Tang San and Gangzi Can't Stop

Stepping on Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, Tang San constantly flickered and shifted through the woods.

A disdainful smile still hung on his lips.

For these villagers to catch up to him was simply a fantasy.

However, he soon couldn't laugh anymore; for three consecutive days, these villagers held hoes and guarded their doorsteps, swarming him the moment Tang San appeared, intent on eliminating this destroyer of homes.

This left Tang San feeling troubled.

The time limit for the assessment was only half a month; if he didn't start repairs soon, he would be judged as having failed the assessment once time ran out.

One had to know that fifty houses were no small number, and it really wasn't certain he could finish them in half a month.

Fortunately, Tang San still had a trump card.

Expanding his Bad Luck Domain, Tang San, stepping on Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, made every villager who had lost their home pass through the domain one by one.

That very day, a torrential downpour fell upon Holy Soul Village.

And those villagers who had lost their homes were soaked into drowned rats.

Now they truly understood the importance of a house; their anger toward Tang San temporarily receded, and they began to search for materials to repair their homes.

Of course, Tang San paid the price for this with his face making intimate contact with cow dung.

The Bad Luck Domain was not so easy to cast.

Seeing that the villagers no longer had time to chase him all over the streets, Tang San finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Taking out the tools he had purchased in advance, he began to go from house to house, helping the villagers repair their homes.

At first, the villagers glared fiercely at this culprit, but after discovering that Tang San was truly repairing the houses in earnest, they suppressed the rage in their hearts.

There was nothing more important than rebuilding their houses first.

More than ten days of continuous, grueling labor left Tang San's eye sockets sunken and his expression full of exhaustion.

Finally, when the last house was repaired, Tang San collapsed onto the ground, completely drained.

Seeing this, the villagers found it difficult to continue causing him trouble.

"The fifteenth trial, Art is Explosion, has been completed."
"Reward: 35 days of cultivation, 20 years of spirit ring age."

A surge of pure spirit power rushed into his limbs and bones, and Tang San instantly felt his physical exhaustion vanish without a trace.

With a face full of joy, Tang San hopped and skipped toward his own dilapidated thatched cottage.

But halfway there, the smile on Tang San's lips suddenly stiffened, and then his expression slowly twisted into something perverse.

"Jinx, the sixteenth trial, Obsessed with Art."
"The villagers' houses are still not grand enough; please tear them down and rebuild them on the basis of the repaired houses."
"Time limit: one month."

Tang San's expression gradually crumbled as he turned his head to look at that row of brand-new houses.

"I'm sorry everyone, but I am just an examinee who loves art this much!"

The next day.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

"Tang San, I'll curse your ancestors!"

"Don't stop me! Today, either that grandson or I will survive—there is no second option!"

Far away at Notting Academy.

Little Rabbit, lying on her back on the bunk and swinging her feet, suddenly sneezed, feeling a chill run down her spine.

"Achoo!"

"That's strange, why do I feel like I was almost tainted by something dirty?"

"Forget it, whatever. Time to go get some carrots to eat."

Inside Tang Hao's blacksmith shop in Holy Soul Village, Old Jack looked at Tang San, who was covered in armor and not even showing his face, with a face full of fury.

"Tang San, I gave you the village's only work-study student quota, not so you could learn to come back and blow up houses."

"Apologies, Village Chief, but don't you think those houses weren't aesthetically pleasing enough?"

"Aesthetic my foot! No matter how ugly they are, they're better than having no house to live in, right?"

"Understood, Village Chief. I will go help everyone rebuild their houses right now."

"Hmph, get going! If you don't fix them within a month, I'm going to report this to the Spirit Hall Branch deacon and say someone is causing chaos in the village."

"Yes."

Donning his armor, Tang San began to clear the foundations for the 50 houses.

Behind him, an aunt whose house had been damaged was rhythmically striking the back of Tang San's head with a rolling pin.

Clang, clang, clank, clank—the rhythm was quite steady.

As she struck, she kept shouting:

"I'll teach you, you little turtle-grandson, to mess around..."

Tang San secretly rejoiced in the wisdom of forging this suit of armor, his hands moving without the slightest hesitation.

After a full day, aside from his ears ringing, he hadn't actually suffered any real harm.

"Whew!"

"The path to godhood is always full of twists and turns; Tang San, you must keep going!"

A month later, the house repairs were completed.

Tang San packed his luggage and set off overnight on the road back to Notting Academy.

He was terrified that the Jinx would issue him a third demolition task.

"The sixteenth trial, Obsessed with Art, has been completed."

"Reward: 50 days of cultivation, 30 years of spirit ring age."

The generous rewards made the corners of Tang San's mouth curl up slightly as he hurried along; at least for now, it seemed the effort was worth it.

With the two trials combined, he had gained 85 days of cultivation, and Tang San successfully broke through to level 17.

His spirit ring age had also reached 600 years.

As long as he persevered, he would be the most dazzling Jinx of them all.

Returning to the academy, the congestion at the main gate left Tang San feeling deeply puzzled.

He stepped forward and pulled a student aside to ask:

"Classmate, what is going on here?"

The student turned, saw it was Tang San, and hurriedly yanked his sleeve back, retreating dozens of steps.

"You... you... don't come so close."

"You're asking what's going on? That teacher of yours is going to be farting at the school gate for three straight days."

"The entrance is full of toxic gas; we can't even get in."

"Uh..."

Tang San immediately had a guess in his heart; after all, the divine mark on his teacher's head could not be faked.

Teacher is truly no ordinary person.

Otherwise, he could never have gained the favor of the gods.

Looking at it this way, my Jinx is still quite humane. Although it's a bit immoral, at least it has a bottom line.

Tang San could not imagine the scene of himself having to fart at the academy gate for three days.

If that really happened, he would rather smash his head against a tree and die.

At the same time, he secretly admired Yu Xiaogang for being able to endure what others could not.

Such a person would surely achieve great things.

He found a cheap hotel to stay in, and only after three days did Tang San return to the academy gate, which happened to be the time for registration for the new semester.

Ignoring the disdainful looks from the crowd, Yu Xiaogang walked straight through the students to Tang San's side.

"Little San, hurry up and register, then come with Teacher to handle a matter."

"Yes, Teacher."

Tang San did not ask what it was about; he turned to go to the dormitory to put away his luggage, and under the disgusted gaze of Little Rabbit, he headed to the academic office to report.

Immediately afterward, he rushed back to the school gate.

Yu Xiaogang had been waiting there for a long time.

"Let's go, Little San."

Taking Tang San with him, Yu Xiaogang headed straight for a restaurant.

At this moment, Gangzi had already received a brand-new trial.

"The seventh trial, Reserve of the Plague God."

"As a Plague God, having no good energy reserves is unacceptable."

"Go to a restaurant and consume a banquet consisting of 200 dishes made of radishes, sweet potatoes, and potatoes in one sitting."

"During this time, you must not leak any energy."

"Time limit: one day."

The reason Tang San did not choose to refuse Yu Xiaogang's invitation was naturally because of the trial that had been issued to him.

Having experienced the "dreamy" coordination at the cafeteria before, Tang San had roughly guessed that the divine position his teacher inherited was highly likely related to the Jinx.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to issue joint assessments so frequently.

"Jinx's seventeenth trial: prevent the poison gas leak."

"Releasing poison gas at will is an immoral act. As a deity who loves cleanliness, you must prevent all of this from happening."

"Follow your teacher to the restaurant."

"Time limit: one day."