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

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"Damn this cultivation technique--!"

Yu Xiaogang grabbed the manual off the table, wanting to tear it apart. His fingers turned white from the strain, yet he couldn't muster the strength to do it.

In the end, he merely slammed the book onto the table and slumped over the edge, his shoulders heaving.

Tears and snot streamed down his face, but he didn't bother to wipe them. He just lay there on the table, like a child who had suffered a great injustice.

After crying for a full cup of tea's time, he slowly lifted his head.

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

He wiped his face haphazardly with his sleeve, sniffled, and looked down at the manual on the table.

"I cannot let my self-castration be in vain..."

His voice was as raspy as sandpaper rubbing against stone.

He gritted his teeth, reached out to pick up the manual, and turned to the next page.

This time, he read with extreme focus.

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

The first move--

Thinking-of-Dong Fart, thoughts flowing like a spring!

Yu Xiaogang's eyes brightened slightly.

He couldn't wait to 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 cultivation technique.

When all three moves were unleashed together, their power would multiply; soul power, thoughts, and foul farts would merge into one, achieving the supreme path.

Yu Xiaogang held the manual, staring blankly at the three names.

Thinking-of-Dong Fart.

Longing-for-Dong Fart.

Gangdong Fart.

Dong?

His eyes turned red again, but this time, it wasn't because of grievance.

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

The image of that young girl appeared in his mind: her long purple hair, her proud gaze, and that faint smile at the corner of her lips when she first acknowledged his theories.

That was the warmest memory of his entire life.

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

He recited the name over and over, tears flowing again, yet the corners of his mouth slowly curled upward.

"It seems this Self-Created Soul Skill of mine is inextricably linked to you!"

He hugged the manual tightly to his chest, as if holding onto something precious.

"I will never forget you!"

His voice echoed in the empty room, filled with a sobbing tone, a hint of a smile, and all the longing and unwillingness of these past few decades.

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

This time, he would take back everything he had lost!

Including his Dong'er!

Dugu Manor.

Lin Jiang's room.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, eyes closed, sensing the brand-new power condensing within his body.

At first, everything was normal.

Warm and heavy, it felt as if something was slowly taking shape deep within his dantian.

The next moment--

Something was wrong.

That power suddenly surged into a violent riot!

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

Not soul power, not flesh and blood, but—

The air.

To be precise, the space surrounding him.

Lin Jiang snapped his eyes open.

He saw the air around him begin to distort, like a desert shimmering with heat waves or the surface of water being stirred.

The light from the candle bent into strange arcs, the edges of the table became warped and twisted, and even the moonlight outside the window looked as if it had been wrung by someone, twisted into a spiral shape.

"This... what is this???"

Before he could even react, his entire body was dragged into an abyss by an invisible hand.

Everything went black before his eyes.

His body plummeted.

He wasn't falling off the bed, nor was he falling through the floor.

He was falling into a place where nothing existed.

There was no light, no sound, no up, down, left, or right; even time became blurred.

He felt as though he were falling.

Yet he also felt as though he were standing perfectly still.

He felt as if a long time had passed.

Yet he also felt as if it had only been a single instant.

Lin Jiang could not tell if he was asleep and dreaming, or if he was awake and trapped in some bizarre state.

Images began to appear before his eyes.

Blurred, flickering, like an old film being fast-forwarded.

He saw...

A cramped dormitory.

Bunk beds, a desk piled high with books.

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

A young man sat at the desk, legs crossed, a laptop in front of him playing something.

Lin Jiang recognized that scene.

Douluo Continent. The anime. Tang San was in the middle of absorbing a soul ring.

The young man tilted his head, muttering to himself: "If I transmigrated to Douluo Continent... my first soul ring would have to be a ten-thousand-year one..."

Lin Jiang froze.

That was—

Blue Star.

His dormitory.

Before he had transmigrated.

He saw the young man yawn, close the laptop, and climb into bed to sleep.

Then the image shattered.

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

He felt himself being tossed upward, then falling back down.

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

It was like having a dream.

Or perhaps... experiencing something.

He did not know how much time had passed.

Perhaps an instant.

Perhaps an eternity.

Lin Jiang snapped his eyes open.

He was still in his room.

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

Everything remained unchanged.

But something was different.

Before him, a pale golden orb of light was slowly coalescing.

It was not soul power, nor was it a spirit ring; it was a brand-new force he had never felt before.

A second martial soul.

The condensation was complete.

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

He did not possess an externalized martial soul.

Then, this second martial soul, coalescing out of the void—

What on earth was it?

The orb of light swirled slowly before his eyes, emitting a faint, humming sound.

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

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

Hidden within it was some sort of indescribable, indefinable power.

It was not soul power, nor was it physical strength, but something far more profound.

"What exactly is it..."

He leaned in closer.

The orb of light shot toward his face!

He instinctively closed his eyes. A chilling force struck his brow, seeping in without a sound.

There was no pain, no burning sensation.

It felt like swallowing a mouthful of cold water, or being brushed by a breeze.

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

The orb of light had vanished. His palm was empty, and the room remained as it was.

The candle flame still flickered, and the moonlight still spilled through the window.

But something had changed.

He looked toward the window.

The night breeze brushed against the leaves, and the trajectory of every leaf's tremor was clearly visible.

Moonlight spilled onto the ground, and every arc of light and shadow was etched into his vision.

Under the eaves in the distance, a spider was weaving its web, spinning silk and climbing; every movement was as slow as a meticulously choreographed dance.

It was not that they had slowed down.

It was that he could see more clearly.

Lin Jiang raised his hand, turned it, clenched it into a fist, and then relaxed it.

The trajectory of every movement remained in his field of vision, like ink slowly diffusing in water, only dissipating after several seconds.

A bird streaked across the sky in the distance.

The arc of its flapping wings carved a pale golden afterimage into the air that lingered for a long time.

Time and space had become tangible in his eyes.

Golden light ignited within his gaze.

It was not the overbearing, scorching golden light of the Golden Dragon King, but a more restrained, profound gold.

It was like an ancient star, like solidified sunlight.

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

Things that previously required his full sensory effort were now within easy reach.

A second martial soul!