Poison Path Killing Move: Ten-Turn Stinky Fart Gu!

Xiao Chenyu's mouth twitched wildly.

He had not been laughing at first, but Liu Long's words combined with his expression were simply too absurd. He broke on the spot, while everyone else was already laughing themselves into a heap.

Only after the fart content in the air had dropped did Xiao Chenyu cautiously poke his head out and glance at Yu Xiaogang, who lay in the stairwell foaming at the mouth and convulsing.

Good.

Sure enough, calamities caused by Heaven could be forgiven, but calamities brought upon oneself could not.

You loved blasting people with farts every day. Today, you finally got to taste what your own shit smelled like, didn't you?

Served you right!

As for going out to help Yu Xiaogang, not a single one of them had such a thought. Since Yu Xiaogang was blocking that stairway, they simply took the stairs on the other side.

Yu Xiaogang?

Who was that? Were they close? Don't think too highly of yourself, understand?

And the accident caused by Yu Xiaogang losing control this time was simply devastating. Not everyone at the Soul Master Academy was a Spirit Master. Even among those who were, most were Spirit Scholars below level ten without even a Spirit Ring. How could they withstand Yu Xiaogang's poison path killing move, the Ten-Turn Stinky Fart Gu?

More than ten unlucky people who had been eating in the cafeteria could not eat for well over half a month. The moment they saw food, they thought of Gangzi's Ten-Turn Stinky Fart Gu.

Eat?

They would be lucky not to vomit up all their bile!

As for those two unlucky bastards who did not even have names, they had been literally suffocated to death by a single Stinky Fart Gu from Gangzi...

That was right, they had really died.

The scene had been so foul that no one dared approach that area at all. By the time the stench had mostly dispersed, those two unlucky bastards had long since gone cold.

When Tang San returned to Nuoding Academy after his holiday and wanted to report to his teacher, Yu Xiaogang, what he found was Gangzi's room, already covered in dust.

"Grandmaster?"

Director Su's expression turned a little ugly when Tang San came looking for him. Every time he heard that name, he remembered the biochemical crisis that had lasted a full three days after the poison path killing move had been unleashed at Nuoding Academy.

Still, as the academy's director, he was quite responsible. He told Tang San that Yu Xiaogang had already been arrested and imprisoned by an officer from Spirit Hall's Nuoding City Branch.

"What?! The evil Spirit Hall actually arrested my teacher?" Tang San was shocked at first, then furious.

"His soul skill went out of control. His fart blast killed two innocent students at the academy," Director Su said faintly.

(Tang San withdrew a message.)

"What the fuck, how could this happen?!" Tang San's face turned as red as a monkey's ass.

How had those words been arranged into a single sentence?

What did it mean, his soul skill went out of control and his fart blast killed two students?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Those two students must have been on the Way of Death, which was why Teacher had killed them!

Seeing Tang San's ugly expression, Director Su assumed Tang San was worried about Yu Xiaogang. He comforted him, saying that Spirit Hall had only arrested Yu Xiaogang to confirm that he was not a Fallen Spirit Master. As long as it had not been intentional murder, Yu Xiaogang would soon be released.

After all, the two who had been farted to death were merely children from ordinary civilian families. Their Martial Souls were weak, their Soul Power low; they had neither cultivation value nor powerful backgrounds.

Yu Xiaogang was a direct descendant of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. Even if he had been expelled from the clan, his status could not possibly be the same as that of two commoners. He would not have to pay with his life for killing two civilians.

What was more, Bibi Dong stood behind him.

That idiot lovesick bitch could not possibly have been unaware that Yu Xiaogang was in Nuoding City. There were hardly any people on the entire Douluo Continent whom Spirit Hall wanted to find but could not. Yu Xiaogang had never tried to hide his whereabouts either. That idiot was probably stalking Yu Xiaogang already, so how could she watch him rot in prison?

Of course, Director Su knew none of this. He only knew that Yu Xiaogang had some backing, and something like this would not be enough to finish him.

It was helpless, and unfair to those two unlucky bastards.

But this was the Douluo Continent. This was privilege.

Though Director Su felt the urge to speak up for those two innocent students, he ultimately yielded to the brutality of reality.

Tang San had no time to care how complicated Director Su's feelings were. Hearing that his teacher was fine and would soon be released, his tension eased considerably. Though he was still worried, he was no longer anxious.

But after all this, his good mood had vanished without a trace.

Just this holiday, he and Xiao Wu had become sworn siblings...

After sighing helplessly, Tang San still decided to visit Spirit Hall's Nuoding City Branch and see whether he could get Yu Xiaogang out early. Even if he could not get him out, seeing him once would be enough. Otherwise, he could not rest easy.

On the other side, Chen Yumo returned to Nuoding Academy two days later than Tang San.

He had not done much during this holiday. After all, there was no one in this world with whom he had an especially close relationship.

He merely spent some money buying plenty of meat and daily necessities in Nuoding City. After returning to Holy Soul Village, he went door to door, giving gifts to the neighbors who had once helped him, repaying their past kindness.

Old Jack received the most generous gift, not because he was the village chief, but because he had helped Chen Yumo the most.

Tang San had bought gifts too, but only one. It was for Tang Hao. The funniest part was that Tang Hao was not even there, so Tang San had not managed to give him his gift.

In truth, he had also received quite a bit of help from many Holy Soul Village villagers. With Tang Hao being the way he was, could Tang San really have suffered that much neglect as a child?

He claimed the other children in Holy Soul Village would not play with him, but the truth was that he himself did not fit in. He constantly avoided others in order to cultivate Tang Sect techniques. It was hard to understand why he thought everyone else was isolating him.

Originally, that was nothing. After all, gifts were a matter of sentiment, not obligation.

But everything was afraid of comparison.

Both had received help as children.

Chen Yumo, whose talent was poor and who had not become a Spirit Master, could still remember their kindness. When he came back during the holiday, he brought them gifts from Nuoding City, and they clearly were not cheap.

And what about Tang San, who had already become a Spirit Master and even obtained a Spirit Ring? So what if he had made something of himself?

He was still an ungrateful wretch!

Although the villagers did not point at Tang San's nose and disparage him, whenever Tang San walked around the village, he could still feel their cold indifference. The main thing was that he still could not figure out why.

Unable to endure it any longer, he left Holy Soul Village early and returned to Nuoding Academy.

He also resolved never to return again.

Tang Hao had already left anyway. Tang San neither knew whether Tang Hao would return nor wanted to endure the cold looks of Holy Soul Village's villagers, so he simply decided to stay at Nuoding Academy and cultivate in peace.

Chen Yumo, meanwhile, stayed in Holy Soul Village for two more days in comfort, often receiving small game and snacks from the village uncles.

Even when he left Holy Soul Village to return to Nuoding City for school, several people saw him off all the way to the village entrance.