Three hours later,
Xiao Wu returned to the dorm carrying a full set of soft bedding. Humming happily, she skipped around like a little pink rabbit.
After looking around, she asked, "Hey, where did Xia Yan go?"
Ever since learning that Xia Yan also had Innate Full Soul Power and had obtained his first Soul Ring, she felt that they had grown closer.
That made her seem a little less unique.
And let her feel more at ease.
A student who was about to go wash clothes shook his head. "No idea. He left after making his bed."
"Fine."
Xiao Wu then carefully wiped down her own bed, moved it beside Xia Yan's, and spread out her bedding.
Finally, she threw herself onto the bed and rolled around.
"Haha, so soft, so soft..."
That night, Xia Yan returned to the dorm, and Wang Sheng immediately rushed over. Calling him Brother Yan again and again, he sounded especially affectionate.
Wang Sheng had returned earlier than Xia Yan. His legs had been trembling when he came back, and his face was pale, as though he had been frightened badly.
When others asked him about it, he refused to say anything.
Everyone could only guess that Xia Yan had probably beaten him into submission.
This completely confirmed Xia Yan's strength. Even Wang Sheng had been beaten into submission—how could that be fake?
They all started calling him Brother Yan.
Tang San did not return until late at night. Most people were already asleep, and those still awake kept their distance from him after the daytime conflict.
Tang San knew he had been isolated, so he did not try to speak with anyone.
He spread out the bedding Yu Xiaogang had given him.
Then lay down directly on the bed.
Feeling the warmth of the brand-new bedding, he became even more certain that his teacher could not be wrong!
His teacher cared so much about him, knew so much, and had even paid for the damaged door.
What was there to doubt?
In the future, his teacher would surely let him stand among the continent's strongest!
The next morning,
Tang San left early. Following Yu Xiaogang's instructions, he bought more than twenty jin of radishes before they headed together toward the Soul Hunting Forest.
Soul Hunting Forest.
"Hmph! Mere Nether Wolves, farts like thunder—Luo Sanpao, Blast Fart!"
Pff-boom!
The entire forest seemed to tremble.
After the deafening blast, dozens of Nether Wolves lay on the ground, rolling their eyes and twitching. White foam continuously spilled from their mouths while leaves rustled down from the trees.
They nearly buried half the Nether Wolves.
A moment later,
Everything returned to silence.
"..."
Beside Yu Xiaogang, Tang San stood frozen behind a white mask, his mouth hanging open. Even without using the Purple Demon Eye, he could clearly see that filthy yellow cloud that had exploded outward.
It even seemed to carry a certain warmth...
Those wolves had... been knocked out by the stench.
His teacher's soul skill was... farting?!
The grand image Yu Xiaogang had held in Tang San's heart suddenly developed a crack. If he had previously been an upright statue,
then now he was an upright statue that farted.
Yu Xiaogang removed his mask and snorted as he stared at the fallen pack of Nether Wolves.
"Not even a hundred years old, yet you dared come here to seek death."
He then turned to Tang San. "Little Three, it's fine. We're upwind, so we won't be affected."
Tang San immediately reacted. Changing his expression, he took off his mask and said,
"So those are Nether Wolves, haha... They were kind of scary..."
However, the trace of absurdity, shock, and disgust at the thought of being fumigated in his eyes was all seen clearly by Yu Xiaogang.
Because he was far too familiar with that look.
Everyone who had seen him use his soul skill had looked at him that way!
But in order to prove that he was not useless, in order to prove his theory,
he could only pretend not to notice.
Yu Xiaogang could only force out an awkward smile. "Yes, they are Nether Wolves."
To recover his dignity,
he shifted the topic to Tang San's Blue Silver Grass.
"Little Three, do you know what kind of Soul Ring suits you best?"
Luo Sanpao happily circled around Yu Xiaogang and Tang San.
Yet Tang San's gaze could no longer move away from Luo Sanpao's backside.
He used the Purple Demon Eye and carefully observed the detail beneath that tiny tail.
He did not understand.
How could such a small place spray out so much dense, pungent gas?
How could it possibly endure that?
"Little Three..."
No wonder he had me buy white radishes. White radishes really did help with passing gas...
When that cloud drifted away, could it knock out soul beasts elsewhere?
"Little Three..."
It might even knock out people...
"Little Three!"
"Ah!"
Tang San suddenly snapped back to his senses. Only then did he realize that he had been staring at Luo Sanpao's backside the entire time.
And his teacher's expression was extremely displeased.
He hurriedly apologized.
"Teacher, I was just thinking that those Nether Wolves did not produce Soul Rings because you were merciful and spared their lives."
"I always thought you were very stern, but today I discovered that you are actually so kindhearted!"
But those words sounded extremely grating to Yu Xiaogang.
They even sounded like mockery.
Mocking him because his martial soul could only fart, mocking him for being weak.
He knew Tang San was making excuses. In truth, he had been staring at Luo Sanpao's backside the whole time and must have been thinking about that fart just now.
He had not spared the Nether Wolves out of kindness either. It was entirely because Luo Sanpao's Blast Fart was his first soul skill, with low power and the lowest consumption.
His remaining soul skill consumed far more.
If he exhausted all his Soul Power, then if danger arose in the Soul Hunting Forest, he would not even have a chance to run away.
But Yu Xiaogang could not lose his temper. After all, he was counting on this good disciple to prove that he was not useless.
So he could only pretend nothing had happened and continue.
"Little Three, do you know what kind of Soul Ring suits you best?"
Tang San immediately shook his head. "Teacher, I don't know."
"Poison."
"Poison?"
Yu Xiaogang nodded firmly. "That's right. Poison—Deadly Poison."
"Blue Silver Grass is already a weak martial soul, and its normal cultivation limit is very low. But poison is different. Think about it: if Blue Silver Grass were covered in Deadly Poison, its leaves poisonous, its vines poisonous, its flowers poisonous, even its fragrance poisonous, then what your enemy would face would be overwhelming Blue Silver Grass filled with Deadly Poison. He would be unable to breathe, unable to touch it, unable to escape it. Add your hammer martial soul to that—one controlling, one attacking, one defending, one guarding, the two working together—
"No one would be your match!"
Yu Xiaogang spoke passionately. At last, he had returned to a field he knew well, and his back finally straightened again.
"That's absolutely right, Teacher!"
Tang San's face was filled with excitement as he listened. As expected of the teacher he had chosen—the man truly was invincible when it came to theory!
As a disciple of the Tang Sect, he had always been especially fond of poison. Now, he could even imbue Blue Silver Grass with Deadly Poison.
He could not find a single flaw in this theory!
It was simply perfect!
At the thought that he had actually doubted his teacher earlier merely because his teacher's martial soul could fart,
his face flushed with shame.
Tang San, how could you doubt your own teacher? How ill-mannered!
The great statue of Yu Xiaogang in his heart lost its fart smell and became majestic once more.
"Teacher, then what poisonous soul beast's poison Soul Ring should I absorb?"
Yu Xiaogang stood with his hands behind his back.
"There are not many soul beasts with Deadly Poison in the Soul Hunting Forest. Before coming here, I checked the map. If we travel another day, we'll reach the area where Black-Bellied Spear Snakes appear."
"They are among the few highly venomous snakes in the Soul Hunting Forest, and they are well suited to Blue Silver Grass."
In truth, if they continued deeper, they could find even more poisonous soul beasts.
But that would also mean encountering stronger soul beasts, perhaps even ones six or seven hundred years old.
Tang San could not absorb them, and Yu Xiaogang could not defeat them.
So they would not go any farther.
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