At the sound of the Gu Raising System's words, the smile on Le Zhengyue's face suddenly vanished.
He sat up, puzzled, and stared at the system before him. As he read the words on the screen, disbelief filled his eyes.
"Wait, this Fart God inheritance really starts with sweeping toilets? Could it get any more ridiculous?"
"Can someone really sweep a toilet and end up becoming a god? What's the point of even playing, then?"
Disbelief filled Le Zhengyue's voice. Whose divine trial actually began with sweeping toilets?
Just as Le Zhengyue was puzzling over this, the God-Level Choice System activated again in his mind.
[Host has reached a critical stage. Yu Xiaogang has successfully activated the Fart God Trial. Please make a God-Level Choice.] [Choice One: Help Yu Xiaogang complete the Fart God's Six Trials and become the Fart God. Reward: 20% Dragon God Bloodline and the Dragon God inheritance ability, Dragon God Palm.] [Choice Two: Forcefully kill Yu Xiaogang and stop the Fart God Trial. Reward: the complete Fart God inheritance, a top-tier inheritance that can make you a Second-Level God.] [Choice Three: Take Yu Xiaogang as your master. Reward: ten years of solitude and a complete Soul Bone set.]
Le Zhengyue blinked as he looked at the three choices offered by the system.
His gaze lingered on the second and third choices, then he suddenly fell silent.
Neither killing Yu Xiaogang nor taking him as his master suited his current needs.
After all, Yu Xiaogang was useful.
Although he was toying with him, Yu Xiaogang's identity in his previous life as Tang San's master, as well as the Fart God inheritance he possessed in this life, were both of great use to Le Zhengyue.
If the man who had been Tang San's master really could become the so-called Fart God, then no matter how ridiculous that divine title sounded, he would still be a true Second-Level God.
With the combat strength of a Second-Level God, Le Zhengyue felt it was possible to crush the current Tang San—or even help Yu Xiaogang take revenge on him.
Whether Yu Xiaogang ultimately killed Tang San or reconciled with him and continued to take him as a disciple, he could still weaken Tang San considerably or make trouble for him. That was exactly what Le Zhengyue wanted to see.
After considering it for only a second, Le Zhengyue ultimately chose option one.
As soon as the God-Level Choice System confirmed his choice, Le Zhengyue felt his body tremble slightly. Then his body began to swell ever so subtly.
The Nine-Colored Dragon Bloodline within him grew stronger. A vast aura gathered around him, and his Soul Power Level surged straight from level 24 to level 29.
Feeling his Soul Power break through first, and especially as his Dragon God Bloodline reached 30%, Le Zhengyue was shocked to discover that the Soul Power in his body was gradually changing into a stranger kind of force.
It was no longer Soul Power, but a higher-level force. As Nine-Colored Dragon Power appeared, it gradually began to replace the Soul Power in his body.
Sensing this change, Le Zhengyue's eyes flickered.
Just then, someone gently knocked on the door, and Jiang Nannan's voice came from outside.
"May I come in? Le Zhengyue, there's something I want to ask you."
Curiosity colored Jiang Nannan's voice, but Le Zhengyue didn't mind.
When he said, "Come in," the door opened, and Jiang Nannan walked inside.
As soon as the girl entered, she quietly shut the door and even locked it. Then she looked at Le Zhengyue, puzzled.
"What's the deal with that Grandmaster from the First Continent? You seem completely unconcerned about him—or rather, it seems like you're deliberately humiliating him."
Jiang Nannan paused for a second, then looked at Le Zhengyue in confusion.
"And he seems like an idiot, too. Why does he want to sweep toilets? Is that some bizarre fetish? And why did you agree to let him sweep them?"
Hearing the confusion in Jiang Nannan's voice, Le Zhengyue gave her a helpless look and couldn't be bothered to answer.
"That's none of your concern. Go tell my older brother that Grandpa has found him a top-tier inheritance master. Then tell him to study Martial Soul Theory under that master."
Le Zhengyue waved Jiang Nannan away. He was still thinking about Yu Xiaogang's Fart God inheritance and had no mind to answer her questions.
Under Le Zhengyue's impatient gaze, Jiang Nannan gritted her teeth and fell silent for a moment. In the end, she turned and left.
Watching Jiang Nannan walk away, Le Zhengyue's eyes flickered.
The Fart God's divine trial had six trials in total. That seemed unreasonable, because a normal First-Level God inheritance appeared to have nine trials. He'd never heard of a case with only six.
Still, since he'd chosen to help Yu Xiaogang, he might as well see it through to the end.
There was no harm in helping him become the Fart God. After all, Yu Xiaogang currently had a favorable impression of him.
With that thought, Le Zhengyue stood up. He didn't go downstairs, but instead took out his soul communicator and called the family's steward.
The steward of the old residence was also the head steward of the entire Yue Family. His authority in the family was second only to his grandfather's; his word even carried more weight than those of the younger generation.
He'd grown up alongside Le Zheng'en, Le Zhengyue's grandfather, and had served as the family steward for decades. He was utterly loyal to the family, so Le Zhengyue spoke to him with great courtesy.
Normally, if someone suddenly told you to arrange for a man to sweep toilets and ensure that he always had the freshest toilets to clean, the old steward would surely refuse. He might even think that the young master of the Yue Family was acting the fool.
But when Le Zhengyue said it, the old steward fell silent for only a second before respectfully agreeing.
"Rest assured, Young Master Zhengyue. I'll see to your request."
"I'll let the others know and make the arrangements. From now on, every toilet in the Yue Family will be cleaned by the master named Yu Xiaogang. No one else will interfere."
There was some hesitation in the old steward's voice. But when he thought of Le Zhengyue's status and Le Zheng'en's instructions, he silently agreed.
Hearing the old steward accept, Le Zhengyue smiled and ended the call. His eyes began to flicker.
He wasn't interested in Yu Xiaogang's theoretical knowledge, which was why he'd pushed him onto his good-for-nothing older brother.
What he needed to do now was simple: hurry up and cultivate.
With the Dragon God Bloodline in his body reaching 30%, Le Zhengyue could clearly feel how different he was from before.
Whether it was the Soul Power in his body beginning to turn into Dragon Power or the increased strength and solidity of his Dragon God Martial Soul, the improvements were immense.
But the most important thing was the Dragon God Bloodline he had yet to obtain.
Although the God-Level Choice System granted Le Zhengyue Dragon God Bloodline, the fact that it had given him a lot at first didn't mean it would continue to give him a lot later.
Once the Dragon God Bloodline in Le Zhengyue's body reached a certain limit, the system would most likely bottleneck him. That was, after all, a standard system tactic.
Le Zhengyue was already thinking of other ways to deal with that.
These systems were his tools, not his masters. He had no interest in becoming a puppet controlled by a system.
What he wanted was to be his own master—to become a god, or even create the Divine Realm. That was what he was meant to do.
Of course, unlucky enough to live in this era of thirty thousand years, Le Zhengyue's greatest goal for now was to accomplish what he needed to, keep himself alive, and weaken the three main protagonists.
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