Chapter 10: Slapping Yu Xiaogang in the Face, Was Yu Xiaogang's Theory Plagiarized?

Since the live broadcast was filmed by the system in all directions, the female hosts could see Su Ming and the others very clearly. They were all curious about what Su Ming looked like. They saw a young boy with black hair, handsome features, and strikingly good looks standing in front of a middle-aged man with a scruffy beard.

Next to the middle-aged man stood a six-year-old boy with dark blue hair, long and somewhat slim—this should be Tang San.

In the Blue Bar Academy, Liu Erlong froze and looked at Yu Xiaogang in the live broadcast. The corners of her eyes were a bit moist as she murmured, "Xiaogang, I haven't seen you for so long. You've lost a lot of weight."

The others, who didn't have much to do with Yu Xiaogang and Tang San, focused on Su Ming. "What a nice, handsome little boy!" they thought.

Su Ming looked at Yu Xiaogang with eyes that were stupidly clear and asked, "In that case, Master, can you tell me what your soul power level is? Since your theory is so powerful, your strength should be strong as well, right?"

Yu Xiaogang's smile stiffened at this. He had originally thought he could snub another talented young boy into worshiping him as a master, but Su Ming wasn't easily impressed!

The ladies watching the live broadcast were eager for Yu Xiaogang's answer. Even Liu Erlong had a tense face, aware that Xiaogang's soul power had been stagnant at level 29 for several years.

"Ahem, I'm a Theory Master, so my strength isn't too strong," Yu Xiaogang said awkwardly.

Su Ming continued, "But since you're not that strong, how did you come up with those theories? Although I haven't enrolled in school yet, I know that discovering theories often requires the soul master's own strength to support them. Or perhaps, do you have a strong background? Are there powerful soul masters doing theoretical research for you?"

[Hahaha, let's see how this Theory Master handles it. At this point in time, the saying that there are no wasteful martial souls, only wasteful soul masters, is pure nonsense!]

[Unless there are extraordinary resources, innate soul power determines one's upper limit.]

Yu Xiaogang didn't expect Su Ming's eyes, which appeared naive moments ago, to seem so shrewd now. He said, "Although I'm not strong, I used to be affiliated with the Martial Soul Temple, so I have access to its data, which I used to develop my core theory."

Su Ming replied, "So you're saying that almost all your theories were copied from the Martial Soul Temple? Are you such a Theory Master—taking theories from the Martial Soul Temple and organizing them to claim them as your own? I think it's better not to worship a master. I'll just follow the academy and learn. Goodbye, Master."

With that, Su Ming turned and left, walking alone toward the dormitory assigned by the school.

Yu Xiaogang was left standing in embarrassment. Su Ming not only rejected him but also made him lose face. Yu Xiaogang wanted to say something, but he didn't want to leave a bad impression on Tang San, as he needed him for future theories' verification.

So he snorted coldly, then smiled and said to Tang San, "Xiao San, Su Ming doesn't worship me as his master because he lacks the fortune. With your talent, you'll surpass him soon enough. When that time comes, help me give him a good smack in the face!"

Tang San nodded and said, "Got it, teacher. Don't worry; Su Ming has brushed off your face. Not worshipping you as his teacher is his loss!"

From Su Ming's conversation with Yu Xiaogang, Tang San understood that most of his teacher's theories were derived from the Martial Soul Temple, not originally his own. But he didn't mind.

No matter where Yu Xiaogang's theories came from, he knew about Tang San's dual-born martial soul and possessed knowledge about martial soul cultivation that was more profound than most people. This made worshiping him worthwhile.

As for Su Ming, walking toward the dormitory, he couldn't help but laugh inwardly. Making Yu Xiaogang lose face was immensely satisfying.

The female hosts watching the recording had mixed feelings.

Liu Erlong was in a complicated mood. Yu Xiaogang's theory was valid but not original. She had always believed that Yu Xiaogang turned to theoretical research because of his lack of strength and that the 'Ten Core Competencies of the Martial Soul' were all his work. During their travels across the continent as part of the Golden Iron Triangle, she had been drawn to his supposed wisdom.

Ning Rongrong, the young princess of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect, felt ashamed of Yu Xiaogang's behavior. Coming from a wealthy family and being cherished by her father Ning Fengzhi, and Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone, she knew more.

She believed that theories not originally discovered should be properly cited and their sources indicated. Her father had mentioned Yu Xiaogang before, and although he called him a theory master, there was no profound respect—possibly for this reason.

[Hahaha, today was too good. Let this scum, Yu Xiaogang, lose face. His theories are almost all copied from the Martial Soul Palace and refined under the guise of 'finishing'—truly shameless! He wanted to accept me as a disciple? Dream on!]

[Moreover, Yu Xiaogang didn't just copy theories. He published them, leading commoners to believe they were his original work, thus earning him the title of Theory Master on the continent.]

[But hasn't Yu Xiaogang considered the consequences of publicizing these theories? Does he think he's the only smart one on the continent who can publicize such theories while others, including clans and the Martial Soul Palace, remain clueless?]

[Any reasonably powerful and intelligent soul master can deduce the correctness of some theories through observation. With so many powerful individuals from major clans, do they really need Yu Xiaogang to research and organize them?]

[Why don't the major clans publicize these theories? They use this information to attract and cultivate geniuses within their sects, widening the gap between them and commoners. The main difference lies in access to information.]

[Only the then-young Pope of the Martial Soul Hall, Bibidong, believed Yu Xiaogang's wisdom and was drawn to him. She even wanted to leave the Martial Soul Hall with him. It's a case of love clouding judgment—quite frightening!]

Ning Rongrong, watching the diary, began to understand why her father referred to Yu Xiaogang as a theory master without much respect. It was clear now!

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