While practicing spear techniques earlier, Yun Ming had noticed that Yang Lin's spear art was arguably the worst among all the students present—even worse than another clan member who had awakened their martial soul at the same time as them. That was precisely why he had specifically used it to provoke Yang Yi.
Everyone heard Yun Ming say that Yang Yi was inferior to Yang Lin.
Yang Lin and the other students: "???"
Yang Hong: "."
Although Yang Hong had also seen through Yun Ming's provocation, for this kid to mock his son right in front of him, the father, didn't Yun Ming show a lack of respect?
However, since it concerned whether Yang Yi could regain his confidence, Yang Hong didn't say much. Besides, his own silly boy was quite optimistic, so he continued to watch Yun Ming's performance.
Hearing this, Yang Yi stopped in his tracks and turned back, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at Yun Ming. The fury in his expression was second only to when he had been beaten to the point of near-madness earlier.
It was one thing for Yun Ming to look down on him—he truly couldn't beat Yun Ming—but for Yun Ming to say he wasn't even as good as Yang Lin? Was this not treating him, Yang Yi, like a human being? Yang Yi gritted his teeth and said.
"You say I'm not as good as Yang Lin?!!"
Yang Hong: "."
Seeing Yang Yi regain his spirit, Yang Hong was happy, but the fact that the boy recovered the moment he heard Yang Lin's name made him feel like this kid didn't respect him either! No, wait, it was definitely Yang Lin who was disappointing; he would give him a good thrashing when they got home. Yang Lin never expected that the beating Yun Ming had just helped him avoid would be returned so quickly.
Yun Ming was unaware of Yang Hong's current mental activity; he still had to continue guiding Yang Yi.
"That's right. At the very least, he is tougher than you. Even if he can't beat anyone, he at least has the courage to keep losing, while you are afraid after losing just once!"
Hearing Yun Ming evaluate him like that, Yang Lin muttered in a low voice.
"He just arrived today, how does he know I've been losing all this time!"
Hearing what his son was muttering, Yang Hong's face turned completely black. He decided that when they got home, he could have his wife join him for a mixed-gender doubles beating. You brat, you don't care that people look down on you, but you care about how he knew?!!
Yang Yi was also stunned upon hearing this, looking at the muttering Yang Lin. He had never lost before, so he didn't understand Yang Lin's feelings. Now that he had lost once, he felt miserable, yet Yang Lin lost every day and was perfectly fine! Having just suffered a crushing defeat, Yang Yi couldn't help but fall into self-doubt again. Could it be that I really am not as good as Yang Lin?
However, he quickly recalled the daily antics Yang Lin had displayed since joining the Clan School half a month ago, and he shuddered. No! Absolutely not!!!
Losing to Yun Ming was one thing; his spear art was indeed superior, and he could accept that.
Losing to Yang Lin?!! That would be a disgrace to his ancestors!!!
Seeing Yun Ming bring Yang Yi back to 'life' with just a few words, Yang Lin and the others nearby were filled with admiration. In particular, the eyes of two clan sisters began to look at him with a different light; after all, being handsome, capable, and smart—what kind of perfect catch was this? It just made Yun Ming feel inexplicably uncomfortable.
Watching Yang Yi's expression become vivid again, Yun Ming nodded inwardly. Sure enough, someone like Yang Yi, who appeared arrogant and conceited on the outside but was fragile on the inside, would never allow himself to lose to someone who was inferior to him in every way, such as Yang Lin.
Once Yang Yi's reason returned, he realized that Yun Ming had been provoking him, and he understood the purpose behind it. For a moment, the look he gave Yun Ming was somewhat awkward. But for him to actually thank him? That was impossible; it would never happen in this lifetime!
The moment Yang Yi thought about how he had provoked Yun Ming, and yet Yun Ming had helped him walk out of the shadow of failure, he thought, He's actually a pretty good guy! Wait, wasn't it him who beat him into a state of self-seclusion?!!
He had almost been deceived by Yun Ming's innocent appearance. With that thought, the awkwardness in Yang Yi's eyes faded, and the flames of defiance reignited. He had lost in spear art, but there was still much to learn in the Clan School. Yang Yi didn't believe Yun Ming could beat him in everything!
