Erupting Forth

(Accidentally read this chapter while eating!!!)

Shao Erdan. Shao Yimao.

Neither of them had ever committed any earth-shattering evil, but they did one detestable thing after another. No one in all of Qing He Village had ever liked them.

Except themselves.

Yun Shou usually avoided dealing with the two of them. Back when he had still been a frail ordinary youth, running into either Shao meant getting pinned down and beaten.

And he had not run into them these past few days either. Aside from that time in the simulation, although he disliked Er Shao in reality, they had never had any conflicts.

But today, they had stolen from the home of someone he knew—no, someone who had shown him kindness.

Yun Shou's feet itched.

Yet Shao Erdan had no eye for people. Unable to recognize the Essence, Qi, and Spirit that set martial artists apart from ordinary people, he still took Yun Shou for that scrawny youth. He spat first. "What the hell are you looking at, you little brat? Get lost!"

Yun Shou swayed aside, dodging the spit.

Shao Erdan paused, not because Yun Shou had dodged his saliva. Walking to the window, he threatened him with a vicious expression, "My brother and I can search this shabby little house all we want. But if you dare tell those fishermen..."

He abruptly swung his fist. "I'll beat the shit out of you!"

"Got it." Yun Shou nodded.

Satisfied, Shao Erdan turned around. Just as he was about to continue searching with his brother for the sound of money they had heard yesterday, his neck suddenly tightened, his body went light, and the scenery before his eyes slanted sideways...

Yun Shou had grabbed him by the back of his collar and hauled him out through the window.

With a bang, he was flung onto the ground nearby.

Shao Erdan's mind went blank. Before he could understand what had happened, a foot pressed down on his stomach. He saw that scrawny... seemingly no longer so scrawny youth looking down at him from above, foot planted on him, asking:

"Beat the shit out of me, was it?"

Fear had only just surfaced in Shao Erdan's eyes when a stabbing pain exploded in his lower abdomen. His eyes rolled white, and he screamed again and again.

"Spare me, Grandpa! Ahhh, Grandpa, stop stepping on me!"

He cried out with practiced fluency, so smoothly that anyone could tell he had trained somewhere before.

Yun Shou said nothing. He merely kept stomping.

Azure Force Qi had already penetrated Shao Erdan's body. To a martial artist, an ordinary person's body had no defenses at all.

With Yun Shou's kind assistance, Shao Erdan sprayed his pants before he could suffer even more stomping pain.

The light vanished from his eyes as he lay on the ground like a corpse, a huge bulge swelling in his pants.

Still, the human body was an exceedingly delicate structure. Although Yun Shou had successfully forced him to evacuate this time, he could not guarantee there would be no aftereffects—for example, Shao Erdan being unable to control his ass for the rest of his life, turning pooping from manual to automatic...

Inside the house, Shao Yimao, who had watched the entire show from the window: "..."

He let out a scream and ran deeper into the house, but less than two seconds later, Yun Shou hauled him up and tossed him outside as well.

Ignoring the pain of the fall, Shao Yimao immediately crawled across the ground toward the distance.

He did not want to end up like his little brother. Being stomped until he shit himself alive was far too terrifying. One person bearing that kind of pain was enough—he would rather be beaten half to death!

Feeling a foot step on his back, Shao Yimao wailed even louder. "Sir, Grandpa, don't step on me... Aiyo!"

Yun Shou still said nothing. He simply kept stomping.

"There really isn't any, Grandpa! Aiyo! Grandpa, I just... aiyo! I just pooped earlier! Ah, aiyo!" He screamed and begged for mercy at the same time.

Yun Shou finally spoke, but the five words he said drove Shao Yimao into despair.

"Really? I don't believe you."

Three minutes later.

"Fine, there really wasn't any. I believe you now." Yun Shou spoke to Shao Yimao, who was half-dead and had wet his pants, then swaggered away.

After thinking it over, he felt it was inappropriate to leave two reeking fellows by Uncle Ji's window. So he grabbed their shirts, dragged them to the latrine, and tossed them inside.

"I'm really kind." Yun Shou was still praising himself on the way back. "If other decisive, kill-first protagonists had come, Er Shao would already be dead. Yet I only stomped them a few times and gave them a little punishment."

"Could I be a bit too saintly?"

That evening, after Uncle Ji and the others returned, Yun Shou delivered the last portion of fish meat and fish bones to them.

At night, he fell asleep quickly and slept very soundly.

"In one day this year, I experienced two battles in a row. I fully displayed my strength!"

Before sleeping, Yun Shou felt quite accomplished. No matter how powerful he had been in the simulation, it had all felt hollow. Showing that strength in reality brought an entirely different sense of accomplishment.

One battle had defeated hundreds of Spiny Fin Fish and shattered the spectacle of a "Fish Dragon Dance."

The other had beaten the village's two bullies until they could not clench their asses around their shit.

When playing games, difficulty that was too low drastically shortened a game's lifespan, making it feel boring and killing the desire to play. But in life, being invincible with cheats was pure exhilaration!

Meanwhile, several hours earlier.

Two dripping-wet people crawled out of the latrine.

Thankfully, the pit was not deep. Otherwise, the two of them really would have drowned.

"Big Brother, we got beaten so badly." Shao Erdan felt wronged to death.

Normally, he was as arrogant as could be, but that was merely a tyrannical outer shell. After being beaten up, that shell naturally fell away.

"..." Shao Yimao did not want to speak.

His little brother Erdan had only been stomped more than twenty times, while he had been stomped for a full three minutes—an ordeal that had felt like three days and three nights—and suffered forty or fifty stomps!

And throughout the whole process, it had felt as though an invisible giant hand were trying to squeeze the shit out of him!

After a long while, Shao Yimao stood up. "Let's wash up first. No, don't wash. Let's stay like this and go to the gang to get Uncle to act for us!

"Get Uncle?" Shao Erdan shrank back, somewhat afraid of that "Uncle." "Uncle told us not to stir up trouble. What if he scolds us again?"

"Fuck that, he's our own maternal uncle!" Shao Yimao gritted his teeth. "Usually, he can scold us however he likes. But how can this compare to before? We were practically beaten to death by that little bastard!"

"What uncle doesn't help his nephews? Who helps reason instead of family!?"

Shao Erdan nodded repeatedly after hearing that. "And we're in the right this time. We didn't find anything, and he beat the shit out of us. That kid's dead for sure. Next, it'll really be our turn to beat the shit out of him!"

"Don't mention the word 'shit' in front of me!" Thinking of how he had squatted over a pit before going to Ji Kangnian's house to search for money, which had caused him to endure twice as much suffering as Erdan when dozens of stomps failed to make him shit, Shao Yimao felt his anger rise!

Seeing his big brother get angry at him so rarely, Shao Erdan nodded meekly.

Only then did Shao Yimao snort. "That kid—I won't just beat the shit out of him alive! I'll also shove a huge wooden stick up his ass, so he won't be able to clench his shit for the rest of his life!"

Shao Erdan: "..."

No, Big Brother.

Aren't you also constantly saying "shit"? Why are you the only one who gets to say it?