Farting Like Mating, Burning Passion Induces Desire Luo Sanpao

Notting Academy, back mountain.

Two people and one pig stood still in the forest; they were the master and disciple Yu Xiaogang and Tang San, along with Yu Xiaogang's martial soul, Luo Sanpao.

"Teacher, you've broken through?" Tang San asked in shock.

He saw that at this moment, Luo Sanpao's purple skin actually carried a hint of pink luster.

That luster looked like a crystal shell, somewhat resembling a scorpion's carapace.

The purple fat pig had turned into a pink-tinted fat pig, looking positively greasy.

Beneath Luo Sanpao's feet, two yellow and one purple soul rings pulsed rhythmically, emitting a pressure far exceeding what it had before.

Tang San was both nervous and expectant.

Having studied martial soul theory, he knew that the power of a thousand-year soul skill and a hundred-year soul skill were worlds apart, which made him somewhat anxious.

However, Tang San was also looking forward to witnessing the strength of a Soul Elder.

"If I hadn't broken through, how could I act as your sparring partner, Teacher?"

Yu Xiaogang was beaming, full of high spirits.

If he had broken through relying on Tang San's immortal herbs, he probably wouldn't be this happy, as that would have been relying on external forces.

But now, he had succeeded in breaking through the bottleneck that had plagued him for nearly thirty years through his own efforts.

I wonder when the system will trigger another mission! Yu Xiaogang thought, filled with anticipation.

Yu Xiaogang reminded him: "Little San, my strength has greatly increased, you must be careful!"

"Make your move, Little San!"

Tang San's expression turned solemn, and he immediately activated the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to charge toward Yu Xiaogang.

He knew that all of Yu Xiaogang's strength lay in Luo Sanpao.

To capture the bandits, one must first capture their leader; if he could take down Yu Xiaogang first, he might just win this spar.

Yu Xiaogang smiled slightly and chanted: "Fart like thunder, shake the heavens and shatter the earth, Luo Sanpao."

The first soul ring beneath Luo Sanpao's feet lit up, using this area-of-effect soul skill as a defensive one.

Seeing this, Tang San had no choice but to use his footwork to retreat, moving with such extreme speed that an afterimage seemed to remain in his place.

Luo Sanpao can only use its soul skill three times a day; I wonder if that has changed now!

Tang San still harbored the intention of wearing Yu Xiaogang down; once Luo Sanpao's soul power was exhausted, that would be his chance.

But the next moment, he witnessed a shocking scene.

The physically frail Yu Xiaogang seized the gap while Tang San was dodging, right when his old momentum had faded and his new force had yet to arise.

He erupted with astonishing speed, and with the enhancement of his Soul Elder soul power, he was not inferior to Tang San's own Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track.

"Oh no!" Tang San's eyes widened as he watched Yu Xiaogang close in rapidly.

He saw Yu Xiaogang holding an embroidery needle, pointing it toward the center of his brow.

This is... a hidden weapon? Tang San's pupils constricted as he recognized Yu Xiaogang's method.

How does Teacher know hidden weapons, and I have never seen this technique of his before! Tang San thought.

However, he could also see that while Yu Xiaogang was holding the embroidery needle, he wasn't firing it, but rather using it as a weapon to stab at him.

Seeing this, Tang San hurriedly activated his Mysterious Jade Hand to block.

With a ding, Tang San felt a sharp pain, but he used the force to retreat several times.

"A Soul Elder's soul power is truly extraordinary; even my Mysterious Jade Hand felt pain!"

"Little San, how was that? Shall we continue the spar?" Yu Xiaogang smiled.

He finally felt like a teacher, regaining the high spirits he had as a young sect heir.

"Teacher, what soul skill was that just now?" Tang San asked curiously.

He wanted to know if this world also possessed a heritage of hidden weapons.

If Yu Xiaogang had fired the embroidery needle just now, he feared he would have been unable to block it.

