Farting Like Hammering Iron, Tang San's Fart-Fueled Charged Hammer

"It's fine. We're all friends here now."

"Go ahead and show us."

"Could it be that you can avoid fighting others just like I do? There's nothing shameful about losing face. What matters is your own strength."

Yu Xiaogang patted Tang San on the shoulder and comforted him a few times.

"Alright!"

"Teacher, I understand."

"Step back a little. I'm afraid I might accidentally hurt you."

Tang San nodded heavily.

Although Yu Xiaogang was somewhat puzzled about how Tang San could accidentally hurt him, he still took a few steps back, ending up directly behind Tang San.

No matter which direction Tang San threw the hammer, he would not be able to hit him.

However, Ye Fan retreated several more steps, then pushed the invisible Snorkel Zombie in front of himself.

He made sure his eighteen-layer mask was firmly in place.

Sigma was also looking forward to Tang San's changes. After all, Tang San was his friend's disciple.

Tang San's second Soul Skill flashed.

"Second Soul Skill, Fart..."

His body instantly swelled up.

Though Yu Xiaogang was puzzled, he nodded in satisfaction. So this was charging up.

The theory he had stolen...

The theory he had researched was not wrong.

Immediately afterward, Tang San's first soul ring flashed.

The white soul ring wrapped around Tang San's Blue Silver Hammer, looking rather unimpressive.

He shouted,

"First Soul Skill!"

"Farting Like Hammering Iron, Tang San's Fart-Fueled Charged Hammer!"

"Bang!"

Tang San fiercely hurled the Blue Silver Hammer in his hand.

At the same time, an enormous wave of yellow gas erupted from Tang San's backside.

Yu Xiaogang was standing very close to Tang San, directly behind him.

He took the entire impact head-on.

The massive fart blasted straight toward Yu Xiaogang.

With one fart, Yu Xiaogang's hair was blown wildly backward. He had never imagined that this was what Tang San meant by accidental injury.

The bigger the fart, the greater the recoil force gained by the Blue Silver Hammer.

The Blue Silver Hammer shot forward at incredible speed and smashed into a tree trunk with a bang.

The tree trunk rumbled and shattered in response.

Seeing this power, Ye Fan nodded inwardly.

As expected of the Blue Silver Hammer. It actually possessed such tremendous power.

It was comparable to the attacks of ten peas that had not received any improvements since two and a half years ago.

Fortunately, he had prepared in advance and was not affected by the fart.

The power was strong enough, but it was all brought about by the accumulated fart.

After letting out that fart, Tang San was visibly weakened.

He turned to look at Yu Xiaogang.

Yu Xiaogang had long since been blasted into a completely different state.

His hair stood in an explosive mess, while his blue robe had become tattered and ragged.

"Teacher... you..."

Yu Xiaogang coughed twice.

A cloud of yellow smoke slowly drifted out of his mouth.

Tang San grew worried. "Teacher, are you alright?"

I told you to move away, but you wouldn't listen.

"I'm fine. I was just blasted by a fart."

Yu Xiaogang quickly tidied himself up before asking the question that concerned him most.

"Little San, what is going on with your second Soul Skill?"

"Why are you farting?"

"And it's so loud. Why did you even chant a Soul Incantation?"

His questions came one after another like a barrage of cannon fire.

Tang San was extremely embarrassed as well.

"My second Soul Skill is called Fart Stockpiling."

"After using it, I can use the power of farts to strengthen my other Soul Skills."

"When using Soul Skills, I also have to pair them with the Soul Incantation. Only then can I activate them."

"There's one more thing."

"I can also eat foods that make me fart to reduce the Soul Power consumption."

"And I only get three chances to fart. Every time I use Fart Stockpiling, I have to replenish it immediately."

Two and a half years ago, when Tang San learned that Yu Xiaogang's method of attack was farting, he had found it extremely amusing, though he had not laughed out loud.

Having a martial soul that used farts as an attack method...

What an embarrassing thing that was among Soul Masters.

Yet today, it had fallen upon his own head.

After Ye Fan, Sigma, and Yu Xiaogang heard Tang San's explanation, they all looked at Luo Sanpao.

Why did this feel like a low-budget version of Luo Sanpao?

Luo Sanpao. Tang San Fart.

The reason for all this was that Ye Fan had changed strength into fart.

Tang San had absorbed the soul ring of a 192-year-old Charge Fart Pig...

Ye Fan also sighed deeply at this moment.

Sure enough, people of the same family ended up together.

These two really looked like a married couple.

Plot modification successful. Tang San's original charging attack has become a fart-stockpiling attack. Reward: 1,000 years of freely allocated age, which may be added to any soul ring or soul bone.

"Another thousand years?"

Adding it to the previous thousand years, that was equivalent to two thousand years.

The age of his second soul ring was now exactly eight thousand years.

He directly added the two thousand years of freely allocated age to his second soul ring.

A vast power descended.

Ye Fan's second soul ring instantly turned black.

Although it was only an increase of two thousand years, those two thousand years were more important than the previous eight thousand.

Breaking through from a thousand years to ten thousand years was a qualitative transformation.

The pressure of a ten-thousand-year soul ring instantly spread outward.

Sensing that pressure,

Sigma's expression immediately changed.

"The aura of a ten-thousand-year Soul Beast!"

However, in that very instant, Ye Fan used his soul ring's simulation ability to turn the second soul ring yellow again.

Sigma's gaze snapped toward the area behind Ye Fan. He could accurately sense that the aura of the ten-thousand-year Soul Beast had come from that direction.

"A ten-thousand-year Soul Beast!"

Yu Xiaogang was visibly stunned upon hearing those words.

"How could the Soul Hunting Forest possibly contain the aura of a ten-thousand-year Soul Beast?"

His strength was too low, so he could not sense it at all.

Just like how Zhao Wuji, in the original storyline, could not tell that the Titan Giant Ape in the Star Dou Great Forest was actually a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.

"My senses cannot be wrong. This place is too dangerous. We need to leave immediately!"

Sigma did not linger. The four of them quickly left while remaining on high alert.

After the four had left, a Dolphin Rider Zombie swiftly arrived and carried away the corpse of the Charging Pig.

Ye Fan had firmly remembered the words that Charging Pig meat was delicious.

Moreover, eating Soul Beast meat could strengthen one's physique.

As a summoning-type Soul Master, he followed the path of slave control.

What he feared most was being decapitated.

Protection alone was not enough. His own body had to be strong as well.

The four of them did not waste any time in the Soul Hunting Forest.

They kept going until they left the place.

Only after entering the town outside did they finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Time passed quickly, and another two and a half years went by in the blink of an eye.

The fifth year's vacation arrived.

Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Ye Fan did not leave.

Tang San usually studied with Yu Xiaogang.

When he returned at night to sleep, seeing Xiao Wu hold Ye Fan as she slept while he himself cultivated bitterly alone every day...

It felt absolutely terrible.

Finally,

He could not take it anymore and went to find Yu Xiaogang.

When Yu Xiaogang held him while they cultivated, he instantly felt much better.

He was someone with a wife too.

She was far better than Xiao Wu in more ways than one.

He remembered a saying from his previous life: when there was an elder at home, it was like having a treasure.

Yu Xiaogang was his treasure.