You Have a Rather Unique Place to Cultivate

You Have a Rather Unique Place to Cultivate

"Xiao Wu!"

Tang San instinctively turned and called out to Xiao Wu.

His body happened to turn its back toward Dai Mubai.

Dai Mubai's tiger claw, originally aimed at Tang San's chest, instantly shifted toward his back.

Especially the center of his back.

If that strike landed solidly,

Tang San might be seriously injured, severely affecting the great battle to come.

His tiger claw moved downward.

It went straight for Tang San's butt.

This was one of the sturdiest parts of the human body,

and also the place he loved striking most in battle.

The tiger claw lashed out, instantly shredding Tang San's pants to pieces.

Although Tang San's First Soul Skill, Striving Strike, was not unleashed, that did nothing to stop the fart he had been holding in from being released.

Ye Fan and Xiao Wu had just left the Rose Hotel a second earlier.

The next second—

"Boom!"

A tremendous crash rang out from inside.

The Rose Hotel's enormous sign instantly collapsed from the shockwave.

At the same time, all the glass windows shattered.

Thick yellow smoke billowed out from within.

If it had been white smoke instead, people would have thought the Rose Hotel was on fire.

Over the past few years, Tang San had never forgotten to eat extra white radishes.

The power of his farts could be called truly formidable.

Immediately afterward, the pair of Twins screamed and ran out in a hurry.

Their clothes were a mess. The instant they saw Ye Fan,

their eyes lit up at once.

"Can we do it with you..."

"No."

Ye Fan replied flatly. The two women instantly wilted,

while Xiao Wu immediately felt delighted inside.

Inside the Rose Hotel,

Tang San's fart had exploded directly in Dai Mubai's face.

His golden hair was instantly dyed yellow.

And a massive fart was often not pure.

Yet Dai Mubai showed not the slightest disgust.

"Your fart really packs a punch."

"You're trained, too."

"Others train their hands and legs, but you train that part."

"You really are unusual."

"I like it."

"I hope what follows will be a thoroughly satisfying battle!"

Dai Mubai swiftly grabbed Tang San by the neck.

Tang San immediately passed out and collapsed into Dai Mubai's arms.

"Give me the room key."

Dai Mubai looked at Manager Wang.

Manager Wang looked at Dai Mubai, then at Tang San. He swallowed and handed over the room key.

Dai Mubai was taking Tang San to his personal battlefield.

He swept his gaze over the room coldly.

"If you dare tell anyone, your Rose Hotel won't be staying open."

Manager Wang gritted his teeth, clenched his right hand into a fist, and bang—punched himself in the bridge of the nose.

Then his whole body swayed as he collapsed to the floor.

The other employees had long since been driven inside by him.

Only then did Dai Mubai nod in satisfaction and take Tang San to the top-floor room, Red Ocean.

When Tang San woke up, he discovered that he was tied up on an enormous pink heart-shaped bed.

Pale red gauze curtains hung from the ceiling, concealing the space above the heart-shaped bed and lending it a dreamlike beauty.

Red rose bedding, pillows patterned with red roses—

everything carried an intense, peculiar atmosphere,

enough to make one's blood race.

Except being tied up here gave it an entirely different feeling.

"What's going on?"

"Wasn't I fighting that Dai Mubai just now?"

"How did I end up here?"

Footsteps sounded.

Through the pale red gauze curtain, he could see a very tall man steadily approaching from outside.

A white bathrobe seemed to be tied around his waist, as though he had just finished bathing.

The pale red curtain was pulled open.

Tang San froze.

Dai Mubai?

Dai Mubai slowly untied the bathrobe.

Tang San's body trembled violently.

"What are you doing?"

Dai Mubai gave a wicked smile.

"We're both Soul Masters."

"You're one of the rare opponents I've encountered."

"I haven't had a thoroughly satisfying battle in a long time."

"Definitely trained!"

"Ah!"

Plot modification successful. Dai Mubai and Tang San fought a thoroughly satisfying battle in another way, causing Dai Mubai to place great importance on Tang San.

Reward: Soul Power consumption when releasing Soul Skills reduced by 10%.

Ye Fan was searching for a new hotel with Xiao Wu when the system's voice suddenly sounded.

The corners of his mouth rose involuntarily.

A ten percent reduction in Soul Power consumption for releasing Soul Skills was a considerable enhancement for someone like him, who needed to release large numbers of Soul Skills to have any combat strength.

If using one skill required ten points of Soul Power, then one hundred points of Soul Power could originally only release ten Soul Skills. Now, it could release eleven.

And this scaled proportionally; it would only become more powerful later on.

Tang San should thank me, right?

Ye Fan muttered to himself.

Naturally, this was because he had changed the character for "battle" into the character for "love."

The power of love really was intoxicating.

"Let's check this place out."

Ye Fan glanced to the side at Qiyue Inn.

"Okay!"

Xiao Wu readily agreed.

The innkeeper looked like a small-time hooligan.

He gave Xiao Wu an extra look, but seeing Ye Fan there with her, he did not cause any trouble.

The two quickly checked in.

The room was ordinary.

One bed, bedside tables on both sides, and a bathroom.

Xiao Wu specifically asked for a double bed. Her reason was that since she was going to sleep while hugging Ye Fan anyway, and the two of them would end up sharing a single bed, they might as well get a double bed.

A day passed, and Ye Fan spent the entire time cultivating.

By the next morning, Xiao Wu could no longer hold herself back and begged Ye Fan to take her out for a walk.

The two strolled toward the city center.

Suotuo City truly deserved to be called a main-city-level city.

Though it was still morning, it already displayed a scene of bustling prosperity.

Life in the city clearly moved much faster than in the leisurely Notting City.

Most pedestrians passing by wore hurried expressions.

The two simply wandered around the area.

"Huh, Fan Ge, look over there."

Xiao Wu suddenly tugged Ye Fan's arm and cried out in surprise.

"That seems to have something to do with Soul Masters."

Ye Fan followed the direction of her finger and saw a shop not far away. Its storefront was not large,

but the sign hanging outside was quite distinctive.

It bore the same markings as a third-grade Spirit Hall token:

the Seven Kill Sword, the Clear Sky Hammer, and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.

This should be Flender's shady shop from the original plot.

Ye Fan led Xiao Wu toward the shop.

"Let's take a look."

The two slowly approached and easily sensed fluctuations of Soul Power. They came from Soul Tools.

He had previously received rewards from the system.

He knew a great deal about Soul Tools.

Although knowledge such as Soul Tool crafting had already been lost on Douluo Continent,

Ye Fan could easily make them himself.

There was only one person in the shop, and there was no counter in sight.

Several items hung on the three walls. They all looked old,

and not at all like anything valuable.

The sole person sat in a wooden rocking chair with his eyes closed, swaying along with it.

A hooked nose, a face like the sole of a shoe—one look and he was clearly a crooked merchant.

Ye Fan was also quite curious.

Why did Tang San and Flender, two names from entirely different Eastern and Western styles, both appear on Douluo Continent?

What would Flender's future son be called?

Vladimir?

"Fan Ge, are all the things inside Soul Tools?"

Xiao Wu asked curiously.

"Basically."

Ye Fan swept his gaze across them and identified everything clearly.

There were two or three offensive Soul Tools, one defensive type, and five storage types.

Suddenly,

a crystal caught Ye Fan's attention.

The crystal did not look remarkable. It was transparent in itself,

but it contained a large amount of dark yellow impurities.

Could this be the Dragon Beard Needle Crystal Tang San bought in the original plot?