Inheritance of the God of Farts
Liu Erlong let out a long breath and turned to look into the room.
Yu Xiaogang was sitting at the table, holding a teacup in his hand.
Hearing Flender's words, the water in his teacup swayed slightly.
He didn't speak, but simply stood up and nodded.
The three exchanged a glance.
Let's go.
Ruins of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
The cold moonlight fell on the broken walls and ruins.
Yu Xiaogang stood at the edge of the ruins, gazing at the land that once belonged to his family, and remained silent for Jiujiu.
Liu Erlong stood beside him, tears silently streaming down her face.
Now, there's nothing left.
Her father, her elders, her clansmen...
There wasn't even a body.
Yu Xiaogang slowly squatted down, picked up a piece of charred rubble, and held it in his hand.
The sharp edges of the rubble cut his palm, and blood dripped from between his fingers, but he was completely unaware.
His gaze fell upon the ruins at his feet.
The mottled bloodstains had dried and turned black, mixing with the scorched earth, making it impossible to distinguish between blood and mud.
He searched every inch of the ruins, hoping to find his father's remains and give him a dignified burial.
But he couldn't find anything.
Nothing was left behind.
His eyes were red-rimmed, his lips trembled, but he clenched his teeth tightly, refusing to break down in tears.
Liu Erlong stood beside him, tears streaming down her face as well.
She crouched down and reached out to sift through the rubble, continuing even as her fingers were cut.
Flender stood behind the two, his expression complicated, his lips moving, but he didn't know how to comfort them.
Just then--
Yu Xiaogang suddenly raised his head.
A glint flashed in his eyes.
He didn't say anything, but stood up and walked deeper into the ruins.
Liu Erlong was taken aback, and quickly followed:
"Xiao Gang? Where are you going?"
Yu Xiaogang did not answer.
His pace quickened, his gaze sweeping across the ruins as if searching for something.
He walked through the collapsed halls, over the charred beams, and finally stopped in front of a courtyard that had completely collapsed.
The Sect Master's Residence.
The place where his father used to live.
Liu Erlong and Flender caught up and were stunned when they saw the ruins.
Yu Xiaogang had already squatted down and started shoveling away the rubble with his bare hands.
Liu Erlong and Flender exchanged a glance, both looking puzzled.
But they didn't have time to think much, and they also squatted down and joined the ranks of clearing the rubble.
The addition of the two Soul Saint increased the cleanup speed several times over.
Before long, the rubble and debris in the courtyard were cleared away, revealing the collapsed ground beneath.
Flender straightened up, wiped the sweat from his brow, and couldn't help but ask:
"Xiao Gang, what exactly are you looking for?"
Yu Xiaogang shook his head and replied in a hoarse voice:
"When I was a child, before I awakened my Martial Soul, my father told me something."
He paused, his gaze falling on the now-cleaned ground, and slowly said:
He said that every sect leader, upon breaking through to the Soul Saint realm, must go to a certain place to receive a gift from their ancestors.
Liu Erlong was taken aback upon hearing this.
Yu Xiaogang continued:
"I don't know what that means. Because after I awakened my Martial Soul, I was no longer destined for the position of sect leader."
"But since my father brought me to this place before..."
He crouched down, tapping his fingers lightly on the ground, listening to the dull echo.
"Then something must be buried here."
His finger stopped at the edge of a stone slab.
The stone slab looked no different from the surrounding stone slabs, but when you tapped it, it sounded somewhat hollow.
Flender and Liu Erlong noticed it too.
The three exchanged a glance and attacked simultaneously.
"Boom--"
The stone slab was lifted, revealing a deep, hidden door beneath.
The hidden door was very narrow, allowing only one person to pass through at a time.
It was pitch black inside, and you couldn't see anything except for a cold, damp wind that blew out, carrying a musty smell.
Flender took out an illumination Soul Tool from his pocket, and its pale white light illuminated the scene inside the hidden door.
It was a stone staircase that stretched downwards, very steep and long, with no end in sight.
The three exchanged a glance.
Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath, took the first step, and walked down.
Flender and Liu Erlong followed closely behind.
The stone steps were very long, and it took the three of them about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn before they finally reached flat ground.
Ahead was a passageway, the walls on both sides of which were covered with intricate patterns that gleamed with Youyou blue light under the illumination of the Soul Tool.
At the end of the passageway was a stone door.
The three pushed open the stone door, and the sight before them made them hold their breath.
It was an Underground Palace.
The palace was not large, but it was unusually spacious.
The surrounding walls were inlaid with fist-sized luminous pearls, which emitted a soft blue-white light, illuminating the entire palace as if it were daytime.
In the very center of the palace is a stone platform.
The stone platform is not high, with only three steps.
The platform was empty except for a rectangular stone pillar standing in the center.
The stone pillar was so short that when the three of them stepped onto the platform, the top of the pillar barely reached their waists.
At the very top of the pillar is a groove shaped like a handprint.
Yu Xiaogang stared at the groove for a long time, then slowly reached out and pressed his palm against it.
Nothing happened.
The stone pillars remained unresponsive, and the palace was so quiet that only the breathing of the three people could be heard.
Yu Xiaogang withdrew his hand, looked down at his palm, and a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes.
Liu Erlong stepped forward and tried it himself.
Again, there was no response.
"What's going on?" Liu Erlong frowned. "Could it be that it's too old and has already lost its effectiveness?"
Yu Xiaogang remained silent.
He stared at the handprint indentation, his mind replaying the words his father had told him when he was a child.
He couldn't quite remember those words anymore, only that his father said that every sect leader had to come here to receive the gifts from the ancestors.
But he tried.
Erlong also tried it.
Neither will work.
Is it because they are not the sect leader?
But now the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has been destroyed, and the position of clan leader has long been...
Wrong!
Yu Xiaogang suddenly realized something.
His gaze fell on the edge of the handprint groove—there, there seemed to be some dark brown marks, like bloodstains that had dried for a long time.
Blood!
A gift from our ancestors.
The inheritance of bloodlines.
Without further hesitation, he raised his hand, put his index finger in his mouth, and bit it hard.
Blood gushed out, and he smeared it all over his right palm. Then he took a deep breath and pressed his palm hard into the handprint groove!
moment--
The entire palace suddenly trembled!
The ancient patterns on the stone pillars lit up simultaneously, bursting forth with a dazzling blue light!
The light grew stronger and brighter, engulfing the three figures within it!
Yu Xiaogang tried to pull his hand back, but found that his palm was stuck and he couldn't pull it out at all.
Blue light surged and condensed within the palace, eventually transforming into an ethereal figure that hovered above the stone platform.
The figure was very tall, wearing an ancient battle robe. His face was blurred, but his eyes seemed to have pierced through a thousand years of time, landing on Yu Xiaogang.
A voice rang out simultaneously from all directions, echoing throughout the palace:
"I've finally waited for you--"
"The successor to the God of Farts!"
Butt... God of Farts?
Yu Xiaogang was stunned.
Flender was stunned.
Liu Erlong was also stunned.
The three exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with disbelief.
God of Farts?
What kind of god is that?
The quiet room in the backyard of the Beichen Academy.
Fu Shiyan was sitting cross-legged on a futon, closing her eyes and regulating her breathing.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.
He didn't laugh out loud; he just sat there quietly, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
After a moment, he finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.
The laughter grew louder and more unrestrained. He clutched his stomach, laughing so hard he was doubled over, like a child who had just played a prank, laughing with extraordinary joy.
Laughter echoed in the quiet room, lingering for Jiujiu.