Soul Hunting Forest: Luo San Pao's Farting and the Night Killer

[White World]

The scene abruptly turned cold and bleak.

There were no ridiculous chants.

No embarrassing stinky farts.

At the entrance to the Soul Hunting Forest.

Bai Tang San glanced at the panting Yu Xiaogang trailing behind him.

A flicker of impatience passed through his eyes.

"You're too slow."

"At this pace, we won't find a suitable Soul Beast before nightfall."

Yu Xiaogang braced his hands on his knees, just about to lecture him about "safety first."

But Bai Tang San no longer wanted to listen.

"Give me the token."

"Wait on the outskirts."

"I'll go in alone."

Yu Xiaogang froze. Before he could refuse, Bai Tang San had already snatched the token from his hand.

The next second.

The boy's figure vanished into the depths of the forest like a ghost.

Only a faint afterimage lingering in the air proved that he had ever been there.

Deep within the forest.

Like a nimble cat, Bai Tang San moved soundlessly through the treetops.

With the lightest tap of his toes against a branch, he could glide several meters away.

Without making the slightest sound.

He did not even disturb the leaves.

Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track.

Only beneath Bai Tang San's feet did this movement technique truly display its proper brilliance.

It was not meant for fleeing.

It was meant for hunting.

Ahead.

There was another pack of Nether Wolves.

More than a dozen of them patrolled their territory.

Bai Tang San crouched atop a thick branch, looking down at them from above.

There was no fear in his eyes, only calm calculation.

"Thirteen in total."

"One Hundred-Year Wolf King and twelve ten-year Wolf Guards."

"A direct fight would be unwise."

He pulled a paper packet from his robes.

It was Drunken Soul Powder he had prepared at an apothecary in Nuoding City.

It had been refined from realgar, Soul-Bewitching Grass, and several special paralytic plants.

There was no need to draw blood.

As long as they inhaled the powder, low-level Soul Beasts would fall into a brief coma.

Bai Tang San checked the wind direction.

With a flick of his wrist.

The paper packet exploded in midair, turning into a cloud of colorless, odorless powder that drifted toward the wolf pack on the breeze.

One second.

Two seconds.

The Nether Wolves that had been vigilantly patrolling began to move sluggishly.

Some swayed unsteadily, as though drunk.

Others simply collapsed onto the ground and fell into a deep sleep.

Even the hundred-year Wolf King shook its head, releasing a low whine as its limbs weakened.

At that very instant.

Bai Tang San moved.

He leaped down from the tree.

The Mortal Iron Dagger in his hand carved a bleakly beautiful arc through the air.

Pfft!

There was no wasted movement.

The dagger sliced precisely into the Wolf King's throat.

Fast.

Accurate.

Ruthless.

The Wolf King did not even have time to scream before clutching its throat and collapsing into a pool of blood.

The other Wolf Guards wanted to resist, but the medicine had taken effect. They could only watch helplessly as the human boy harvested lives like the god of death.

Bai Tang San did not slaughter them indiscriminately.

He killed only the Wolf King.

Then, with practiced ease, he pried open the wolf's jaws and pulled out its two sharpest fangs.

"These are as hard as refined iron. They're excellent material for making Bone Piercing Nails."

After putting away his spoils.

He wiped the blood from his dagger and turned to disappear into the darkness.

The entire process had been smooth and effortless.

He had not wasted a shred of Soul Power.

Nor had a single drop of blood stained his clothes.

Was this even hunting Soul Beasts?

It was practically an artistic assassination performance!

[Real World]

Spirit Hall.

Ghost Douluo, Gui Mei, who had always been a man of few words, now had eyes beneath his Black Robe that shone terrifyingly bright.

"A fine prospect."

Gui Mei's hoarse voice carried undisguised admiration.

"Calm, decisive, able to use the environment, and capable of killing with a single strike."

"With this temperament and these methods, he was born to make a living in the Agility Attack System."

He turned to Chrysanthemum Douluo beside him.

"Yue Guan, compared to that useless thing that only knows how to fart."

"This Bai Tang San is more like a king capable of surviving in the darkness."

Bibi Dong nodded slightly as well.

Though they were set in opposing camps.

She had to admit it.

The qualities Bai Tang San displayed even left her somewhat astonished.

"He does not rely on his Martial Soul or Soul Skills."

"With nothing but his wits and methods, he can kill a Hundred-Year Soul Beast above his level."

"This is a true... monster."

And at Shrek Academy.

Hei Tang San watched himself dancing alone through the night on the Sky Curtain.

Then he looked at Yu Xiaogang beside him, who was still wiping sweat and boasting that he had "deliberately revealed a weakness."

An unprecedented sense of disparity.

It sawed back and forth across his heart.

"So..."

"Without Teacher's protection, I could do this too?"

"So..."

"Was all this so-called training merely an excuse for Teacher to hide his incompetence?"

Hei Tang San clutched the corner of his clothes tightly.

For the first time, suspicion toward Yu Xiaogang appeared in his eyes.

And Yu Xiaogang.

His face had already gone pale.

Watching Bai Tang San's textbook-perfect infiltration and assassination on the Sky Curtain.

He felt as though an invisible hand had viciously slapped him across the face.

Shattering his dignity to pieces.

"No... That's just a cheap trick!"

"That's the Unorthodox Path!"

"What kind of Soul Master fights without facing their opponent head-on with Soul Skills?!"

He screamed madly in his heart, trying to find even the slightest bit of comfort.

But the Sky Curtain would not give him time to catch his breath.

The scene continued.

Deep within the Soul Hunting Forest, night was as black as ink.

The air reeked of rotting leaves and blood. Danger quietly bred in the darkness.

The image above split apart once more, laying two entirely different turning points of fate bare before the world.

A four-hundred-year Datura Snake had arrived!

[Black World]

"Luo luo..."

Luo San Pao stirred restlessly, fear filling his beady eyes.

"Not good! There's a poisonous creature!"

Yu Xiaogang's expression changed drastically as he prepared to order a retreat.

Hiss—!

A streak of dark green lightning tore across the night sky.

It was the Datura Snake!

It was astonishingly fast. Carrying a foul wind with it, it lunged straight at Luo San Pao, who was standing guard by farting.

Bang!

There was no suspense whatsoever.

After just one exchange, Luo San Pao—the "mutated Martial Soul" Yu Xiaogang had bragged about—was sent flying and dissolved into specks of purple light.

"San Pao!"

Yu Xiaogang cried out, completely panicked.

His twenty-ninth-level Soul Power was as fragile as paper before a four-hundred-year Soul Beast.

"Xiao San, run!"

He shouted, yet his legs gave out beneath him, and he fell to the ground.

A desperate situation.

Hei Tang San looked at the giant snake flicking its tongue, determination flashing through his eyes.

"Teacher, I'm not leaving!"

Instead of running, he stepped in front of Yu Xiaogang.

Purple Demon Eye, activate!

Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, evade!

Sleeve Arrow, loaded!

At that moment, the caliber of a Tang Sect disciple was displayed to the fullest.

But the weapon in his hand was far too crude.

The Sleeve Arrow could barely pierce the snake's scales, but it could not inflict a fatal wound.

It was a brutal fight.

Hei Tang San frantically tested the limits between life and death, covered in wounds and nearly struck by the snake's fangs several times.