Qin Ye swallowed the swelling complaints in his heart and smiled, “There’s naturally evidence to back all of these. Just catch a Yin spirit that harbours great grievances in its heart, and keep feeding it with other wandering spirits. You’ll notice a difference in its disposition within a single week!”

“Absurd!” The man in a white lab coat exploded. He was anticipating a clever response from Qin Ye, only to receive a completely outrageous one that was akin to a lightning bolt out of the blue. In the heat of the moment, he completely forgot that he was still in the First Academy of Cultivators, and his chest rose and fell heavily as he barked back at Qin Ye, “The reason why they’re called Yin spirits is precisely because they cannot be touched by objects of Yang! Unless they take possession of something, the only thing we can do is to purge them! How could you possibly carry out that experiment?!”

Qin Ye felt incredibly weary.

He finally understood why Arthis always harped on the same thing over and over again - It’s not that I’m against anyone in particular. It’s just that everyone seated here is complete and utter trash.

I mean… how long have you allowed your legacies and traditions attenuate? These are things that I’ve been able to do ever since I was a meagre Netherworld Operative! How could none of you know it? And yet at the same time be able to extract the essence of the sun and the moon? Isn’t your tech tree a little skewed to one...