"Fart King"—it was said that this title had been chosen in an overnight vote by the North-South Alliance's taxi soldiers. Every vote had been in favor, with no dissent.
The leaders of the other seven factions, along with Yu Xiaogang, were collectively mocked by the long-suffering people of the Star Luo Empire as "the chaos of the eight bastards."
Later, because Yu Xiaogang's "fart" had played a crucial role in the war, historians dubbed it "the chaos of seven farts."
Zhao Linchuan read the report, the corner of his mouth twitching for a good while before he couldn't help laughing.
"This Yu Xiaogang..." He shook his head and set the report down. "He really is a character. Wherever he goes, he manages to cause trouble."
He set that report aside and picked up another from the desk.
After just one glance, his eyebrows rose slightly.
"Hm? Tang San's been disfigured?"
The report was brief: Tang San had gone to the Blue Silver Ancestral Land, hoping to awaken his Blue Silver Emperor Bloodline.
According to his memories of his previous life, once he succeeded, he would be reborn, gaining a powerful Blue Silver Emperor Martial Soul and a growth-type Soul Ring.
However, something had gone wrong, and the awakening ritual had backfired.
Not only had he failed, but his face had been ruined.
Worse still, his First Martial Soul, Blue Silver Grass, had also been damaged, leaving him unable to continue cultivating.
"Was it because of me?"
Zhao Linchuan murmured to himself. He remembered "Whisper of Yesterday," stored in the system. After listening to it, he could return to "yesterday" for a year.
He hadn't used it before, because he hadn't known when would be the best time.
Now, he seemed to have an idea.
"Looks like I'll have to go