Tang San: This Theory is So Right!

An hour and a half later.

Xiao Wu returned to the dormitory carrying a full set of soft bedding, humming happily to herself as she hopped and skipped about, looking for all the world like a little pink rabbit.

Looking around the room, she asked, "Hey, where did Xia Yan go?"

Ever since she learned that Xia Yan also possessed Innate Full Soul Power and had already obtained his first soul ring, she felt a sense of closeness between them.

It made her feel less like an outlier.

She felt much more at ease.

A student preparing to go wash his clothes shook his head: "I don't know. He went out right after making his bed."

"Alright then."

Xiao Wu carefully wiped down her own bed, moved it right next to Xia Yan's, and laid out her bedding.

Finally, she threw herself onto the bed and rolled around.

"Haha, so soft, so soft..."

At night, when Xia Yan returned to the dormitory, Wang Sheng immediately rushed over, calling out "Brother Yan" one after another with particular affection.

Wang Sheng had returned earlier than Xia Yan, and when he did, his legs were trembling and his face was pale, as if he had been terrified.

He wouldn't say a word when others asked him.

The others could only guess that he had likely been beaten into submission by Xia Yan.

This completely solidified Xia Yan's strength; if even Wang Sheng had been beaten into submission, how could it be fake?

Everyone followed suit and changed their tune to call him Brother Yan.

It wasn't until late at night that Tang San returned. Most people were already asleep, and those who were awake kept their distance from him after the day's conflicts.

Tang San also knew he was being ostracized, so he didn't try to talk to anyone.

He laid out the bedding Yu Xiaogang had given him.

Then, he simply lay down on the bed.

Feeling the warmth of the brand-new bedding, he became even more convinced that his teacher could not be wrong!

He cared for him so much, was so knowledgeable, and had even paid the compensation for the door he had broken.

What else was there to doubt?

In the future, his teacher would surely be able to help him stand at the pinnacle of the continent!

The next morning.

Tang San left early, and following Yu Xiaogang's instructions, bought over twenty pounds of radishes before they headed toward the Soul Hunting Forest together.

Soul Hunting Forest.

"Hmph, mere Nether Wolves. Fart like thunder, earth-shattering Luo Sanpao!"

"Pfft-BOOM!"

The entire forest seemed to tremble.

After the deafening blast, dozens of Nether Wolves lay on the ground, eyes rolling back and twitching, white foam bubbling from their mouths. Leaves rained down from the trees.

They were almost completely buried by the foliage.

A moment later.

Everything returned to silence.

"..."

Beside Yu Xiaogang, Tang San, who was wearing a white mask, stood frozen in place with his mouth agape. Even without using his Purple Demon Eye, he could clearly see the turbid, yellow cloud of gas that had exploded outward.

It even seemed to carry a certain warmth...

Those wolves had been... knocked unconscious by the stench.

His teacher's soul skill was... farting?!

In Tang San's heart, the once-great image of Yu Xiaogang suddenly developed a crack. If he had previously been a stoic statue, he was now a stoic statue that could fart.

Yu Xiaogang took off his mask and stared coldly at the fallen pack of Nether Wolves.

"They didn't even have a hundred years of cultivation, yet they dared to come here and seek death."

He turned his head to look at Tang San: "It's alright, San. We are upwind, so we won't be affected."

Tang San immediately reacted, changed his expression, and took off his mask:

"So these are Nether Wolves, haha... they were quite scary..."

However, the trace of absurdity, astonishment, and the disgust of someone afraid of being fumigated in his eyes were all seen clearly by Yu Xiaogang.

Because that kind of look, Yu Xiaogang was all too familiar with this look; everyone who had ever seen him release a soul skill wore the exact same expression!

But to prove he was no waste, to prove his theories, he could only pretend not to see it.

Yu Xiaogang forced a strained, unsightly smile: "Yes, they were Nether Wolves."

To regain his dignity, he shifted the topic to Tang San's Blue Silver Grass:

"Little San, do you know what kind of soul ring is most suitable for you?"

