Taking Off Your Pants to Fart

At the same time, that terrifying hunger rapidly ebbed away.

Amid the comfort, Qin He could not help letting out a great sigh of relief.

The greatest punishments in life were pain and hunger. Going hungry every day would make life unbearably hard.

But once the demonic art was mastered, its benefits were immense.

Of course, there were downsides too.

After swallowing more than a hundred Inner Cores, Qin He had not only avoided bursting apart and dying, but had instead refined an ocean of pure Origin Power. That alone was already defying heaven.

If he did not discharge something, then it would not be called a demonic art—it ought to be called a supreme divine art.

After all, even if every Inner Core contained only the tiniest, most minuscule speck of material that could not be refined, gathered together, it would still amount to quite a lot.

One had to know that even old monsters of the Dao Palace Realm did not dare directly swallow Inner Cores from the True Essence Realm. At most, they might swallow a single Inner Core from the Mortal Body Realm—and even then, they would proceed with extreme caution, never touching one unless absolutely necessary.

As for how the downside manifested itself—

Qin He felt his lower abdomen sink, and his sphincter was greeted by long-lost tension.

And that tension came with tremendous force, so much so that Qin He felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen.

This was... his sphincter needed to vent gas!

Qin He clamped his legs together, trying to resist, but in less than three breaths, he surrendered.

The tension broke past its threshold.

It had to be released!

The next moment, he hurriedly pulled off his pants.

"Pff pff pff pff pff~~~"

"Squeak squeak squeak squeak~~"

"Pip pip