The other students who had been watching the situation unfold were relieved to see Yang Yi's expression return to normal. Yun Ming even saw a pretty clan sister step forward to show concern for Yang Yi, analyzing their previous 'duel' of spear arts, which only made Yang Yi's face turn darker and darker.
As for Yang Hong, who had been offline for a long time, he breathed a sigh of relief while looking at the juniors in the clan who had returned to normal. At the same time, he felt he was the only loser of this match—no, the second! That silly son of his, Yang Lin, who had made him a loser, would also have to accept some unjust sanctions from his old man!
After practicing another round of spear drills, Yun Ming and Yang Yi had another teaching session, and the morning basic spear art class came to an end. After the spear art class was the Soul Master theory class, and another uncle from the clan, Lin Ye, came to give the lecture.
Yun Ming walked with the others to the inner classroom for the lesson, listening to the elder on the podium talk about general knowledge of the continent, Soul Master knowledge, and some theories of the Soul Master World. Among them, he specifically brought up the masterpiece of the continent-renowned martial soul theorist, Yu Xiaogang, "Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul," to enlighten everyone.
Hearing Lin Ye call Yu Xiaogang a martial soul theorist, and seeing that the book he wrote was called "Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul"—something that sounded very impressive just by its name—Yang Lin asked curiously.
"Uncle Ye, since this theorist is so amazing, he must be very strong, right? What is his cultivation level? Soul Emperor? Soul Saint?"
As Yang Lin spoke, he saw Uncle Ye's expression becoming increasingly strange, and he couldn't help but be startled, blurting out.
"Could it be..."
Lin Ye hurriedly interrupted Yang Lin's bold thoughts. You started by guessing double his cultivation level, and now you're aiming for triple—do you have any idea how disrespectful that is!
"This theorist's cultivation is not high; he is only a level 29 Soul Grand Master."
Yang Lin was puzzled upon hearing this cultivation level! He couldn't help it; in the Breaking Clan, there wasn't a single Soul Breaking Spear wielder over the age of twenty who was below level 30. He didn't have a deep understanding of a level 29 Soul Master from the outside world. He continued to ask.
"Then this theorist must be very young, or perhaps from a commoner background? Otherwise, how could he only be level 29?"
Recalling the rumors about that theorist, Lin Ye clicked his tongue in wonder and said helplessly.
"That theorist seems to be from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, and he is about forty years old this year!"
Yang Lin: "."
Yang Yi, sitting on the other side of Yun Ming, sneered. If it were the previous Yang Yi, he likely wouldn't have bothered with Yang Lin, but ever since Yun Ming compared Yang Lin and Yang Yi, Yang Yi had noticed this clown and always felt annoyed looking at him. Yang Yi said coldly.
"Enough, Yang Lin!"
"I already said that guy is a martial soul theorist. He must have poor cultivation talent, which is why he became a theory expert. Otherwise, who with good talent wouldn't work hard on their cultivation instead of running off to study how to cultivate!"
Lin Ye also felt that this must be the truth. Before he could speak, Yang Yi asked again.
"Since he can be called a martial soul theorist, and his work is called 'Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul,' he must be very talented, right!"
Hearing Yang Yi's question, Lin Ye choked again. Were children these days asking such sharp questions? Lin Ye said with a guilty conscience.
"That's not necessarily true. 'Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul' has quite a few loopholes."
"I am using Yu Xiaogang's work today as a negative example to help deepen your impressions!"
Hearing Lin Ye's answer, Yang Yi was stunned, while Yang Lin and the other students couldn't hold it in anymore and burst into loud laughter. This theorist was too interesting.
"Hahahaha~"
"Hahahaha~"
"."
Yun Ming looked at Lin Ye, Yang Yi, and Yang Lin with a strange expression. He felt that these three had rather exceptional mouths, as if they had been smeared with the Yang Family's special poison. If that Great Master were to hear their conversation, he would probably be angered to death!
Perhaps sensing Yun Ming's bizarre gaze, Lin Ye cleared his throat and spoke loudly.
"Alright! Stop laughing!"
"Let's continue the lesson."
For the rest of the time, Lin Ye broke down and dissected the erroneous knowledge involved in that book, "Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul," explaining where it was wrong and what its limitations were. As for the correct knowledge, he touched upon that as well, though there was very little of it, and those parts were somewhat common knowledge.
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