Yu Xiaogang Receives the God of Farts' Legacy, But Must Castrate Himself! Bibi Dong Absorbs Her Sixth Spirit Ring

"A sixty-eight-thousand-year Earth Blood Demon Spider."

After leaving the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, they quickly located the Earth Blood Demon Spider within the Sunset Forest.

Its body was as black as charcoal, allowing it to blend into the shadows; without careful observation, it was difficult to spot.

This was also one of the ways the Earth Blood Demon Spider hunted its prey.

At this moment, Bibi Dong and Ye Guyue concealed their auras, standing on the branch of a towering tree, quietly watching the Earth Blood Demon Spider feeding below.

"Senior Sister, is it really safe for me to absorb a soul beast of nearly seventy thousand years?"

Bibi Dong felt somewhat insecure; she had never considered absorbing a soul beast of nearly seventy thousand years for her sixth soul ring.

"Rest assured, it is merely seventy thousand years. You have consumed two immortal herbs; there will absolutely be no problem."

Ye Guyue said with ironclad certainty.

After confirming the surroundings were secure, a powerful radiance erupted from Ye Guyue's body.

With his Radiant Holy Dragon Martial Soul Possession, a formidable dragon might emanated from him.

"Second Soul Skill: Holy Dragon Pressure."

"Sixth Soul Skill: Evil-Breaking Holy Dragon Drill."

Ye Guyue leaped into the air, the Radiant Holy Dragon shimmering brilliantly under the sunlight. The low, rumbling dragon might caused the feeding Earth Blood Demon Spider to freeze instantly.

Looking up to see Ye Guyue, who appeared like a true dragon descended upon the world, the Earth Blood Demon Spider instinctively wanted to flee, but under the pressure of the second soul skill, it could not move at all.

As the sixth soul skill was unleashed, the power of light gathered upon his fists, immediately beginning to rotate in the air to form a high-speed spinning Holy Dragon Whirlwind.

In the span of a breath, Ye Guyue thundered downward.

The attack tore through the air, its unstoppable force causing the Earth Blood Demon Spider to let out a roar.

It immediately spat a stream of bright red venom toward Ye Guyue.

Upon contact with the sixth soul skill, the bright red venom was instantly evaporated by the high-speed rotation.

Boom!

Ye Guyue's attack struck the back of the Earth Blood Demon Spider; a roar of impact echoed out, and dust flew everywhere.

The Earth Blood Demon Spider shrieked in pain, blood splattering in all directions.

In just a single breath's time, the Earth Blood Demon Spider lay on the ground, unable to move; its spider legs were driven deep into the earth by the impact, unable to break free.

Ye Guyue leaped up once more, landing on the ground with a light step, his white hair fluttering in the wind.

His white robes only served to highlight Ye Guyue's sanctity and elegance.

"As spotless as ever, Senior Sister." Bibi Dong jumped down from the tree branch, sighing with heartfelt admiration.

"Don't be glib. Go finish it off and absorb the soul ring." Ye Guyue's cold voice rang out, which Bibi Dong found quite uncomfortable.

She still preferred Ye Guyue's gentle side.

Of course, she still approached the Earth Blood Demon Spider and delivered the final blow.

After the Earth Blood Demon Spider breathed its last, a sixty-nine-thousand-year soul ring slowly drifted up from its corpse, its profound radiance causing Bibi Dong's heart to flutter.

"Senior Sister, please guard me while I absorb this. Once I'm done, I'll help you vent your heat."

Bibi Dong stuck out her delicate tongue.

Ye Guyue paused. "I don't need that."

"Don't bluff. When I kissed you, Senior Sister, I felt it." Bibi Dong smirked mischievously.

She immediately sat down, the black soul ring floating above her head as she began to absorb the ten-thousand-year soul ring.

Meanwhile, at the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Yu Yuanzhen carried the heavily wounded Yu Xiaogang on his back, stepping through the clan gates.

