Yu Xiaogang's Third Fart (Soul Skill)

The soul ring rewarded by the system allowed for the selection of the soul beast species.

Li Ping'an naturally chose the extremely rare Nine-Heart Begonia.

The Nine-Heart Begonia was the inherited martial soul of the Ye Clan in the Heaven Dou Empire and the top-tier healing-type support martial soul on the continent.

Since such a martial soul existed, there were naturally corresponding soul beasts, though they were incredibly difficult to find.

As a plant-type soul beast, the Nine-Heart Begonia possessed immense vitality, perfectly compensating for the poor aptitude of Li Ping'an's Blue Silver Grass martial soul.

He could have absorbed a Blue Silver Grass soul ring to compensate, but a few-hundred-year-old Blue Silver Grass soul beast was still lacking.

It would only be worth it to obtain a Blue Silver King soul ring once he was capable of absorbing a ten-thousand-year soul ring.

I wonder what kind of soul skill I will gain after absorbing this ring? Li Ping'an felt a sense of anticipation.

However, he also knew that the soul skill would most likely be related to healing.

"Li Ping'an, are you done cultivating? Hey, what is this?"

Xiao Wu pounced over, looking curiously at the bead in Li Ping'an's hand.

"It's nothing, just an ordinary bead!"

Li Ping'an gave a perfunctory reply and put it away, intending to find a place to hide and absorb it.

He used the Wither-Flourish Art to conceal his true strength, not wanting others to know he had already broken through to level ten.

Even Xiao Wu did not know his current specific soul power.

"Hmph, I was just looking, stingy!"

Xiao Wu pouted and burrowed into the quilt, preparing to sleep.

Even though she clearly had the money to buy her own quilt, she still occupied Li Ping'an's bed and refused to leave.

Li Ping'an was used to this hooligan rabbit sharing his bed, so he didn't pursue the matter.

Upstairs, in the faculty dormitory, Yu Xiaogang's room.

His face was flushed, whether from the satisfaction of completing a mission or the thrill of cross-dressing today, it was hard to say.

"It is a pity that my appearance is plain; otherwise, why would I need to wear a veil while dancing with a sword?"

"In the small Nuoding City, who does not know the name Tang Xiaoyu?"

Yu Xiaogang was very satisfied. He reached out and summoned a pink bead.

"Is this the treasure condensed from a thousand-year soul ring? The system is truly powerful to be able to store soul rings!"

One must know that a soul ring dissipates and returns to the world one hour after a soul beast dies.

But the soul ring in his hand could be stored indefinitely; he could absorb it whenever he wished.

"I can finally break through to level thirty and become a Soul Elder."

"This Pink Lady soul ring is the most suitable one for me!" Yu Xiaogang thought to himself.

He had the heritage of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, but this time, he did not want to cultivate according to the family traditions.

He felt that if he followed the family traditions, his third soul skill might end up being a fart again.

He chose the Pink Lady soul ring because he wanted a soul skill that could buff his state.

The toxins of the Pink Matriarch could induce a state of excitement.

"I now have the Evil-Warding Sword Manual and the self-created soul skill, the Evil-Warding Sword Technique. Instead of letting Luo Sanpao attack, it would be better to have Luo Sanpao support me!"

"Luo Sanpao, come out!"

Yu Xiaogang summoned Luo Sanpao and began to absorb the soul ring.

This soul ring was the highest age limit Yu Xiaogang had selected according to his own theories.

"The limit for a third soul ring is 1,760 years; Luo Sanpao should have no problem absorbing this!"

Yu Xiaogang's method of absorbing soul rings was a bit different from others.

Because his martial soul was an external entity, it was primarily Luo Sanpao, not him, who bore the pressure of the soul ring.

However, if Luo Sanpao could not hold on, the damage would still be reflected back onto him.

If Luo Sanpao were to be blown apart by the soul ring, Yu Xiaogang would not fare well either—he would either die or be crippled!

"Luo Sanpao, I'm counting on you. I believe you can do it!" Yu Xiaogang handed the soul ring to Luo Sanpao.

Luo Sanpao, sharing a telepathic connection with Yu Xiaogang, immediately swallowed the bead.

The next moment, the sound of a pig being slaughtered erupted in Yu Xiaogang's room.

With Yu Xiaogang's foundation, how could he withstand a 1,760-year soul ring?

Luo Sanpao's already bloated body began to swell up from the immense energy.

And standing to the side, Yu Xiaogang was in the same state as Luo Sanpao; his entire body expanded by a circle, as if he were about to explode at any moment.

"Oh no, could there be a problem with my theory?" Yu Xiaogang was incredibly anxious.

He had no way of knowing that the age of the spirit ring a spirit master could absorb depended primarily on the foundation of the spirit master themselves.

Physical fitness, spirit quality, and mental strength all influenced a spirit master's capacity to endure.

The next day, at noon.

Tang San knocked on the door of Yu Xiaogang, but received no response.

Is Grandmaster not here?

Tang San frowned and pushed the door open, only to find a blood-stained figure lying motionless on the floor.

"Grandmaster? Grandmaster, what happened to you?"

Tang San was startled. Although the actions of Grandmaster over the past few days had made him feel ashamed and embarrassed, he did not want to see Grandmaster die just like that.

He stepped forward to examine him and breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing that Grandmaster's chest was still rising and falling.

Before long, Yu Xiaogang slowly regained consciousness. The moment he opened his eyes, he saw the concerned face of Tang San.

Tang San is truly a filial child! Yu Xiaogang thought to himself.

"Grandmaster, you're awake. How did you end up like this? Are you alright?" Tang San asked with concern.

Yu Xiaogang shook his head and said, "Tang San, do not worry. Grandmaster is doing just fine!"

Last night, he had nearly been torn apart while absorbing the spirit ring.

Fortunately, although his foundation was lacking, the essence of his Luo Sanpao spirit was exceptionally high, which had saved his life and allowed him to successfully absorb the ring.

After the absorption, his condition had also recovered.

Yu Xiaogang looked at the sticky blood scabs on his body and felt extremely uncomfortable, so he said, "Tang San, you should head out first. Grandmaster needs to wash up!"

In the past, he would not have cared about his current state.

But ever since he began practicing the Evil-Warding Sword Manual, Yu Xiaogang had become increasingly obsessed with cleanliness, even more so than a real woman.

He was not even aware of this himself; such was the magical influence of the Evil-Warding Sword Manual.

What on earth could have happened to Grandmaster?

Tang San could not fathom the reason. He stood up and exited the room.

After a while, Grandmaster emerged, dressed in a bright red robe.

His face was once again adorned with a beard, he had applied powder, and his hair and eyebrows looked meticulously groomed.

"Tang San, what did you come to see me for?" Yu Xiaogang asked in a soft voice.

Tang San shivered at the gentle tone of Yu Xiaogang and quickly stated his purpose: he wanted to spar with Grandmaster.

If he did not know about the preferences of Yu Xiaogang, Tang San would have simply viewed this as the care of a mentor.

But ever since learning of the preferences of Yu Xiaogang, Tang San found his concern to be somewhat nauseating.

"Very well, let us head to the back mountain now. Grandmaster will accompany you for a proper spirit duel!"

Having now absorbed his third spirit ring, he was eager to test the power of his third spirit skill.

This was a thousand-year spirit ring skill, after all; its power was incomparable to that of a hundred-year spirit skill!

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