Do Not Mock a Poor Middle-Aged Man

Tang San saw his guess confirmed and quickly withdrew the Bad Luck Domain.

But he was clearly still a little too late.

Their beds happened to be directly beneath a lamp, and as the Bad Luck Domain took effect, the old, poorly maintained light fixture silently came crashing down.

In the darkness, Tang San's attention was entirely on Xiao Wu, and he failed to notice it.

The fixture, weighing dozens of pounds, struck him squarely.

To make matters worse, it hit right where little Tang San was.

Tang San instantly curled up like a cooked shrimp, desperately covering his mouth and nose to keep from screaming.

But the huge commotion still caught Xiao Wu's attention.

"Hmm?"

"What's wrong, Tang San?"

"N-Nothing..."

After testing it on himself, Tang San finally understood the general use of the Bad Luck Domain.

It was a double-edged sword. Once activated, both the enemy and himself would be shrouded in bad luck.

After that, something unpleasant would happen.

"It's fine, it's fine. As my Jinx Trial progresses, I'll definitely be able to escape the interference of bad luck and completely control this domain."

"Until then, I'd better treat this domain as a trump card."

Seeing that she could not get an answer out of him, the little rabbit ignored Tang San, who was in unbearable pain, and chose to continue sleeping.

Meanwhile, in the upperclassmen's dormitory, Lu Xian rubbed his backside as he climbed back onto his bed.

He had suddenly felt like trying out the Bad Luck Domain he had obtained, but he had not expected the bed frame he had slept on safely for five years to collapse just like that.

"I think I understand what it means by being able to affect myself."

"You really can't use this Bad Luck Domain unless your life is tough enough."

"Wait, didn't it say it could be reversed?"

Lu Xian used his mental power to reverse the domain indicated by the system.

The system's description of the new domain quietly changed as well.

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

Lu Xian quietly breathed a sigh of relief. If he really could only use the Bad Luck Domain, he would not dare use it carelessly.

But the Luck Domain was different.

He also discovered that if he reversed it before issuing the reward, Tang San could inherit the Luck Domain as well.

But after the reward had been issued, Tang San could only continue using his Bad Luck Domain.

"It's fine. No one's life is tougher than Tang San's anyway. This Destined Worker probably won't be killed by it."

With the sun already high in the sky, Yu Xiaogang had tossed and turned all night due to yesterday's nonstop diarrhea and only barely managed to fall asleep at dawn.

He even told Tang San, who came knocking, that their private lesson would be suspended for the day.

It was not until noon that Yu Xiaogang slowly woke up.

Stretching lazily, Yu Xiaogang suddenly caught a whiff of an extremely familiar smell.

"Hm? What's going on? Isn't it over yet?"

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

Then, from the corner of his eye, he spotted something beside his pillow.

A cloud of purple-green gas floated up and down there.

"Th-This... did I unconsciously make this while I was sleeping?"

Yu Xiaogang got up, grabbed the large feather fan in his room, and swung it toward the gas.

Because his martial soul often produced poisonous gas, he always kept a fan in his room for moments like this.

But unlike before, no matter how he fanned it, he could not disperse the purple-green gas.

"Huh? What's going on?"

Setting down the feather fan, Yu Xiaogang pinched his nose and forced himself to approach the cloud despite the nausea churning within him.

After a long internal struggle, the Grandmaster resolutely reached out toward it.

The moment he touched the cloud, a surge of Soul Power rushed into his mind.

Yu Xiaogang inwardly cried out in alarm, but it was already too late to stop the Soul Power.

However, the imagined attack never came. Instead, a dull voice sounded in his mind.

"Thirty Years East of the River, thirty years west of the river. Do not mock a poor middle-aged man."

"Do you wish to obtain the power to change your fate?"

The voice in his mind sent waves crashing through Yu Xiaogang's heart. Had he encountered...

"M-May I ask who you are, Senior?"

"Me?"

"Merely a wisp of remnant soul, an will left behind to choose an heir for a Godhood."

"Hiss..."

Yu Xiaogang sucked in a cold breath. He had never expected a god to be blind enough to choose a middle-aged man with half a level of Innate Soul Power who was still a Soul Grandmaster at fifty.

"Senior, did you... make a mistake?"

"My talent..."

"Your talent is so bad even dogs would shake their heads when they saw it, right?"

"Uh..."

The words were harsh, but true. Though the remnant soul had put it bluntly, Yu Xiaogang had to admit it was right.

"That's right. I think you must have found the wrong person, Senior."

"However, my disciple has Twin Martial Souls and Innate Full Soul Power. He's a genius, so perhaps you could..."

It had to be said that Gangzi truly loved Tang San. The moment he confirmed that the god had chosen the wrong person, he immediately began recommending his disciple.

Yet the wisp of remnant soul merely chuckled for a moment before slowly saying:

"Your talent may be terrible, but you sure know how to dream."

"Bring out that shameless skill you used when chasing women. There's nothing you can't disgust."

"A Godhood does not merely choose those with exceptional aptitude. It must also choose someone compatible with it."

"With your talent for disgusting people, this Godhood belongs to none but you!"

The remnant soul's words made Yu Xiaogang's face turn green, then pale, but they also made him begin to believe in the Godhood's authenticity.

Being able to accurately recount his past of courting the Pope and the Dragon Lady was not something an ordinary person could do.

"May I ask, Senior, what exactly is this Godhood?"

"Why is it compatible with me?"

"The Plague God!"

"P-Plague God?"

Yu Xiaogang's eyes widened, and for a long while, he could not speak.

Had it taken a fancy to his skill at farting?

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

"Of course, you may refuse. But if you do, you'll remain a Soul Grandmaster for the rest of your life, unable to advance another step."

The remnant soul's words struck precisely at Yu Xiaogang's sore spot. Gangzi, who had still been hesitating, immediately cast aside his last bit of indecision.

He had nothing left to lose, did he?

"Senior, I accept your inheritance. Come on!"

Having figured that out, Yu Xiaogang's eyes gained a trace of readiness to face death.

The purple-green mist did not waste any more words and turned into a streak of light that shot into Gangzi's brow.

"Hmm?"

As Yu Xiaogang was still wondering what was happening, a purple-green, cloud-like divine mark appeared on his forehead.

The voice of the remnant soul sounded in his mind once more.

"Ninety-Nine Trials of the Plague God, first trial: That was not a passing cloud, but the fart I left behind when I came."

"At noon, go to the academy cafeteria and let out ten loud farts."

"They must be thunderous in sound and long-lasting in odor!"

"Time limit: three days."

After leaving behind the trial, the remnant soul fell silent once more.

Only Gangzi remained standing there blankly, his face filled with disbelief.

"Fuck me..."

Yu Xiaogang felt his blood surge. Was this really some proper god? It had actually issued such a deranged trial.

But on second thought, what proper god would choose him?

His reputation had nowhere left to fall anyway. At most, he would receive a few more strange looks.

As long as it could make him a Soul Elder, Gangzi could accept it!