Fart God Douluo Reappears

"Little Feng, is what you said true? Resurrecting Sanpao doesn't require my God Position?"

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

As long as he didn't have to lose his God Position, everything else was negotiable.

He had endured countless inhuman tortures back then just to complete the Fart God Nine Trials.

The memory that left the deepest impression on him was that bald man with a scarred face during the god trials who had called him "Rose" to his face...

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

Hearing that familiar title again, a flash of reminiscence crossed Yu Xiaogang's eyes.

After he became a god, others only called him the Fart God. Even though the Shrek Seven Devils called him Grandmaster to his face, in reality, every one of them called him Gangzi behind his back...

He had actually known about this all along, he just hadn't called them out on it.

There was no helping it; the rules of the God Realm were just like that. Who told him he was only a third-tier god?

Thinking of this, Yu Xiaogang asked, "What should I do?"

"It's simple, just do this..." Feng Yan's lips moved slightly, his voice turning into a thin line that entered Yu Xiaogang's mind.

A moment later, after hearing Feng Yan's dictation, Yu Xiaogang was instantly shocked: "What! The disciple you want me to take in is the Child of Destiny born on the Douluo Continent! And he's already been targeted by Little San!"

He had read many ancient texts in Tang San's study, one of which recorded the concept of a Child of Destiny.

Legend had it that a Child of Destiny was beloved by the entire world, born with great fortune, possessing countless opportunities throughout their life, and always turning danger into safety.

Every Child of Destiny was guaranteed to become at least a first-tier god, or even a God King!

"Take me to see my... good disciple at once!"

Yu Xiaogang's voice trembled with excitement. At this moment, forget about Dong'er or Sanpao; none of these carried as much weight as this beloved disciple he had unilaterally claimed.

In any case, Bibi Dong was in the Sun Moon Empire, and judging by that weak tone, she wasn't going anywhere, and he no longer needed to worry about Sanpao either.

"You should go find him yourself." Feng Yan curled his lips, stretched out his hand, and a Golden Flame condensed, "But before that, I still have one thing to do..."

"What thing..." Yu Xiaogang gulped.

Feng Yan didn't rush to explain, instead striking the Golden Flame into his body with one palm.

Suddenly, Yu Xiaogang realized that there was now a barrier between him and his Fart God Position, and the divine power in his body had vanished, replaced by soul power.

Moreover, his level had dropped to only level 91!

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

Yu Xiaogang grew anxious and demanded an explanation.

Feng Yan ignored him, walking instead to the stiff corpse of Luo Sanpao to extract the soul that was about to dissipate.

Soon, a purple bead appeared in his hand, and he casually placed it into his personal space to keep Tang San's divine sense company.

Seeing himself treated like air, Yu Xiaogang wanted to curse, but looking at Feng Yan's calm face, the words died in his throat.

He suddenly realized that he might have been a bit too bold.

To actually dare to lose his temper at a peak first-tier God of Fire.

"That... Little Feng..."

Once Yu Xiaogang realized this, his voice softened instantly.

"I'm only at level 91 soul power now, and 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..."

Hearing this, Feng Yan smirked, "That's simple, won't I just grant you one in a moment?"

Yu Xiaogang's eyes lit up. Was he about to receive the same treatment as Tang Wutong?

His mind was already fantasizing about possessing the Samadhi True Fire martial soul.

The God of Fire's current martial soul was the Samadhi True Fire that dominated the God Realm!

Possessing this martial soul would be enough for him to walk sideways across the Douluo Continent!

When that time came, forget about finding Dong'er; he could even march straight into the Sun Moon Empire's palace and become the emperor himself!

"Little Feng, hurry up! I'm ready!" Yu Xiaogang looked expectant.

Feng Yan asked, "Are you really ready? No backing out."

How could he not understand what Gangzi was thinking?

He wanted his source fire?

This Gangzi was truly dreaming!

Giving you a martial soul made from a ten-year Lone Bamboo is already doing you a favor.

Under Feng Yan's manipulation, the cold body of Luo Sanpao on the ground transformed into a warm purple light and entered Yu Xiaogang's body.

Yu Xiaogang's smile froze on his face, "What... what is this?"

Feng Yan said casually, "Sanpao's physical body. I've converted it into your martial soul, though it has lost its consciousness."

"Congratulations, Gangzi, you can fart again!!!"

Yu Xiaogang: "???"

What happened to the promised Samadhi True Fire?

Why was it still just Luo Sanpao, who could only fart!

Despite his words, he still summoned Luo Sanpao.

Unexpectedly...

Luo Sanpao was actually capable of Martial Soul Possession, no longer restricted to its previous detached state.

The original Yu Xiaogang had completely transformed...

His limbs became short and thick, his body resembling neither dog nor pig.

He was incredibly round and plump, standing about two meters tall, his entire body covered in pale purple fur, with ears that drooped just like Luo Sanpao's.

Notably, his face remained his own...

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

Subsequently, nine spirit rings emerged from beneath him, their colors being:

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

A total of nine pure, flawless ten-year spirit rings.

Looking across the entire Douluo Continent, even if one read every history book concerning spirit masters, who could possess such an awesome spirit ring configuration?

Only he, Yu Xiaogang, was the first!

Staring at the nine white rings at his feet, Yu Xiaogang recalled a shameful past event...

The Ninth Trial of the Fart God Inheritance—Descent of the Fart God.

Trial Content: Candidate Yu Xiaogang, please pick up all the dropped soap in an ordinary bathhouse...

Note: NPCs will randomly reset the soap.

Reward: Reduce the age of all spirit rings by 99 percent.

What a refined Luo Sanpao!

With a sigh in his heart, Feng Yan bid farewell to Gangzi, who was heading off to find his beloved disciple.

The reason he had to seal Yu Xiaogang's godhood and divine power was for fear that he would cause chaos by relying on his status as a god.

Do not be fooled by Yu Xiaogang being chased by Di Tian.

That was only because something was wrong with a certain part of him, preventing him from farting.

Furthermore, for some unknown reason, Di Tian did not fear Yu Xiaogang's divine might, which led to the current situation.

Thinking about it, it must have been that legendary existence with world-shaking wisdom who had done something...

Otherwise, once Yu Xiaogang's injuries healed, let alone Di Tian, even three more Limit Douluo would not be able to withstand a single fart from him.

In short... the Fart God was simply too overpowered; he deserved to be nerfed.

Of course, he was not without preparations to prevent Yu Xiaogang from stabbing him in the back.

Feng Yan took out the half-divine soul fused with Tang San's divine consciousness, "Next, it's your turn, little shrimp."

"Hehehehehehe..."