Yu Xiaogang Simulation Begins!

(Manga version Ye Lingling)

Ye Lingling lowered her head, her fingers twisting the hem of her clothes as her toes traced circles on the ground, stalling for a long time.

Finally, she gathered her courage...

"Thank you... Lin Jiang."

Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's hum; if one didn't listen carefully, it would be impossible to hear.

Lin Jiang waved his hand, his tone remarkably casual: "Small matter."

Ye Lingling bit her lip, her fingers twisting even tighter.

"Um..." She took a deep breath, "Could I ask you to accompany me to the Soul Arena again tomorrow?"

Once she finished speaking, her face was already flushed to the tips of her ears.

Lin Jiang thought for a moment: "Sure. One more day tomorrow, and your task should be completed, right?"

Ye Lingling kept her head down: "Mm."

There was a hint of irrepressible joy in her voice.

Yet, in her heart, she was thinking: How wonderful it would be if he could always team up with her...

But she didn't say it out loud.

Lin Jiang waved his hand and turned to walk in the direction of Dugu Manor.

"See you tomorrow, Lingling."

Ye Lingling stood where she was, watching his retreating figure, and whispered: "See you tomorrow."

Her voice was as light as the wind, and it was unclear whether she was saying it for Lin Jiang to hear or for herself.

She stood at the intersection for quite a while, and only after that figure disappeared into the night did she turn and walk toward her own home.

After a few steps, she couldn't help but look back one more time.

The street was empty, with moonlight scattered across the ground.

Ye Lingling covered her burning face and quickened her pace.

Dugu Manor.

Lin Jiang pushed the door open and went in, first checking on Dugu Yan in her room.

Dugu Yan was still curled up in bed, wrapped tightly in her quilt with only her face exposed.

Her cyan-green hair was spread across the pillow, and her complexion was rosy, but her legs were still weak, making it impossible for her to get out of bed.

Seeing Lin Jiang enter, her eyes lit up. She propped herself up on her arms, trying to sit up, but gave up after two attempts.

"Did it go smoothly today?"

Lin Jiang sat down by the bedside and crossed his legs.

"Of course. One punch for each."

The corners of Dugu Yan's mouth curled up as she reached out to pinch his cheek: "My little boyfriend is the best."

Lin Jiang dodged backward: "Ahem... since when did I become your boyfriend?"

Dugu Yan narrowed her eyes, staring at him.

"Hmm?"

That tone and that look translated to: "Try saying that again?"

Lin Jiang wisely didn't take the bait.

He stood up and pretended to stretch his shoulders as if nothing had happened.

Then, he leaned into Dugu Yan's ear and lowered his voice.

"Yan Yan, tonight..."

Dugu Yan's entire body stiffened.

Her legs reflexively began to go weak.

"Get away, get away!" She shoved Lin Jiang aside, wrapped herself in the quilt, and retreated to the corner of the bed, glaring at him vigilantly.

"You kept me from getting out of bed all day today, give me a few days to recover!"

Lin Jiang spread his hands, looking innocent.

"Alright then."

His tone carried three parts helplessness and seven parts triumph.

Dugu Yan glared at him and pulled the quilt over her head; a muffled voice came from beneath it.

"Get out, get out! Don't disturb my rest!"

Lin Jiang shook his head with a smile and turned to leave the room.

Walking to the door, he heard a mumble coming from beneath the covers.

"Stinky brat..."

The corners of his mouth curled up as he pulled the door shut.

Moonlight spilled in through the window, illuminating the empty corridor.

Lin Jiang stretched his back and headed toward his own room.

Today had been quite a harvest.

He had won several soul fights, earned a large sum of Gold Soul Coins, and even managed to help Ye Lingling complete her task along the way.

However, he would have to go back again tomorrow.

Lin Jiang pushed open his bedroom door and flopped onto the bed.

Finally, no one to disturb him.

He rolled over, staring at the ceiling, the corners of his mouth slowly curling upward.

The new simulation could begin.

He had already decided on the candidate.

