Back in his room, Yu Xiaogang glanced outside, then hurriedly turned around and locked the door.
His gaze fixed heavily on what lay outside.
After listening for a long while and making sure no one had followed him, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he sat on the bed, pulled the covers over his head, and secretly opened the latter part of the book. It was about the Fart God's inheritance.
At the thought of witnessing the way a god's inheritance worked, Yu Xiaogang felt a little excited.
After all, although he possessed the Fart God's inheritance, he still had no idea how to obtain it or how to truly become the Fart God.
Now that he could learn about this kind of inheritance, he felt strangely pleased.
As he flipped to the pages he had read before, he really did find a section about the Fart God's inheritance method. But when Yu Xiaogang saw what it said, his mouth fell open.
"Passing down the Fart God's inheritance by sweeping toilets? What kind of inheritance method is that? What god's inheritance requires someone to sweep toilets?"
Yu Xiaogang's voice was full of disbelief. He abruptly threw off the covers and stared hard at the passage.
Everything else in the book was correct, or at least matched what he knew and understood. So this reference was most likely true as well.
The Fart God's inheritance actually required finding toilets and sweeping a certain number of them before there was any chance of activating the Fart God's divine trials.
That was something Yu Xiaogang absolutely could not accept.
He was a Martial Soul master, a master of Martial Soul Theory, and a renowned theoretician on the First Continent. How could he possibly bring himself to sweep toilets?
But when he read that the Fart God was the strongest Second-Level God, even capable of standing shoulder to shoulder with a First-Level God, Yu Xiaogang hesitated.
"Little Scumbag eventually became the Asura God, but wasn't his first divine position the Sea God's? And the Sea God was a First-Level God, too, wasn't he?"
"If this Fart God really has a Second-Level God's inheritance, maybe I can ascend to the Divine Realm as well."
"Even if the Divine Realm doesn't exist, with a Second-Level God's inheritance, I could still rule this world."
As he spoke, Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth.
He couldn't accept sweeping toilets, but if he truly could become the Fart God, his strength would surpass everyone's wildest expectations.
Others might not know, but he did. Qian Daoliu was, at best, only a Second-Level God. If the Fart God truly possessed power comparable to a First-Level God, Yu Xiaogang could absolutely crush Qian Daoliu.
At the thought of becoming a Second-Level God before everyone else became gods, Yu Xiaogang's face lit with excitement.
In his previous life, he hadn't figured things out and had wasted his life with Liu Erlong. But in this life, if he could truly be with Bibi Dong—or become a god—he could stay with her forever.
At the thought, Yu Xiaogang drew a deep breath.
He wanted to get up and go straight to Le Zhengyue, but when he looked at the sky outside, he fell silent and sat back down.
He didn't sleep a wink that night. He spent the whole time thinking about his reputation and sweeping toilets.
But compared with his ridiculous reputation, becoming a god mattered more. It had always been his dream, so he could accept sweeping toilets.
The next morning, at the breakfast table, Le Zhengyue's expression didn't change at all when he saw Yu Xiaogang's dark circles.
He ate quietly, watching the Martial Soul master with keen interest.
"Master Yu, it seems you're not used to the beds here at the Yue Family? Do you have any special requirements? We'll do our best to accommodate you."
Le Zhengyue wore a warm smile, but a sly glint danced in his eyes.
Yu Xiaogang had definitely spent all night weighing his reputation against becoming the Fart God.
But Le Zhengyue already knew the answer without even thinking.
There was no need to ask how badly Yu Xiaogang wanted a divine position. After all, his greatest goal was to become a god.
Now that he possessed the Fart God's inheritance and knew how to pass it on, how could he not be tempted?
Of course, Le Zhengyue himself had no idea whether the Fart God's inheritance method was real. He had completely made it up, but it wasn't entirely impossible.
After all, the Fart God was the Fart God. He was bound to have something to do with toilets and the like. So, true or not, it couldn't exactly be called a lie.
Meeting Le Zhengyue's gaze, Yu Xiaogang's expression grew complicated to the extreme.
He wanted to bring up the toilet-sweeping, but he was also afraid of ruining his reputation.
Yet when he met Le Zhengyue's courteous gaze, he gritted his teeth and finally spoke.
"Um, little Le, there's something I'd like to ask you to help this old man with. Back on the First Continent, I've always had a special hobby."
Yu Xiaogang paused. A flush of shame colored his face.
When he'd had Tang San absorb the Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo, he hadn't felt this ashamed. But facing the young man now, he truly found it hard to say the words.
Yet at the thought of the Fart God's inheritance, power comparable to a First-Level God, and bringing Bibi Dong home as his bride, he gritted his teeth and continued.
"I... My favorite thing over the years has been sweeping toilets."
"I wonder if you'd be willing to accommodate me—or let me keep doing it here at the Yue Family?"
"Of course, it won't interfere with teaching your older brother. I'll make sure to train him properly."
At this, Yu Xiaogang looked at Le Zhengyue. The boy blinked but said nothing, so Yu Xiaogang paused before continuing.
"You should know about me. My Martial Soul may be weak, but I have a deep understanding of the Angel Martial Soul."
Yu Xiaogang didn't mention his relationship with Bibi Dong, but his meaning was already clear.
And he was sure the Yue Family had investigated him before hiring him. There was no way the influential people of the Third Continent could have missed his relationship with Bibi Dong.
Sure enough, meeting his gaze, Le Zhengyue nodded calmly.
"I can't say I approve of Master's hobby, but if you really want to do it, then of course you can."
"There aren't many toilets at the Yue Family, but you may clean the ones used by the servants."
As he spoke, Le Zhengyue rose and smiled, then gestured toward the breakfast.
"I've already asked my grandfather to notify my older brother. He'll come over to receive your instruction. We'll schedule the lessons for after four every afternoon."
After finishing, Le Zhengyue winked at Yu Xiaogang and turned to leave.
Watching Le Zhengyue walk away, Yu Xiaogang drew a deep breath.
Although he'd thoroughly humiliated himself, if he could truly receive the inheritance, it would be worth it.
"As long as I inherit the Fart God's power and become a god, I'll be the strongest person on this continent. This will be nothing more than a small part of the road I took to get there."
Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth as he spoke, then sat in silence and began devouring his breakfast.
Nearby, Jiang Nannan blinked as she looked at the two men whose behavior couldn't have been more different. Confusion and curiosity filled her eyes.
After thinking it over, she decided not to linger. She turned and headed back to her room, intending to ask Le Zhengyue what was going on.
Meanwhile, in his room, Le Zhengyue lay on the bed, laughing so hard he was practically doubled over.
But just as he was laughing his heart out, the voice of the Yanggu System suddenly rang in his mind:
"Detected that Yu Xiaogang has successfully grasped the true meaning of the Fart God's inheritance. Fart God 6th Trial initiated."
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