him as a lazy good-for-nothing, a piece of trash?"

Su Yun pressed closer, her voice echoing throughout the cafeteria:

"Master, you keep saying there are no useless martial souls, but your actions tell us that—in your eyes, a soul master with no value is just trash!"

"What exactly is your definition of a good Soul Master? Is it a useful lab rat? Or a tool to help you save face?!"

"Or is it that in your eyes, as long as someone has high soul power and high status, it doesn't matter how despicable their character is...?"

Su Yun paused for a moment at this point.

He tilted his head slightly back, racking his brains, trying to conjure up the image of a villain.

Finally, he rubbed his temples, and relying on his most extreme imagination of the dark side of human nature, he casually fabricated a terrifying hypothesis that even he himself found absurd and ridiculous:

"Master, let's think about human nature in a more negative light. Suppose—I'm just saying, suppose."

"If there were such a person, standing at the pinnacle of Soul Masters, possessing supreme power, yet he used the guise of 'for your own good' to satisfy his twisted desire for control..."

"He even went so far as to cruelly tear apart the soul of his own daughter, treating the fate of his loved ones like puppets to be played with at will."

"Master, in your theory that strength is truth, is this kind of top-tier expert who even schemes against his own daughter also the kind of high-ranking Soul Master you admire?"

boom!

This question, like a thunderbolt, directly ripped away Yu Xiaogang's last fig leaf.

"this……"

Tang San suddenly raised his head, and upon hearing this hypothesis, a surge of righteous indignation instantly ignited in the boy's eyes.

Although Su Yun was just giving an example, the person in that example was absolutely disgusting!