Yu Xiaogang thought for a moment and said: "This is my own Self-Created Soul Skill!"

"In order to break through to level twenty-nine, I had to delve into martial soul theory, and now I have finally achieved something!"

"Then Teacher, can I learn this soul skill?" Tang San asked.

Yu Xiaogang shook his head and said: "Little San, with your talent, you don't need to learn this kind of soul skill from me!"

How could he dare to pass the Evil-Warding Sword Manual to Tang San? If he did, Tang Hao might come over and hammer him to death.

Tang San was somewhat disappointed; he was very interested in Yu Xiaogang's movement techniques and hidden weapon methods, but it was a pity Yu Xiaogang was unwilling to teach him.

He hadn't expected that even without Yu Xiaogang using his third soul skill, it would be difficult for him to win without revealing his own trump cards.

But he didn't want to expose his hidden weapon trump cards right now, otherwise, this would no longer be a spar, but a fight to the death.

No, perhaps even if I use my hidden weapons, I still wouldn't be able to defeat Teacher!

"Teacher uses hidden weapons too, so he might be able to detect my techniques!"

There is always someone better, and a mountain higher than the last; this world truly has a profound foundation! Tang San thought to himself.

Tang San felt a tinge of regret; his plan to farm Filial Points from Yu Xiaogang using the system seemed to have fallen through.

Should I poison Teacher? Tang San shook his head, forcing the thought out of his mind.

He had yet to discover Yu Xiaogang doing anything to wrong him, so he couldn't bring himself to do it.

Unlike Tang Hao, who had caused his mother's death and abused him so severely that he had no childhood, making it easy for him to strike.

"Teacher, could you let me witness the power of a thousand-year spirit ring skill?" Tang San asked.

"This..." Yu Xiaogang hesitated, but seeing the expectant look in Tang San's eyes, he couldn't bear to refuse.

"You are my disciple, so naturally, you may!"

His hesitation earlier wasn't because he wanted to hide his secrets, but because his spirit skill was a bit embarrassing to speak of.

The Pink Lady's spirit ring should have provided me with an invigorating buff skill, so why did it turn out like this?

He had learned what his third spirit skill was just this morning.

The skill that was supposed to be an invigorating buff had unexpectedly transformed into an attack skill.

"San, you must be prepared. If you are hit by this skill of mine, I fear it won't be good for your body!" Yu Xiaogang warned.

"Teacher, I will be careful."

Tang San was confident; his Mysterious Heaven Skill nourished his meridians, and combined with his Blue Silver Grass martial spirit, he could heal his own injuries.

"Very well, then watch closely!"

Yu Xiaogang chanted the spirit incantation: "Fart like passion, ignite desire, Luo Sanpao!"

The third spirit ring beneath Luo Sanpao lit up, and his entire body turned a shade of pink.

A pink gas erupted from Luo Sanpao's rear, spreading rapidly and instantly enveloping Tang San.

"This..." Tang San was stunned.

Before he could even think, he felt his blood begin to boil and his spirit power descend into chaos.

Even by circulating his Mysterious Heaven Skill, he struggled to regulate his spirit power, which only caused his heart to beat even faster.

He was only seven years old and lacked that particular function, so his blood surged wildly, his spirit power went haywire, his eyes turned bloodshot, and he panted like an ox!

Seeing this, Yu Xiaogang hurriedly unleashed his first spirit skill, using a light barrier to disperse the pink mist.

"San, are you alright?" Yu Xiaogang was startled, never expecting his spirit skill to be so potent.

As the pink mist dissipated, Tang San looked at Yu Xiaogang and, for some reason, found himself recalling the image of Yu Xiaogang dancing with a sword in red makeup.

For a moment, he actually thought Yu Xiaogang looked quite delicate and pretty.

"No... don't!"

It was like a nightmare; Tang San felt his mind descend into chaos as his spirit power battered his meridians. He spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted.

"San!"