The Third Destined Worker

"The Plague God Seventh Trial: Plague God's reserves have been completed."

"Reward: 15 days of cultivation; Soul Ring age increased by 5 years."

"The Jinx Seventeenth Trial: preventing the poison gas leak is complete."

"Reward: 50 days of cultivation; Soul Ring age increased by 20 years."

Hearing that the trials were complete, Yu Xiaogang instantly felt a great weight lift from his shoulders. He collapsed onto the dining table and passed out.

After his initial delight, Tang San yanked the Broom back, then used Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to race out of the restaurant.

All that remained was a crowd of onlookers who had no idea what was going on.

"What's happening? How did he eat himself unconscious?"

"Who knows..."

Before one diner could finish speaking, his eyes rolled back, foam spilled from his mouth, and he fell to the ground, twitching.

"Hey, hey, what are you—"

"Thud."

After another muffled thud, more and more diners fell to the ground.

It turned out that once the Broom had been pulled away, nothing could stop Gangzi's poison gas from erupting.

Clouds of purple-green gas poured out, accompanied by the rumbling of Gangzi's stomach as if rivers and seas were churning inside him.

The owner and staff, who had been prepared in advance, had already covered their mouths and noses with wet towels and taken shelter in the back courtyard.

Only the curious onlookers who loved to watch the spectacle had to suffer.

"Run! The Fart Immortal is about to unleash his power!"

After 200 Fart-Inducing Dishes, the restaurant had become a toxic, gas-shrouded biohazard zone in a matter of minutes.

Tang San waited outside the restaurant from noon until nightfall. Only after taking precautions did he dare to slowly enter.

He carried the still-unconscious Gangzi back to the academy's Back Mountain.

Then he tossed him straight into the stream on the Back Mountain.

Watching Gangzi gulp down a few mouthfuls of water and slowly come to, Tang San finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Teacher, you should clean yourself up first."

Yu Xiaogang felt the dampness weighing down his lower half. He silently nodded, then told Tang San to leave.

After that, every time Yu Xiaogang and Tang San completed a trial, their own infamy spread along with it.

Before long, no one dared gather around the pair of master and disciple.

Even Little Rabbit had swallowed her pride, bought new bedding, and moved away from her original bed.

It was simply too easy to offend people by staying with Tang San.

Even she could barely bear the strange looks from everyone around her.

Half a year later, thanks to the efforts of Tang San, the Destined Worker, Lu Xian successfully broke through to level 30 and reached the verge of becoming a Soul Elder.

As for Gangzi, well, let's not even talk about him.

Could you imagine Gangzi completing dozens of trials in half a year, yet providing him with less than one level of Soul Power?

If it weren't for the Soul Ring age increasing by several hundred years, he really would have wanted to kill this useless man and see if he could bind another object instead.

But Lu Xian soon forgot about that little frustration.

Because he could now look for a third object to bind.

Having learned from his previous mistakes, he swore he would never summon his Martial Soul again until he had decided what he wanted to bind next.

In the end, he chose a cup of ice cubes as the object for this binding.

Judging by the previous two times, the objects he bound could grow stronger as the trial-takers grew more powerful and his own Soul Ring age increased.

His First Soul Skill, Magic Broom, could now carry people through the air, and the gusts it produced were so powerful that they had some offensive force.

The Second Soul Skill, representing Gangzi's poison gas, could also create a cloud of poisonous mist within a ten-meter radius.

And as the one releasing it, he didn't have to worry about the mist harming him.

He chose ice for his Third Soul Ring partly because it would make it convenient to bind Ma Hongjun later and assign him tasks.

Another reason was that, once strengthened, the Ice Element would have decent offensive and controlling abilities.

As for the Luck Domain he had gained after Tang San completed his trial, Lu Xian had already gotten a glimpse of how powerful it was.

Could you imagine that in the past six months alone, he had picked up over a hundred Gold Soul Coins dropped by drunken passersby?

Once could be called good luck, but hundreds of times had to be the result of the Luck Domain.

As for other ways to use the Luck Domain, he would have to figure them out gradually. He believed that as its power increased, the benefits it brought would be far more than just finding money.

Holding the ice he had bought from the Cold Drink Shop next door, Lu Xian released his Martial Soul again, full of anticipation.

As the ice disappeared, a white Soul Ring slowly appeared above the Silver Light Orb.

"Third Soul Skill: Ice Element!"

As the Third Soul Skill lit up, several ice cubes quietly appeared in his hand.

With the power of a Ten-Year Soul Ring, this was all he could manage.

But Lu Xian wasn't worried in the slightest. As long as he bound a worker, one day he would be able to freeze all of Suotuo City.

Looking at the three Soul Rings on his Martial Soul—yellow, yellow, and white—Lu Xian felt thoroughly satisfied.

He was only thirteen years old, all told, and already a Soul Elder. That put him ahead of the vast majority of people in this world.

At night, with the Evil Fire in his Martial Soul about to erupt, Ma Hongjun urgently knocked on the door of the Broom Shop.

"Big brother! Lu Xian, big brother! Open up! It's me."

"Fatty, come on in."

Lu Xian opened the shop door and greeted Fatty with a smile.

He hadn't spent the past six months doing nothing, either.

Besides assigning tasks to the master and disciple far away in Nuoding City, he had also built a good relationship with Ma Hongjun.

Fatty had only just become a Soul Master, and the one Gold Soul Coin he received each month was naturally not enough to deal with his Evil Fire problem.

After getting something for free once, Fatty had been chased out of Red Light Street by someone wielding a Broom.

In the end, he'd been caught right outside Lu Xian's shop. Just as Fatty was about to get beaten up, Lu Xian had stepped in and paid his bill.

After that, the two became good friends.

Of course, whenever he didn't have money to deal with his Evil Fire, the little fatty would come to Lu Xian to borrow some.

He said he would pay him back once his Soul Power rose and he could collect a larger allowance.

"Hehe, Big Brother Lu Xian, I'm here to borrow money again."

"You know, I'm starting to wonder if that so-called Evil Fire of yours is just a story you made up to fool me."

"What are you talking about? Why would I lie to you, Big Brother Lu? You have no idea what it's like to be plagued by Evil Fire. It's just..."

Lu Xian shook his head, not bothering to argue with him. He took out a cup, poured in some water, and discreetly dropped two ice cubes inside before handing it to Ma Hongjun.

"Have some water while you wait. I'll go get the money."

"Sure thing. Thanks, Big Brother Lu Xian."

Ma Hongjun took the cup and drained it in one gulp.

The coolness instantly swept away much of the frustration in his heart, and his eyes lit up.

But the heat soon returned, leaving him disappointed once more.

"Ugh, that only treats the symptoms, not the root cause."

Lu Xian, who had pretended to wander around the back room, quietly returned and took out two Gold Soul Coins, handing them over.

"Spend carefully. Otherwise, by the time you become a Soul Grandmaster, who knows how much you'll owe me?"

"Don't worry, Big Brother Lu Xian. Once I become a Soul Grandmaster, I'll take on some Soul Hunting jobs for people. I'll make plenty of money."

"Even if I can't pay you back then, I can once I become a Soul Elder, right?"

"Oh, by the way, Big Brother Lu Xian, want to come with me today?"

"Get lost, get lost, get lost!"

Ma Hongjun scampered out of the Broom Shop with a cheeky grin. This clearly wasn't the first time he'd invited Lu Xian, but he'd been turned down every time, and Ma Hongjun had gotten used to it by now.