First Trial Complete
Underground Palace.
After that ethereal voice faded from Yu Xiaogang's mind, the hall fell into a deathly silence.
Yu Xiaogang stood there, his expression gradually changing from stunned to gloomy.
His lips trembled slightly, as if he were confirming that he hadn't misheard.
After a long while, he slowly raised his head and looked around—a closed space, several tens of feet square and about four or five feet high, that would fill the entire palace.
His lips twitched, and his face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
Luo Sanpao is all talk and no action, that's a fact.
His two Spirit Skill, one "Fart Like Thunder" and the other "Fart Like Smoke," are both performed by farting.
This matter was an unspeakable disgrace for him.
After his Martial Soul Awakening, he became accustomed to being ridiculed, especially when it unleashed its Spirit Skill. Whenever someone was present, the mocking laughter would surge towards him like a tidal wave.
Those words pierced his heart like knives, and even after all these years, the pain still lingers.
Now, this so-called "Inheritance of the God of Farts" actually requires him to complete the assessment by farting.
Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath, suppressing the surging shame in his heart, and forced himself to calm down.
Liu Erlong stood behind him, watching him freeze for a moment, then his face darken, and was filled with doubt.
She stepped forward and asked with concern:
"Xiao Gang, what's wrong? What's the assessment about?"
Upon hearing Liu Erlong's question, Yu Xiaogang's expression darkened further.
He didn't answer, but instead raised his head and stared at the illusory figure hovering above the stone platform, asking in a hoarse voice:
Is there a time limit for the assessment? Also, can I complete the assessment here alone?
Upon hearing this, both Liu Erlong and Flender frowned.
Flender stepped forward and said in a deep voice:
"Xiao Gang, what exactly is this assessment? Why do we both need to go out? You're here alone, what if..."
He didn't finish his sentence.
Yu Xiaogang raised his hand to interrupt him, then turned to look at Liu Erlong and Flender.
His gaze swept across their faces, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable firmness:
"The content of the assessment is not suitable for outsiders to be present. You all go out first, and I will come to find you after I finish the assessment."
Flender's reaction was rather indifferent; he simply nodded heavily.
Liu Erlong was stunned.
She stood in front of Yu Xiaogang, looking at him, her lips trembling slightly.
"Outsider?"
Her voice was very soft, so soft it was almost a murmur:
"Xiao Gang, what did you mean by 'outsider' just now? Do you think I'm an outsider to you?"
Upon hearing Liu Erlong's soft words, Yu Xiaogang's lips twitched slightly.
Looking at Liu Erlong's reddened eyes, he felt a pang of helplessness.
He took a deep breath, trying to make his tone sound calmer:
"Erlong, I'm not saying you're outsiders. I'm saying... the content of this assessment is a bit inconvenient."
Liu Erlong stared at him blankly.
A moment later, the tears in her eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by a relieved smile.
"Then you should come out sooner."
Yu Xiaogang nodded.
Liu Erlong glanced at him again before turning around and walking back the way they came with Flender.
The sound of their footsteps gradually faded into the distance.
The palace doors closed again, leaving only Yu Xiaogang inside.
He took a deep breath, looked again at the illusory figure, and said in a deep voice:
"Now, can we begin?"
The illusory figure nodded slowly, a hint of admiration in its tone:
"As expected of the Inheritance of the God of Farts, who shares the same Martial Soul as his master, I didn't expect you to accept it so quickly."
He paused, then continued:
"The assessment can begin."
"However, I need to emphasize to you—the assessment has a time limit."
"From the moment you begin, you only have five minutes."
"Furthermore, within these five minutes, you must be completely in sync with your Martial Soul spirit; you cannot cheat solely by relying on the farts produced by your Martial Soul."
Yu Xiaogang's pupils contracted slightly, and he asked urgently:
"You mean... the assessment has to be completed within five minutes by me and Luo Sanpao farting together?"
"Yes."
Yu Xiaogang remained silent for a moment, then slowly nodded.
He raised his right hand, his palm shimmering with light—
"Come out, Luo Sanpao."
A pale yellow light surged from his palm and condensed in the air.
A round, chubby creature radiating a faint yellow light appeared before him; it was Luo Sanpao.
As soon as it appeared, it affectionately rubbed against Yu Xiaogang's hand, making "humming" sounds.
Two yellow, Hundred-Year Spirit Ring emerged from Luo Sanpao's body and slowly rotated.
Then, Yu Xiaogang squatted down, took out a bunch of radishes from his Soul Tool, and stuffed them all into Luo Sanpao's hands.
Luo Sanpao saw the radish and started gnawing on it.
Yu Xiaogang picked up a radish himself and stared at it for a long time.
An indescribable sense of shame surged within him.
For him, farting was a disgrace.
Now, he not only has to rely on farting to pass the assessment, but he also has to participate in it personally.
But if he doesn't do it, he might never be able to break through the bottleneck of level 29 in his entire life.
He's been stuck at this level for decades.
He dreamed of breaking through, dreamed of becoming Soul Elder, and dreamed of silencing those who mocked him.
He gritted his teeth and took a bite.
The radish had a strong taste, and he forced himself to swallow it bite by bite, despite the discomfort.
One, two, three... By the time he ate the seventh one, his stomach had started to rumble.
A gas swelled in his abdomen, making him feel suffocated.
He gritted his teeth and stuffed another one into his mouth.
The eighth one.
He simply couldn't eat anymore.
My stomach was churning, and the gas in my abdomen was so bloated that I could hardly hold it in.
He glanced at Luo Sanpao, who had already devoured the pile of radishes and was now looking at him with its round eyes, its mouth opening and closing as if waiting for something.
Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath and stood up straight.
His face flushed red, and he felt waves of cramping pain in his abdomen. The gas had expanded to its maximum and was about to burst out at any moment.
He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and summoned Luo Sanpao back to his side.
"Sanpao-- "
His voice was hoarse as he shouted:
"First Spirit Skill - Fart Like Thunder! Earth-Shattering Luo Sanpao!"
The words had barely left his mouth--
Luo Sanpao's rear end was aimed at the center of the palace, and he suddenly spewed out a thick stream of yellow gas!
At the same time, Yu Xiaogang himself finally couldn't hold back any longer.
"Bang--!!!"
A deafening explosion resounded in the empty palace!
The sound was deafening, like a thunderclap from a clear sky!
Yellow gas erupted from behind Yu Xiaogang, merging with the gas spewed out by Luo Sanpao and rapidly spreading in all directions!
The smell was so strong it was suffocating.
Yu Xiaogang's face had turned a deep purplish-red.
He gritted his teeth, braced his hands on his knees, bent over, and continued!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
One sound after another, like thunder, echoed through the palace!
The yellow gas grew thicker and denser, like a yellow cloud, quickly filling every corner of the palace.
Yu Xiaogang no longer cared about feeling ashamed.
He had only one thought in his mind right now—fill it! Keep filling it! Fill this palace to the brim!
Time passed second by second.
One minute. Two minutes. Three minutes. Four minutes.
The yellow gas was so thick that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.
Yu Xiaogang choked so hard that tears streamed down his face, but he didn't stop.
He gritted his teeth, persevered, and continued to release the seemingly endless gas within his body.
finally--
That ethereal voice echoed in his mind once more:
"Congratulations, you've passed the First Trial of the God of Farts."