Don't Bully the Poor Middle-Aged

Tang San saw his hypothesis confirmed and hurriedly retracted the Bad Luck Domain.

However, his reaction was clearly a step too late.

Their beds were positioned directly beneath a lamp, and as the Bad Luck Domain exerted its influence, the dilapidated lamp base quietly detached and plummeted downward.

In the darkness, Tang San, whose attention was entirely focused on Xiao Wu, failed to notice this.

He was struck squarely by the tens of pounds of lamp base.

As luck would have it, the base hit the exact location of little Tang San.

Tang San instantly curled up like a boiled shrimp, struggling to cover his mouth and nose to prevent a scream from escaping.

Yet, the massive commotion still drew the attention of Xiao Wu beside him.

"Hm?"

"What's wrong, Tang San?"

"N-nothing..."

By testing the law on himself, Tang San finally understood the general utility of the Bad Luck Domain.

He could conclude that it was a double-edged sword; once unleashed, both the enemy and the user would be shrouded in misfortune.

From that point on, bad things would inevitably occur.

"It's fine, it's fine. As my Jinx Trial progresses, I will surely be able to shake off the intrusion of bad luck and completely master this domain."

"Before that, I'll just treat the domain as a trump card."

The little rabbit beside him, seeing that she couldn't get a straight answer, ignored the agonizing Tang San and chose to return to her dreams.

Meanwhile, in the senior dormitory, Lu Xian was also rubbing his backside as he climbed back onto his bed.

He had been struck by a whim to activate the Bad Luck Domain he had obtained to test its effects, never expecting that the bed frame, which had been perfectly fine for five years, would simply collapse.

"I think I understand what it means by 'can affect the user'."

"If your life isn't tough enough, you really can't use this Bad Luck Domain."

"Right, didn't the prompt say it could be reversed?"

Lu Xian controlled his spiritual power to reverse the domain as the system had suggested.

The system's description of the new domain quietly shifted.

[Luck Domain: Those within the domain will soon encounter good fortune.]

Lu Xian quietly breathed a sigh of relief; if he were truly forced to rely on the Bad Luck Domain, he wouldn't dare use it recklessly.

But the Luck Domain was a different story.

Furthermore, he discovered that if he performed the reversal before distributing rewards, Tang San could also inherit the Luck Domain.

But once the rewards were issued, Tang San would be stuck using his Bad Luck Domain.

"It's fine. Anyway, no one has a tougher life than Tang San; he shouldn't be able to curse this destined laborer to death."

The sun was high in the sky, and because he had suffered from an upset stomach all day yesterday, Yu Xiaogang had tossed and turned until dawn before finally falling asleep.

He had even told Tang San, who came knocking, to pause their private tutoring session for the day.

It wasn't until noon that Yu Xiaogang finally drifted awake.

Stretching his back, Yu Xiaogang suddenly caught a whiff of a scent that was all too familiar.

"Hm? What's going on? Is it still not over?"

Rubbing his stomach, Yu Xiaogang slowly turned and reached his feet toward his shoes.

His peripheral vision swept across the side of his pillow.

There, a puff of purple-green gas was floating up and down.

"This... did I create this unconsciously while I was sleeping?"

Rising to his feet, Yu Xiaogang picked up the large feather fan in the room and began swinging it toward the gas.

Because his Martial Soul often produced toxic gases, he kept a fan in the room at all times, specifically for moments like this.

But unlike in the past, no matter how hard he fanned, the purple-green gas refused to dissipate.

"Eh? What is going on here?"

Setting the feather fan down, Yu Xiaogang suppressed his nausea, pinched his nose, and walked toward the gas cloud.

After a long internal struggle, the Grandmaster resolutely reached his hand out toward the cloud.

The moment he made contact with the gas, a surge of soul power instantly flooded his mind.

Yu Xiaogang cursed inwardly, but it was already too late to stop the flow of soul power.

However, the scene of him being attacked that he had imagined did not occur; instead, a dull voice echoed within his mind.

"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river; do not bully a middle-aged man for being poor."

"Do you desire the power to change your destiny?"

The voice in his head sent Yu Xiaogang's heart into a tumultuous upheaval. Had he encountered...

"P-please, may I ask, who is the Senior?"

"Me?"

"Merely a wisp of a remnant soul, a will left behind to select an heir for a divine position."

"Hiss..."

Yu Xiaogang drew a sharp breath. He had not expected that any god would be blind enough to choose a middle-aged man with half a level of Innate Soul Power who was still only a Soul Grand Master at fifty.

"Senior, you... have you made a mistake?"

"My talent is..."

"Your talent is so poor that even a dog would shake its head at it, right?"

"Uh..."

The words were crude but true. Although the remnant soul's remarks were extremely blunt, Yu Xiaogang had to admit that the other party was correct.

"That is correct. I believe Senior must have found the wrong person."

"However, my disciple possesses Twin Martial Souls and is a genius with Innate Full Soul Power. Senior could..."

It had to be said that Gangzi truly loved Tang San. Upon determining that the god had chosen the wrong person, his first instinct was to recommend his disciple.

Yet, that wisp of a remnant soul merely chuckled for a moment before speaking slowly:

"Although your talent is abysmal, you certainly have a high opinion of yourself."

"Use that shameless ability you displayed when wooing women; there is nothing you cannot disgust."

"A divine position does not merely select those with superior aptitude; it also selects those who are compatible with the position."

"With your talent for being repulsive, this divine position belongs to none but you!"

The remnant soul's words made Yu Xiaogang's face turn a shade of green and then white, but at the same time, he began to affirm the authenticity of the divine position.

Being able to accurately recount his past of wooing the female Pope and the Great Mother Dragon was something no ordinary person could achieve.

"Dare I ask, Senior, what exactly is this divine position?"

"Why would it be compatible with This Humble One?"

"The Plague God!"

"The... Plague God?"

Yu Xiaogang's eyes widened into perfect circles, and he remained speechless for a long time.

Was this because it had taken a liking to his ability to fart?

"Have you decided? Young man... pfft, middle-aged man!"

"Of course, you may choose to refuse, but if you do, you will be stuck as a Soul Grand Master for the rest of your life, unable to make any progress."

The remnant soul's words struck precisely at Yu Xiaogang's pain point. Gangzi, who had been hesitating, immediately cast aside the conflict in his heart.

He had nothing left to lose, did he?

"Senior, I accept your inheritance. Come!"

Having realized this, a look of grim determination appeared in Yu Xiaogang's eyes.

The mass of purple-green mist did not dally, transforming into a stream of light that shot into the center of Gangzi's brow.

"Hm?"

Just as Yu Xiaogang was feeling puzzled, a purple-green cloud-shaped divine mark appeared on his forehead.

And once again, the voice of the remnant soul echoed in his mind.

"The Ninety-Nine Trials of the Plague God, First Trial: That was not a passing cloud, but the fart I left behind upon my arrival."

"Go to the academy cafeteria at noon and release ten loud farts."

"The requirement is that the sound must be resonant and the breath long!"

"Time limit: three days."

Having left the trial, the remnant soul fell silent.

It left only Gangzi standing frozen in place, his face full of disbelief.

"What the f..."

Yu Xiaogang felt a surge of blood rush through him. Was this really a legitimate god? To actually issue such a deranged trial.

But on second thought, what legitimate god would ever take a liking to him?

In any case, his reputation had nowhere left to fall; it would merely be a few more strange looks.

As long as it could allow him to become a Soul Elder, he, Gangzi, could accept it!