Luo Sanpao trotted happily around Yu Xiaogang and Tang San, while Tang San's gaze could no longer tear itself away from Luo Sanpao's rear.

He activated his Purple Demon Eye, carefully observing the details beneath that short, stubby tail.

He could not understand

how such a tiny place could eject such a dense and massive amount of foul odor, or how it could even withstand it.

"Little San..."

No wonder he made me buy white radishes, Tang San thought, so white radishes are better for flatulence...

If that cloud of stench drifts away, will it knock out soul beasts in other areas?

"Little San..."

Or perhaps it could even knock out people...

"Little San!"

"Ah!"

Tang San snapped back to reality, only to realize he had been staring at Luo Sanpao's rear the entire time, and his teacher's expression was extremely displeased.

He hurriedly admitted his fault:

"Teacher, I was just thinking that those Nether Wolves didn't release soul rings because you were merciful and spared their lives."

"I always thought you were strict, but today I realized you are actually so kind-hearted!"

But to Yu Xiaogang, these words sounded incredibly grating, even mocking—

mocking his martial soul for only being able to fart, mocking his weak strength.

He knew Tang San's words were just an excuse; he had clearly been staring at Luo Sanpao's rear, surely thinking about the farting incident.

He hadn't spared the Nether Wolves out of kindness; it was entirely because the Blast Fart of Luo Sanpao was his first soul skill, which had low power and the lowest consumption.

His remaining soul skill consumed too much energy.

If he exhausted his soul power, he wouldn't even have a chance to escape if they encountered danger in the Soul Hunting Forest.

However, Yu Xiaogang couldn't lash out; after all, he was counting on this good disciple to prove he wasn't a waste.

He could only pretend nothing had happened and continue:

"Little San, do you know what kind of soul ring is most suitable for you?"

Tang San immediately shook his head: "Teacher, I do not know."

"It is poison."

"Poison?"

Yu Xiaogang nodded affirmatively: "That's right, poison. Deadly poison."

"Blue Silver Grass is inherently a weak martial soul with a very low ceiling for normal cultivation, but using poison is different. Think about it: if the Blue Silver Grass were covered in deadly poison—the leaves poisonous, the vines poisonous, the flowers poisonous, even the scent of the flowers poisonous—then the enemy would be facing an overwhelming sea of toxic Blue Silver Grass. They would be unable to breathe, unable to touch it, and unable to dodge it. Pair that with your hammer martial soul—one for control, one for attack, one for defense, one for support—the two working in tandem, and no one will be your match!"

Yu Xiaogang's voice was impassioned; he had finally returned to his familiar territory, and his back finally straightened once more.

"That is absolutely correct, Teacher!"

Tang San's face flushed with excitement as he listened. He truly was the teacher he had chosen; in terms of theory, he was indeed invincible!

As a disciple of the Tang Sect, he already had a special fondness for poison, and now, being able to imbue his Blue Silver Grass with deadly toxins—

he couldn't find a single flaw in this theory!

It was simply perfect!

Thinking back to how he had doubted his teacher just because his martial soul could fart, his face filled with shame.

Tang San, how could you doubt your own teacher? You have no manners!

The great statue of Yu Xiaogang in his heart, which had been tainted by the smell of farts, once again became towering and majestic.

"Teacher, then what kind of poisonous soul beast should I absorb a soul ring from?"

Yu Xiaogang stood with his hands behind his back:

"There aren't many highly poisonous soul beasts in the Soul Hunting Forest. I checked the map before we came; if we continue forward for another day, we will reach the territory where the Black-Bellied Spear Snake appears."

"It is one of the few highly poisonous snakes in the Soul Hunting Forest, and it is very suitable for Blue Silver Grass."

In truth, if they continued deeper, they could find even more poisonous soul beasts.

But that would also mean encountering more powerful soul beasts, perhaps even six or seven hundred years old.

Tang San would be unable to absorb them, and he would be unable to defeat them.

So, they would not go any further.