Thinking-for-Dong Fart, Longing-for-Dong Fart, Gangdong Fart! Lin Jiang Condenses His Second Martial Soul!

(Bo Saixi illustration)

"Damn cultivation technique—!"

Yu Xiaogang snatched up the cultivation technique on the table, wanting to tear it apart. His fingers clenched until they turned white, but he couldn't muster the strength.

In the end, he only slammed the book onto the table, then leaned over the edge, his shoulders trembling.

Tears and snot streamed down his face. He couldn't even be bothered to wipe them away. He just slumped there, like a child who'd suffered the greatest injustice.

He cried for a full quarter of an hour before slowly raising his head.

His eyes and nose were red, and his face was wet.

He roughly wiped his face with his sleeve, sniffed, then lowered his head to look at the cultivation technique on the table.

"I can't have castrated myself for nothing..."

His voice was as hoarse as sandpaper scraping together.

He gritted his teeth, picked up the cultivation technique, and turned to the next page.

This time, he read with exceptional care.

It turned out that the so-called "Gangdong Three Farts" consisted of three moves.

The first move—

Thinking-for-Dong Fart, thoughts gush forth like a spring!

Yu Xiaogang's eyes lit up faintly.

He eagerly read on.

The second move—

Longing-for-Dong Fart, never forgetting!

Yu Xiaogang's fingers trembled slightly.

He took a deep breath and looked at the third move.

The third move—

Gangdong Fart, for all eternity!

This move was the core of the entire technique.

With all three moves unleashed, their power multiplied. Soul Power, thoughts, and stinky farts became one, achieving the supreme Dao.

Yu Xiaogang held the cultivation technique and stared blankly at the three names.

Thinking-for-Dong Fart.

Longing-for-Dong Fart.

Gangdong Fart.

Dong?

His eyes reddened again, but this time it wasn't from grief.

"Dong'er..." he murmured, his voice so soft it was as if he feared disturbing something.

The image of that young girl surfaced in his mind: her purple hair, her proud gaze, and the faint smile at the corner of her mouth when she first approved of his theories.

That was the warmest memory of his life.

"Dong'er... Dong'er... Dong'er..."

He repeated her name again and again. Tears flowed down his cheeks once more, but the corners of his mouth slowly curled upward.

"Looks like my Self-Created Soul Skill is closely connected to you!"

He clutched the cultivation technique to his chest, as if embracing something precious.

"I'll never forget you!"

His voice echoed through the empty room, choked with tears and threaded with laughter, carrying decades of longing and resentment.

He wiped away his tears, took a deep breath, and continued reading the cultivation technique.

This time, he would reclaim everything he'd lost!

Including his Dong'er!

Dugu Manor.

Lin Jiang's room.

He sat cross-legged on the bed with his eyes closed, sensing the new force gathering inside him.

At first, everything seemed normal.

It was warm and heavy, as if something were slowly taking shape deep within his dantian.

The next moment—

Something was wrong.

That force suddenly went berserk!

It was as if something around him were frantically devouring something.

Not Soul Power, not flesh and blood, but—

The air.

More precisely, the space around him.

Lin Jiang's eyes flew open.

He saw the air around him begin to distort, like heat shimmering over a desert or water rippling after being stirred.

The candlelight bent at bizarre angles. The corners of the table warped. Even the moonlight outside the window seemed to twist into a spiral.

"What... what is this?!"

Before he could react, it was as if an invisible hand had yanked him into an abyss.

Everything went black.

His body plummeted.

He wasn't falling off the bed or through the floor.

He was falling into a place where nothing existed.

There was no light, no sound, no up or down, left or right. Even time grew indistinct.

He felt himself falling.

And yet he also felt as if he were standing still.

He felt as if a long time had passed.

And yet it seemed like only an instant.

Lin Jiang couldn't tell whether he'd fallen asleep and was dreaming, or whether he was awake and trapped in some bizarre state.

Images began to appear before his eyes.

Fuzzy and fragmented, like an old movie playing at fast-forward.

He saw...

A cramped dorm room.

Bunk beds and a desk piled high with books.

Outside the window was a gray sky, with a sports field and teaching buildings in the distance.

A young man sat at the desk, legs crossed, watching something on his laptop.

Lin Jiang recognized the scene.

Douluo Continent. The anime. Tang San was absorbing a Soul Ring.

The young man tilted his head and muttered, "If I transmigrate to Douluo Continent... my First Soul Ring has to be at least ten thousand years old..."

Lin Jiang froze.

That was—

Blue Star.

His dorm room.

Before he transmigrated.

He watched the young man yawn, shut down his computer, and go to bed.

Then the image shattered.

Space twisted again, and time fell into chaos once more.

He felt himself being hurled into the air, then falling back down.

He passed through countless bizarre scenes, through countless places both familiar and strange.

It was like a dream.

And yet it was as if... he were experiencing something.

He didn't know how long it had been.

Perhaps an instant.

Perhaps an eternity.

Lin Jiang's eyes flew open.

He was still in his room.

The candle was still burning, and the moonlight still shone outside the window.

Nothing had changed.

But something was different.

Before him, a pale-golden orb of light was slowly taking shape.

It wasn't Soul Power or a Soul Ring, but an entirely new force he had never felt before.

His Second Martial Soul.

It had finished condensing.

Lin Jiang stared at the orb, his heart pounding like a war drum.

He didn't have a Martial Soul that could leave his body.

So this Second Martial Soul, condensed from the void—

What exactly was it?

The orb slowly revolved before him, giving off a faint humming sound.

Lin Jiang sat cross-legged on the bed, staring at the pale-golden orb in his palm.

It floated there quietly, like a miniature star, radiating warm, pulsing light.

Some kind of indescribable force lay hidden within it.

It wasn't Soul Power or physical strength, but something more mysterious.

"What exactly is it..."

He leaned closer.

The orb shot straight toward his face!

He reflexively shut his eyes. A cool force struck his brow and silently seeped inside.

There was no pain, no burning sensation.

It was like swallowing a mouthful of cool water, like a breeze brushing past.

He was stunned for a few seconds, then slowly opened his eyes.

The orb had vanished. His palm was empty, and the room was just as it had been.

The candle still flickered, and the moonlight still spilled in.

But something had changed.

He looked toward the window.

The night breeze brushed past the leaves, and he could clearly see the path of every leaf's tremor.

Moonlight spilled across the ground, and every curve of light and shadow stood out in sharp detail.

Beneath the eaves in the distance, a spider was weaving its web. It spun silk and climbed, each movement as slow as a carefully choreographed dance.

They hadn't slowed down.

He was simply seeing more clearly.

Lin Jiang raised his hand, turned it over, clenched his fist, then opened it again.

The path of every movement lingered in his sight, like ink slowly spreading through water. It took several seconds to fade.

A bird swept across the distant sky.

The arc of its beating wings left a pale-golden trail in the air that lingered for a long time.

Time and space had become tangible to him.

Golden light shone in his eyes.

It wasn't the domineering, blazing golden light of the Golden Dragon, but something more restrained and profound.

Like ancient stars, like sunlight turned solid.

His mental power was surging. His consciousness had stepped out of a small room into an endless wilderness.

Things that had once required his full concentration to sense were now within his grasp.

His Second Martial Soul!