The Fart God Douluo Returns

"Xiao Feng, is what you said true? I don't have to give up my godhood to revive Sanpao?"

After hearing Feng Yan's explanation, Yu Xiaogang finally stopped resisting.

As long as he didn't have to lose his godhood, they could work out the rest.

Back then, he'd endured countless inhuman tortures to complete the Fart God Nine Trials.

The thing that had left the deepest impression on him was the bald man with a face full of scars who'd kept calling him "Rose" during the trials...

Feng Yan retorted, "Grandmaster, don't forget who brought you to the Divine Realm. You still don't trust me?"

Hearing that familiar title again, a hint of nostalgia flashed through Yu Xiaogang's eyes.

After he'd become a god, everyone had called him the Fart God. Even though the Shrek Seven Devils called him Grandmaster to his face, behind his back they all called him Gangzi...

He knew about it all along. He'd simply never called them out.

There was nothing he could do. That was just how things worked in the Divine Realm. What could he expect, when he was only a Third-Level God?

Thinking this over, Yu Xiaogang asked, "What do I need to do?"

"Easy. Just do this..." Feng Yan's lips moved slightly, and his voice entered Yu Xiaogang's mind as a thin thread.

A while later, after hearing Feng Yan's instructions, Yu Xiaogang was stunned. "What! You want me to take on that disciple, who's the Child of Destiny born on Douluo Continent? And Tang San's already got his eye on him!"

He'd read many ancient books in Tang San's study, including one that discussed the Child of Destiny.

Legend had it that the Child of Destiny was cherished by the entire world, born with immense fortune and destined to encounter countless opportunities. Even when faced with danger, he could often turn calamity into good fortune.

Every Child of Destiny was guaranteed to become at least a First-Level God, or even a God King!

"Take me to meet this... wonderful disciple of mine!"

Yu Xiaogang's voice trembled with excitement. At that moment, forget Dong'er or Sanpao—nothing mattered as much as the beloved disciple he'd unilaterally claimed as his own.

Bibi Dong was in the Sun Moon Empire anyway. From the weakness in her voice, she didn't seem likely to get far. And he no longer needed to worry about Sanpao, either.

"You'd better go find him yourself." Feng Yan's lips curled up as he raised his hand, condensing a flame of golden fire. "But before that, I still have one thing to do..."

"What is it..." Yu Xiaogang swallowed.

Feng Yan didn't bother explaining. He struck Yu Xiaogang with the golden flame, sending it into his body.

Yu Xiaogang immediately sensed a barrier between himself and the Fart God's godhood. The divine power in his body had vanished, replaced by Soul Power.

And his level had dropped to just 91!

"Feng Yan! Why did you seal my godhood and divine power?"

Yu Xiaogang panicked and demanded an explanation.

Feng Yan still ignored him. He simply walked over to Luo Sanpao's rigid corpse and extracted its fading soul.

Soon, a purple bead appeared in his hand. He casually put it in his spatial storage, where it could keep Tang San's divine sense company.

Realizing he was being treated like thin air, Yu Xiaogang wanted to curse him out. But when he saw Feng Yan's calm face, he swallowed the words before they could leave his mouth.

He suddenly realized he might have been a little too bold.

He'd actually dared to lose his temper with a Fire God at the peak of the First Level.

"Um... Xiao Feng..."

Once Yu Xiaogang grasped this, his voice immediately softened.

"I'm down to 91 levels of Soul Power, but I don't even have a Martial Soul..."

"How am I supposed to find Dong'er like this? How am I supposed to take on a disciple? How..."

Feng Yan heard him out and grinned mischievously. "That's easy. I'll grant you one in a moment, won't I?"

Yu Xiaogang's eyes lit up. Was he about to get the same treatment Tang Wutong had received?

He was already imagining himself with a Samadhi True Fire Martial Soul.

The Fire God's Martial Soul was now the Samadhi True Fire, famed across the Divine Realm!

With that Martial Soul, he'd be able to swagger across Douluo Continent!

Then, forget finding Dong'er—he could storm the imperial palace of the Sun Moon Empire and become emperor himself!

"Xiao Feng, hurry up! I'm ready!" Yu Xiaogang said, full of anticipation.

Feng Yan asked, "You're really ready? No taking it back."

How could he not understand what Gangzi was after?

He wanted Feng Yan's origin fire?

Gangzi was dreaming up a load of crap!

He'd be lucky to get a Martial Soul transformed from Ten-Year Lone Bamboo.

At Feng Yan's command, the cold Luo Sanpao underground turned into a warm purple light and entered Yu Xiaogang's body.

Yu Xiaogang's smile froze. "Th-this is... what?"

Feng Yan answered casually, "Sanfao's body. I turned it into your Martial Soul, but it's lost its consciousness."

"Congratulations, Gangzi. You can fart again!!!"

Yu Xiaogang: "???"

What happened to the Samadhi True Fire?

Why was he still stuck with Luo Sanpao, who could only fart?

Even so, he summoned Luo Sanpao.

To his surprise...

Luo Sanpao could actually use Martial Soul Possession now. It was no longer in its previous detached state.

Yu Xiaogang had completely changed...

His limbs had grown short and thick, and his body looked like a dog, but not quite a dog, or a pig, but not quite a pig.

He was plump and round, about two meters tall, with pale purple fur covering his entire body. His ears drooped just like Luo Sanpao's.

The strangest thing was that his face was still his own...

He should probably be called... Yu Sanpao now...

Then, nine Soul Rings appeared beneath him. Their colors were:

White, white, white, white, white...

All nine of them were pure-white Ten-Year Soul Rings.

Across all of Douluo Continent, even if someone read every history of Soul Masters ever written,

who could boast such an outrageously badass Soul Ring Configuration?

Only he, Yu Xiaogang, was the first!

As he stared at the nine white rings beneath him, Yu Xiaogang was reminded of a humiliating memory...

The Fart God inheritance's Ninth Trial—Descent of the Fart God.

Trial objective: Candidate Yu Xiaogang must pick up all the bars of soap that have fallen in an utterly ordinary bathhouse...

Note: NPCs will randomly respawn.

Reward: The age of all Soul Rings will be reduced by 99 percent.

What a fine case of Luo Sanpao becoming a spirit!

After a heartfelt sigh, Feng Yan sent Gangzi off to find his beloved disciple.

He'd sealed Yu Xiaogang's godhood and divine power because he was afraid he'd abuse his status as a god and cause trouble.

Don't be fooled by the fact that Yu Xiaogang had been chased around by Di Tian.

That was because there was a problem with a certain part of his body, and he couldn't fart.

And for some reason, Di Tian hadn't feared Yu Xiaogang's divine might, which was why things had gone that way.

Perhaps that legendary being, the one with peerless wisdom, had done something...

Otherwise, once Yu Xiaogang recovered from his injuries, forget Di Tian—even three more Limit Douluo wouldn't be able to stop one of his farts.

All in all... the Fart God was far too overpowered. He deserved to be nerfed.

Of course, Feng Yan had also prepared a few contingencies in case Yu Xiaogang betrayed him.

Feng Yan took out the half-divine soul fused with Tang San's divine sense. "You're next, Little Scumbag."

"Ke ke ke ke ke ke..."