Along the way, the clan disciples cast sidelong glances, their eyes filled with disdain and mockery, yet none dared to speak aloud, though they all felt that Yu Xiaogang had brought total disgrace to the clan.

Yu Yuanzhen's face was livid as he carried Yu Xiaogang all the way back to his room.

He looked at his son, who lay on the bed with all four limbs shattered and a face ashen like death, and let out a heavy sigh.

No matter how disappointing he was, he was still his own flesh and blood.

In the days that followed, Yu Xiaogang became the laughingstock of the clan.

The disciples privately called him "Master Trash," saying he stole theories from Martial Soul Hall and deceived the Saintess's heart, only to end up with his limbs shattered.

In the end, he had brought this upon himself.

Even the servants who attended to him were indifferent, or even openly disgusted by him.

Yu Xiaogang lay in bed all day, refusing to eat or drink, his eyes hollow, his body reduced to nothing but skin and bone.

In just a few days, the change was so drastic that he could not accept it; he was supposed to be the genius that everyone looked up to.

Yu Yuanzhen saw it all and felt anxious, yet he was helpless. He had invited every famous healing-type Soul Master on the continent, but none could heal Yu Xiaogang's limbs.

Unless one grafts spirit bones, but spirit bones are so precious and rare, let alone grafting four of them—is this not a joke?

Just as Yu Xiaogang thought he would spend the rest of his life lying in bed, a cold, chilling voice suddenly echoed in his mind.

"Do you wish for revenge?"

Yu Xiaogang shuddered, his eyes snapping open as he scanned the room with vigilance.

"Who? Who is speaking?"

The voice did not answer, merely repeating with the same icy tone: "Do you wish for revenge?"

Yu Xiaogang clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, and spat out each word: "I do! I dream of it every single night!"

"Very good." The voice finally showed a hint of fluctuation. "I am the God of Farts, master of all laws in the world related to flatulence. I have searched for a millennium, and finally, I have found you—a successor whose martial soul is a perfect match for mine."

Yu Xiaogang was stunned: "God of Farts?"

"That is correct." The God of Farts chuckled faintly. "I can help you restore your four limbs and pass on to you supreme divine arts, granting you absolute power. But the price is that you must castrate yourself, sever all desires, and devote your heart entirely to the fart."

Yu Xiaogang was dumbfounded, muttering: "Castrate? Wouldn't that make me a eunuch?"

"And what if you become a eunuch?" The voice of the God of Farts was filled with temptation. "Think of how Bibi Dong betrayed you, think of how Ye Guyue humiliated you, think of how the entire continent mocks you. As long as you can have your revenge, what is such a small price to pay?"

"Or is it that you, Yu Xiaogang, only wish to live out your days in a daze? Given your current situation, you still care about such things? Think of your dignity and your face."

The voice continued to ring out.

Yu Xiaogang's eyes instantly turned ferocious.

He recalled Bibi Dong's icy gaze, the high-and-mighty demeanor of Ye Guyue, the humiliation within the dungeons of Martial Soul Hall, and the days he spent discarded outside Martial Soul City like a stray dog.

A monstrous wave of hatred swept away his reason.

He gritted his teeth fiercely and roared:

"I am willing! As long as I can have my revenge, let alone castration, I would even go to hell! I want that bitch Bibi Dong to regret everything!

I will cripple Ye Guyue and sell him to the Wind and Moon Pavilion! I will spare no cost to personally destroy Martial Soul Hall and make everyone who looked down on me pay the price!"

The God of Farts laughed heartily: "Yes, that is it. Come, accept my inheritance, and from this moment on, you are the successor of the God of Farts."

The next moment, a purple mist enveloped Yu Xiaogang's body.

His severed limbs began to regrow, and his shattered bones began to knit back together.

At this moment, Yu Xiaogang felt a power he had never known before.

As his limbs were restored to their original state, the once-triumphant Yu Xiaogang suddenly felt his most important lower parts vanishing.

In that instant, Yu Xiaogang shed tears of regret.

"This is all your fault; I will make you regret this completely."