First Trial of the God of Farts

Fu Shiyan clutched her stomach, laughing so hard she could barely breathe.

He had just seen the scene in the Underground Palace clearly through the System Panel—

Yu Xiaogang placed his hand on it, and a burst of blue light appeared. The phantom figure then solemnly uttered the words "successor of the God of Farts." The expressions on the faces of the three people were absolutely priceless.

Especially Yu Xiaogang.

On that face, there was first shock, then confusion, and then a blank stare as if to say, "Did I hear that right?"

He even subconsciously turned his head to look at Flender, as if to confirm whether he was hallucinating.

And what about Flender?

His mouth was agape, big enough to fit an egg, his eyes were wide open, and he stood frozen in place as if struck by lightning.

As for Liu Erlong...

Fu Shiyan couldn't help but laugh out loud again when she thought of her expression.

She froze at first, then suddenly covered her mouth, her shoulders beginning to tremble.

Her face turned red from holding it in, but she was too embarrassed to laugh out loud in front of Yu Xiaogang, so she could only bite her lip tightly, almost bursting into tears.

Fu Shiyan finished laughing, leaned back on the soft cushion behind her, and let out a long sigh.

This Underground Palace was indeed originally used to store the "Nine Crowns of the True Dragon," a heirloom of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

That thing might be a treasure to others, but to him it was nothing more than a pile of useless junk.

After taking it, he casually cleaned up the secret room and left a little "surprise" inside.

He did it just on a whim.

If Yu Xiaogang could come, that would be even better;

If Yu Xiaogang doesn't come, there's nothing to lose; it's just a way for me to have some fun.

But to his utter surprise, Yu Xiaogang actually showed up.

Not only did he arrive, but he actually triggered the illusory image he had casually left behind.

Fu Shiyan laughed again, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons.

He couldn't stand it, especially when he saw the bewildered looks on those people's faces through the system.

Yu Xiaogang is Tang San's teacher in the original novel, the man who personally said, "I taught a god."

He already Entanglement a considerable amount of luck.

Moreover, his entanglements with Bibi Dong and Liu Erlong have propelled his fortune to a considerable height.

How could someone like that possibly let go of the opportunity to harvest Faith Power?

However, he has no intention of improving this guy's strength and resources.

Even if a promotion is to be made, it has to be done in the way he wants.

He was also quite curious about what kind of Ninth Soul Skill Thunderous Big Fart this guy would be if he were really promoted to Titled Douluo.

Fu Shiyan shook her head, unable to suppress the smile on her lips.

He had to plan all these things every day, in order to become stronger and to control his own destiny; his nerves were always on edge.

Having finally found something to amuse himself with Yu Xiaogang, he naturally had to have a good time.

He sat up straight again, his gaze falling on the System Panel, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Now, let's see how Yu Xiaogang responds.

Underground Palace.

The blue light gradually faded, and the phantom floating above the stone platform slowly condensed into a human form.

His face remained blurred, only his eyes conveying a sense of vicissitude and weariness that had endured a thousand years.

Yu Xiaogang stood still, his hand already withdrawn from the stone pillar.

He stared at the illusory figure, his lips moved, and finally he managed to ask with difficulty:

"What god were you talking about just now...?"

The illusory figure looked down at him, its voice echoing from all directions, reverberating throughout the empty palace:

"God of Farts."

His tone was calm, as if he were talking about something perfectly normal.

Yu Xiaogang's face darkened visibly.

Liu Erlong stood behind him, biting her lip tightly, her shoulders trembling even more violently.

Flender finally realized what was happening. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found that he couldn't utter a single word.

God of Farts?

The God of Farting?

this...

His gaze involuntarily drifted towards Yu Xiaogang, then quickly shifted away.

Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath, suppressing the inexplicable emotions in his heart, and tried his best to make his voice sound calm:

"This... senior... could this be... a gift from the ancestors of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?"

There was a hint of expectation in his voice that he himself didn't even realize.

The illusory figure ignored his expectations and simply nodded slowly.

"That's right, my Lord God of Farts is an ancestor of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."

"Before his death, he left a wish that one day a descendant with the same Martial Soul as my lord would inherit this legacy."

"But none of the master's descendants possess this qualification, and even now they don't know about the master's Godhood or what he left behind,"

His gaze fell on Yu Xiaogang:

"And you are that person."

Yu Xiaogang was stunned.

Same Martial Soul?

He thought of his Luo Sanpao, that useless Martial Soul that could only fart and wasn't even a proper Spirit Skill.

"Senior," he asked uncertainly, his voice somewhat hoarse.

"The same Martial Soul you mentioned... is it Luo Sanpao?"

The illusory figure nodded:

"Since you were able to activate the inheritance, it proves that your Martial Soul is the same as your master's. However, your master didn't have this name back then. He named his Martial Soul ' A-Pi '."

A-Pi.

Yu Xiaogang's face darkened even more.

Liu Erlong finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.

She quickly covered her mouth, but laughter still escaped through her fingers.

Flender also lowered his head, his shoulders trembling slightly.

Yu Xiaogang ignored them. He stared at the illusory figure, remained silent for a long while, and finally asked:

"What's the use of this inheritance?"

The voice of the illusory figure remained calm:

"The legacy of the God of Farts can help you break through your limitations and embark on the path of inheritance."

"Once you complete the First Trial of the Nine Trials of the God of Farts, you will receive the God of Farts ' gift—raising your Soul Power to level 30 and bestowing upon you a God-Bestowed Spirit Ring."

Yu Xiaogang's breathing suddenly became rapid.

Level 30.

God-Bestowed Spirit Ring.

These two words, like a bolt of lightning, cleaved through the heavy clouds in his heart.

He's been stuck at level 29 for so many years, he can't even remember.

He tried countless methods, but he could never get past that hurdle.

If... if this inheritance is real...

He took a deep breath, suppressing his excitement, and asked in a low voice:

What was the content of the First Trial?

The illusory figure did not answer.

He simply raised his hand, and a pale yellow light condensed at his fingertips.

The light was very soft, like a piece of sunlight that had been crushed, slowly drifting towards Yu Xiaogang's brow.

Yu Xiaogang instinctively tried to dodge, but the light was too fast for him to react.

The light entered his brow.

A warm sensation spread from between my eyebrows, as if something was taking root and sprouting there.

Yu Xiaogang reached out and touched it, but couldn't feel anything. However, he could feel that there was a new mark there.

At the same time, an ethereal voice suddenly rang in his mind:

"The Inheritance of the God of Farts is activated. The First Trial the Nine Trials of the God of Farts: Fill the entire palace with farts."

Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaogang was stunned.

The entire palace.

He slowly raised his head and looked around.

Although this Underground Palace is not particularly large, it is still several tens of feet square and about four or five feet high.

To fill the entire space...

Yu Xiaogang's face turned completely black.