Yu Xiaogang.

The "wisdom" behind the Golden Iron Triangle, Tang San's opportunistic master, the Grandmaster who was invincible in theory but pathetic in actual combat.

Lin Jiang rubbed his hands together, his smile becoming increasingly wicked.

"System, assign target—Yu Xiaogang."

[Binding successful!]

[Remaining assignment attempts: 3]

[Current Subversion Points: 167]

[Please draft the life simulation content for the host—]

Lin Jiang sat up and began to brainstorm.

Meanwhile.

In a hotel room in Suotuo City.

Yu Xiaogang was sitting at a table, staring blankly at a thick soul beast encyclopedia.

The candlelight flickered, casting his shadow against the wall, making it grow and shrink.

He was thinking.

Thinking about the ultimate question that had plagued him for decades.

Why could his Luo Sanpao only fart?

"Sigh..." He let out a long breath and rubbed his temples.

Just then, a cold, mechanical voice exploded in his mind!

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for binding with the Life Simulator! Use the simulator to receive life simulation rewards!]

Yu Xiaogang bolted up from his chair, causing it to crash to the floor with a loud clatter.

"Who's there?!"

His face turned deathly pale, his soul power surged instantly, and he scrambled to summon his martial soul.

"Luo Sanpao!"

A flash of light flickered, and a round, chubby, purple pig-like creature...

No, a soul beast that looked like a cross between a pig and a dog appeared out of thin air before him.

Luo Sanpao landed, blinked its small eyes in confusion, and let out a snort.

Yu Xiaogang hid behind Luo Sanpao, scanning his surroundings with vigilance.

"Stop playing tricks and hiding!" His voice trembled, though he tried to sound tough. "Once I find you, I will spare no cost to destroy you!"

The room remained deathly quiet.

Only the candlelight flickered.

No one responded to him.

Yu Xiaogang's heart hammered like a drum.

As a mere Soul Grand Master, if he were to encounter a high-level soul master, he wouldn't even be able to run away.

"Come out!" His voice cracked. "Otherwise, I'll show you what I'm capable of!"

He took a deep breath and assumed a stance.

"Fart like thunder—Heaven-Shaking, Earth-Shattering Luo Sanpao!"

Luo Sanpao puffed up his round body and aimed his backside toward the window—

"BOOM—!!!"

A deafening roar!

A yellow wave of air erupted from behind Luo Sanpao!

Stinky!

Unbearably foul!

The stench was like stuffing a hundred rotten eggs into a jar to ferment for three years, then releasing them all at once.

The room was filled with a thick yellow mist, and even the candlelight flickered, on the verge of being extinguished.

Yu Xiaogang pinched his nose, tears streaming down his face from the stench, yet he stubbornly maintained a smug expression.

"Now you know how formidable I am!"

Just then, That mechanical voice rang out in his mind once again.

[Current available simulations: 1]

[Does the host wish to initiate a simulation?]

Yu Xiaogang: "???"

He froze in place, pinching his nose, his eyes wide as copper bells.

No one?

Really no one?

Then where... did that voice come from?

Before he could figure it out, he was overwhelmed by his own "masterpiece."

"Cough, cough, cough—!"

Tears flowed, his face turned green, and he hurriedly let go of his nose, only to immediately pinch it shut again as the smell hit him.

Luo Sanpao was also dizzy from his own fart, his four legs wobbling before he collapsed to the floor with a "thud," whimpering in grievance.

Yu Xiaogang stumbled toward the window, leaning over the sill to gasp for air.

The night breeze blew in, gradually dispersing the stench in the room.

He panted for a long while before he finally recovered.

Then he stood up straight again, frowning as he stared at the ceiling.

That voice...

It wasn't a hallucination.

It wasn't a sneak attack by a Spirit Master.

Then what on earth was it?

Yu Xiaogang remained silent for a long time.

Then he took a deep breath, only to be choked into a fit of coughing by the lingering stench.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

He pinched his nose, hesitated for a moment, and tentatively replied in his mind.

"...Who is it?"