Supreme Retard Song Yi

Dong Hu grabbed the young Song Yi by his arm, dragging him to the skull furnace, "go on kid have a try."

Song Yi's face instantly went pale.

This made Dong Hu angry, grabbing his hand and forcing it to the furnace's red flames, "Do it, or you'll be in there next!" he barked.

Song Yi instantly complied with the madman's demands, following the book's detailed instructions, he felt the flow of the demonic energy that was in the air, and intensely radiating from the furnace and guided it gently to the soul that was Long Fang.

The soul started to shake about, until a high-pitched scream emerged, the sound of terror, emerging from a small child. Pitiful, sad, heart-breaking.

"Quickly!" Dong Hu cursed, grabbing to Song Yi's other hand, and placing it in the fire, while the book that was on the floor quickly flipped to the page titled, 'Soul Trap'.

The entire page was a collage of horrid diagrams designed to ensnare the human soul, preventing it from fleeing in the face of absolute terror.

Warded off were the paths to Samsara; only pain and suffering were what awaited the poor souls afflicted by these bindings.

Terror struck Song Yi's heart, waving his hand in a specific pattern, making it look like an animal's claw. Afterwards exclaiming the words, "Lesser Soul Trap!", tears streaked from either side of his cheeks, dripping to the floor, muffled by the sounds of the shrieking soul within the furnace.

Slowly a yellow cage formed around the howling soul, forcefully suppressing it. Eventually, it started to fade away, much like the light in someone's eyes would fade when they passed.

The red and ethereal Long Fang slowly turned pale white, but became thicker and corporal, as if it occupied a physical place in reality.

"Pale white, not half bad." Dong Hu nodded, obviously impressed.

"You may have some talent when it comes to this…"

"Song Yi." Song Yi stated his name.

"You may have some talent for Demonisis, Song Yi. There are five grades of souls. Yellow, Red, White Black and Purple." Dong Hu lectured them.

"Yellow souls are souls that have lost the majority of their original power, only possessing twenty-five per cent of what was once living."

"Red souls possess twenty-six to forty-nine."

"White souls are those that posses fifty to seventy percent of their original strength."

"Black souls possess seventy-one to ninety-four percent, and a legendary purple soul have up to a hundred percent of the persons original power!

What makes purple souls incredibly powerful, though, they have the ability to grow and evolve!" Dong Hu looked off to a corner with wonder and envy; he longed for the chance to refine a purple soul.

"There are also subgrades; ethereal, corporal and complete. You've managed to create a White – corporal soul. This can be considered a good talent, especially for a first timer. You can leave today, knowing that you have both gained a master and kept your life." Dong Hu laughed, pushing the two boys out of his doorway, bored with their presence.

When questioned where they should go Dong Hu handed them a map of the outer mountain, showing them where the dorm rooms were located and giving them a piece of advice, "Hurry, don't get some crappy rooms. That old witch probably hasn't finished her lesson yet, meaning you'll get to pick the rooms before anyone else."

"Senior, is there a difference?" Song Yi asked, curious of the matter.

"I told you not to call me, senior!" Dong Hu glared at the boy.

"M-Master?" Song Yi stuttered; his tongue all tied up.

"Better." Dong Hu nodded.

"Yes, there's a big difference. Usually, the students would battle for the best rooms. This is because all rooms are part of a magnificent formation which pipes pure Qi into each of them. The better the room, the purer and more abundant the Qi."

Dong Hu started to rub his hands, maliciously, "Of course, these battles can only take place twice a year. At the time of the Winter and Summer solstice!" a little cackle emerged from his lips, pushing them out and making them rush, following the map.

"Oh, one more thing!" Dong Hu rushed in front of the pair, "Sha Ku, you need to promise me something."

Sha Ku looked up at Dong Hu with bright eyes, wondering what the old man Dong Hu could want.

"What can I do for you, Uncle Dong?" he said with a smile.

"Haha, no hesitation, I like it,"

"Promise me you'll look after this young Song Yi." He said straightforwardly.

"Of cou-" before he could finish what he was about to say Dong Hu kept talking.

"He's only a Black level talent. This is the equivalent to be a fool or a jester in the natural world. People will view it as if a supreme retard managed to get into a prestigious school with a full scholarship. Truly young Song Yi here is equal to a brain-dead old man when it comes to cultivation!"

Dong Hu nodded as if he were morning a dead animal.

Song Yi looked on in horror, his face almost turning the same colour as milk. This was a bit harsh, wasn't it?

"But. He has more than enough talent to compensate for it in Demonisis.

So, make sure he doesn't get his head caved in or something." Dong Hu immediately walked through the two boys, knocking them over like bowling pins, entering his barn and slamming the door behind him before Sha Ku could even reply!

Sha Ku frowned; this old man was obviously short a few cards of a full deck.

Whereas, Song Yi was in an odd state. He didn't know what to make of the matter; he was slightly touched by his master's concern. Yet… he was emotionally crushed. It wasn't often one got called a supreme retard…