God of Misfortune, Fart Immortal

"Jinx's Eleventh Trial: A Stunning Debut."

"At noon, head to the cafeteria and find the hope that can be ignited to achieve a stunning debut."

"Time limit: three days."

At noon, while eating in the cafeteria, Tang San suddenly received the divine trial message in his mind.

He looked around, but found nothing that could be considered hope that could be ignited.

Shaking his head, Tang San decided to put the trial aside for now and focus on his meal.

The next day, during Yu Xiaogang's private tutoring session, both master and disciple seemed somewhat distracted.

Gangzi was still struggling with his final internal conflict.

Meanwhile, Tang San was pondering how to complete his divine trial.

In this strange atmosphere, the lesson slowly came to an end.

Both master and disciple coincidentally chose to head to the academy cafeteria.

In the past, Yu Xiaogang would always head straight to the second floor to eat, sometimes even calling Tang San over to treat him to extra food.

But today, Yu Xiaogang stood stiffly right in the center of the first-floor cafeteria.

This left Tang San, his disciple, full of confusion.

"Teacher, aren't you going to the second floor?"

"Don't worry about me, Little San. Go get your food."

Yu Xiaogang's expression was extremely grave, a level of seriousness Tang San had never seen before; not even when they encountered the Datura Snake in the Soul Hunting Forest had Yu Xiaogang looked this solemn.

"I understand, Teacher. Just call out if you need anything."

"Mm."

To preserve the last shred of his dignity as a teacher, Gangzi had to send Tang San away first.

And the time before his return was his final opportunity.

He looked around at the students who were busy devouring their meals.

Yu Xiaogang silently apologized in his heart, pulled several white radishes from his Soul Tool, and stuffed them into his mouth.

A moment later, Gangzi's face turned a mix of green and purple, and some students had already noticed this conspicuous, stone-faced middle-aged man.

"Isn't that the Grandmaster? What is he doing standing in the middle of the cafeteria?"

"Who knows? Looking at his face, he couldn't be holding back a fart, could he?"

"..."

Following this student's guess, a cloud of purple-green mist instantly erupted from behind Yu Xiaogang.

"Pfft~~ Pssst! Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft..."

A series of muffled sounds echoed throughout the entire cafeteria, lingering in the air as if they would never fade.

The lethal stench that followed immediately caused many students to start vomiting.

The food they hadn't yet swallowed was wasted just like that.

After dozens of seconds of muffled sounds, some students with low resistance had already fainted in the cafeteria.

The clever ones had already bolted toward the cafeteria exit.

Others even pointed at Gangzi in the center of the cafeteria and cursed loudly.

"What are you doing, you trash?"

"Do you have any sense of public decency? People are trying to eat here!"

"Both master and disciple are just as pathetic!"

His response was Yu Xiaogang's second round of farts, the renewed muffled sounds harvesting another batch of students who hadn't managed to escape the cafeteria in time.

By now, even some senior students on the second floor had caught the scent of the lethal gas.

"What's that sound? What's that smell... Ugh!!!"

Ten consecutive gas bombs later, the entire cafeteria was shrouded in purple-green mist.

At this moment, Tang San returned to the main hall with his tray of food.

The toxic gas filling the cafeteria nearly knocked him over.

"Tea... Teacher... what are you doing..."

Looking at Yu Xiaogang in the center of the toxic fog, Tang San suddenly seemed to realize something.

He immediately dropped his tray and pulled a flint from the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges.

"So that's it. This is the hope that can be ignited."

"As expected of Teacher; he even knows exactly what I need most."

Tang San, increasingly deep in his own delusions, stepped forward to pull Yu Xiaogang toward the entrance of the cafeteria, then struck a flint and tossed it inside.

BOOM!

A pillar of fire shot into the sky; true men never look back at explosions!

The corners of the master and disciple's mouths curled into wicked smiles as they slowly walked away from the cafeteria.

In their minds, the notification that the trial was complete rang out simultaneously.

"Teacher, I'll head back to the dormitory first."

"Go ahead. This teacher has some matters to attend to as well."

"Jinx Trial Eleven: Shock the World, completed."

"Reward: 30 days of cultivation, Soul Ring age increased by 10 years."

Although the reward was not as good as the tenth trial, he had barely put in any effort this time, so Tang San quickly accepted the decline in reward intensity.

According to the current ratio, he estimated that by the fifteenth trial, the rewards would be comparable to the tenth.

And by the twentieth trial, he expected another wave of generous rewards.

On the other side, having returned to the dormitory, Yu Xiaogang immediately checked his gains.

"Plague God Trial One: The Fart of Arrival, completed."

"Reward: 5 days of cultivation, Soul Ring age increased by 2 years."

Do not underestimate these 5 days of cultivation; having been stuck at level 29 for nearly twenty years, no matter how Yu Xiaogang trained, he could no longer generate soul power.

Yet, these 5 days of cultivation transformed into tangible soul power, adding directly to his base.

Relying on this 5 days of soul power, Yu Xiaogang successfully broke through the threshold of a Soul Elder.

The excited Gangzi could not help but shed tears of joy.

"Do not bully a middle-aged man for being poor; I can finally continue my cultivation!"

"Let the storm—no, let the farts come even more violently!"

Having received actual benefits, Yu Xiaogang no longer held any doubts about the Plague God; it would be no exaggeration to call him his second parent.

Regardless of what the subsequent trials might be, he would do everything in his power to complete them.

Perhaps having heard Gangzi's inner thoughts, the Plague God immediately issued the information for the next trial.

"Plague God Trial Two: When the Greenhouse Effect arrives, no fart is innocent."

"Contribute your own effort to the global warming of Douluo Continent."

"Leave your mark on the four main streets of Nuoding City; you must leave a deep impression on twenty people."

Gangzi, who had just been grateful to the Plague God, instantly turned dark in the face.

What the hell, why is it this kind of thing again...

"Forget it, the trials set by Lord Plague God must have their reasons. As the examinee, I only need to execute them earnestly."

Inside the senior dormitory, Lu Xian brought back the food he had packed in advance to eat.

Hearing the system's fulfillment notification, Lu Xian could not help but curl his lip in disdain.

[Wish Rating: F, Executor Completion: 150%.]
[Reward: 20 days of cultivation, Soul Ring age increased by 6 years.]
[Wish Rating: F, Executor Completion: 100%.]
[Reward: 60 days of cultivation, Soul Ring age increased by 30 years.]

The gains brought by the destined laborer Tang San were still enough to satisfy Lu Xian, but Gangzi's performance was simply too painful to look at.

Cultivating for twenty days at Gangzi's speed—what difference did that make compared to him cultivating for two days? It wasn't even as good as his own training!

Fortunately, there was still the increase in Soul Ring age, otherwise, he would have had the heart to kill Gangzi.

If his second Soul Ring successfully bonded with a carrot, he would have two destined laborers by now.

At that point, his cultivation speed would surely rise like a rocket.

It was all ruined by one of that guy's farts.

Over the next few months, Gangzi experimented with farting in various settings and successfully became another object of scorn for the people of Nuoding City.

As for the other one, it was naturally his beloved disciple, Tang San.

The two of them had now earned the titles of God of Misfortune and Fart Immortal in Nuoding City; it would be no exaggeration to say they were like rats crossing the street, chased by everyone.

Yet, the master and disciple did not care in the slightest, and were even somewhat enjoying it.

There was a certain artistic mood to it, much like the saying: "Others laugh at me for being too crazy, I laugh at them for not seeing through."