Le Zhengyue's Prank, Fart God's Assessment Method!

Returning to his room, Yu Xiaogang glanced outside before hurriedly turning to lock the door.

His gaze was heavy as he stared at the exterior.

After listening for a long time and confirming that no one had followed him, he finally let out a sigh of relief.

He then sat on the bed, pulled the quilt over his head, and secretly opened the latter part of the book—the section concerning the inheritance of the Fart God.

At the mere thought of witnessing the method for inheriting a godhood, Yu Xiaogang felt a surge of excitement.

After all, although he possessed the Fart God inheritance, he had no idea how to actually obtain it or how to truly become the Fart God.

Being able to see such a method now filled him with an inexplicable joy.

As he flipped to the page he had previously skimmed, the book truly revealed the method for the Fart God inheritance, though upon reading it, Yu Xiaogang's mouth hung slightly agape.

"Inheriting the Fart God's legacy by cleaning toilets? What kind of inheritance method is this? Which god requires one to clean toilets to inherit their power?"

Yu Xiaogang's tone was filled with disbelief; he threw off the quilt and stared fixedly at the passage.

Every other piece of content had been correct, or at least aligned with what he knew and understood, so it was highly probable that this reference was also true.

The Fart God's inheritance actually required finding toilets and cleaning a certain amount of them before the Fart God's divine trial could even be triggered.

This was something Yu Xiaogang absolutely could not accept.

He was a Martial Soul master, a master of Martial Soul theory, a renowned theoretical expert on the First Continent—how could he possibly accept being made to clean toilets?

However, looking at the text stating that the Fart God was the strongest Tier 2 god, capable of rivaling even Tier 1 gods, Yu Xiaogang hesitated.

"Although Tang San later became the Asura, wasn't his initial divine position the Sea God? And isn't the Sea God a Tier 1 god?"

"If this Fart God truly offers a Tier 2 god's inheritance, perhaps I could follow him to the God Realm."

"Even if the God Realm doesn't exist, possessing the inheritance of a Tier 2 god would allow me to dominate this world."

Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth as he spoke.

Being forced to clean toilets was unacceptable, but if he could truly become the Fart God, his strength would far exceed everyone's imagination.

Others might not know, but he certainly did: Qian Daoliu was at most a Tier 2 god. If his Fart God form truly possessed combat power comparable to a Tier 1 god, he could absolutely crush Qian Daoliu.

The thought of becoming a Tier 2 god before everyone else ascended made Yu Xiaogang's face flush with excitement.

He hadn't figured things out in his past life, wasting his years with Liu Erlong, but if he could truly be with Bibi Dong in this life—or rather, if he could truly become a god—he would be able to stay with Bibi Dong forever.

Thinking of this, Yu Xiaogang took a deep, steadying breath.

He wanted to stand up and go find Le Zhengyue immediately, but seeing the sky outside, he sat back down in silence.

He didn't sleep a wink that night, his mind entirely occupied by the conflict between his reputation and the task of cleaning toilets.

Yet, when compared to his ridiculous pride, godhood was his lifelong dream; therefore, cleaning toilets was something he could eventually accept.

The next morning, at the breakfast table, Le Zhengyue's expression remained unchanged as he looked at the dark circles under Yu Xiaogang's eyes.

He ate his meal quietly, watching the "Martial Soul master" with great interest.

"Master Yu, it seems you aren't accustomed to the beds here at the Yue Family? Does the Master have any special requirements? We will do our best to satisfy you."

Le Zhengyue wore a gentle smile, but his eyes held a hint of cunning.

Yu Xiaogang had certainly spent the whole night debating whether his reputation or becoming the Fart God was more important.

But without needing to guess, Le Zhengyue already knew the result.

There was no need to ask how much the man craved a divine position; after all, his greatest goal was to become a god.

Now that he possessed the Fart God's inheritance and knew the method, how could he not be tempted?

Of course, Le Zhengyue had no idea if this inheritance method was real or fake—he had completely made it up—but it wasn't entirely impossible.

After all, the Fart God was the Fart God; it surely had to be related to things like toilets, so whether true or false, he wasn't exactly lying to the man.

Meeting Le Zhengyue's gaze, Yu Xiaogang's expression was complex to the extreme.

He wanted to bring up the toilet cleaning, but he feared the destruction of his reputation.

However, facing Le Zhengyue's humble gaze, he gritted his teeth and finally spoke:

"Little Le, I wonder if you could do this old man a favor. Back on the First Continent, I always had a rather... peculiar hobby."

Yu Xiaogang paused here, a flush of shame appearing on his face.

He hadn't felt this ashamed even when he had Tang San absorb a ten-year Lone Bamboo, but facing the youth's gaze now, he truly found it difficult to speak.

Yet, thinking of the Fart God's inheritance, the combat power comparable to a Tier 1 god, and marrying Bibi Dong, he gritted his teeth and continued:

"Old man... I have found that my favorite thing to do over the years is cleaning toilets."

"I wonder if you could accommodate me, or rather, allow me to continue doing this here at the Yue Family?"

"Of course, it won't interfere with the tutoring of your brother. I will certainly cultivate your brother with the utmost care."

Yu Xiaogang looked at Le Zhengyue as he spoke, and seeing the youth blink without saying a word, he paused before adding:

"You should know about my background. Although my own Martial Soul is relatively weak, I possess profound insights regarding the Angel Martial Soul."

Yu Xiaogang didn't mention his history with Bibi Dong, but his implication was already crystal clear.

He also believed that the Yue Family must have investigated him before deciding to use him; his relationship with Bibi Dong could never be hidden from the interested parties on the Third Continent.

Sure enough, meeting his gaze, Le Zhengyue nodded calmly:

"I cannot agree with the Master's peculiar hobby, but since the Master desires it, it is naturally permissible."

"Our Yue Family does not have many restrooms, but all those designated for the servants are available for the Master to clean."

Le Zhengyue stood up with a smile as he spoke, then pointed toward the breakfast on the table:

"I have already had my grandfather notify my older brother. He will come over to receive the Master's instruction, and we shall schedule these sessions for after four o'clock every afternoon."

After finishing his sentence, Le Zhengyue winked at Yu Xiaogang and turned to leave.

Watching Le Zhengyue walk away, Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath.

Although he had embarrassed himself to the point of no return this time, it would be worth it if he could truly receive the inheritance.

As long as I can inherit the Fart God's legacy and become a god, I will be the strongest person on this continent. This will not be an issue; it is merely a stepping stone on my path.

Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth, sat there in silence, and began to devour his breakfast like a whirlwind.

Beside him, Jiang Nannan blinked, watching the two men whose demeanors were worlds apart. Her eyes held confusion, mixed with a sense of curiosity.

After a moment of thought, she decided not to linger, turning instead to head back to her room, intending to find Le Zhengyue and get to the bottom of this.

Meanwhile, back in his room, Le Zhengyue was lying on his bed, laughing so hard he was practically doubling over.

However, just as he was enjoying his laughter, the voice of the Yanggu System suddenly rang out in his mind:

"Detection confirmed: Yu Xiaogang has successfully grasped the true essence of the Fart God's inheritance. Fart God 6th Trial initiated."