Yu Xiaogang Feeds Pigs, Young Chieftain of the Troll Race!

Judging by his attire and appearance, this man from the Troll Race was clearly nothing more than a low-level servant responsible for feeding spirit beasts.

Yet, even so, the power of his blood and vitality radiated like a scorching furnace, pressing down on Yu Xiaogang until he could barely breathe.

The Troll man carried a large wooden bucket and strode into the shed.

He first glanced at the Black Wind Pig feeding in the stone trough, then turned his head, his gaze landing on the mud-stained Yu Xiaogang.

The Troll man's brow furrowed.

He took long strides, crossing the distance to stand before Yu Xiaogang in just a few steps.

In front of this giant, Yu Xiaogang looked like an infant who had just learned to walk.

Before he could even react, the Troll man reached out a calloused, oversized hand and, grabbing Yu Xiaogang by the back of his collar like a chick, hoisted him into the air.

"Let me go! Who are you!"

Yu Xiaogang struggled desperately in mid-air, his arms and legs flailing wildly.

"I am a teacher at Shrek Academy! I am a master of martial soul theory!"

He shrieked at the top of his lungs, attempting to use the titles that usually intimidated everyone across the Douluo Continent to cow his captor.

The Troll man looked at the tiny creature in his hand as if he were watching a fool.

He could not understand a word of what Yu Xiaogang was shouting.

"Where did this skinny monkey come from? He doesn't have a shred of spiritual energy, and his vitality is as weak as a sickly chicken."

The Troll man's voice boomed like a great bell, causing Yu Xiaogang's eardrums to ache.

"Probably just another slave sent down by the cultivators above to clean the beast pens."

The Troll man muttered to himself.

He casually tossed the massive wooden bucket onto the ground.

Bang.

The bucket was filled with scraps of meat and bone that emitted a pungent, fishy odor, and the splashing blood splattered all over Yu Xiaogang.

"Hey, skinny monkey."

The Troll man poked Yu Xiaogang's chest with a thick finger, nearly snapping his ribs.

"I don't care what you did before."

"Since you've arrived at the Troll Race's spirit beast pen, you have to work."

The Troll man pointed at the Black Wind Pig still eating, then gestured to the piles of black excrement covering the floor.

"This Black Wind Pig is our young clan leader's favorite food."

"Clean every bit of dung out of this shed before dark."

"If you dare to slack off or fail to finish, I'll chop you up and toss you into the stone trough with these bones to feed the pigs."

With that, the Troll man didn't bother to see if Yu Xiaogang had understood; he simply tossed him aside like a piece of dirty rag, dropping him right next to a pile of semi-dried pig manure.

The man then turned and walked out of the shed with heavy, rhythmic footsteps, never once looking back.

The images on the Sky Screen were broadcast clearly to every corner of the Douluo Continent.

In the Fasno Province, on the training grounds of Shrek Academy, there was silence.

A silence so profound it felt suffocating.

Everyone stared with wide eyes at the man in the image, covered in pig manure and looking utterly wretched.

Was that really Master Yu Xiaogang, the man they usually revered, the man who spoke so eloquently of profound theories?

Tang San's eyes were bloodshot.

He gripped the edge of the nearby stone table so tightly that his fingernails curled back and blood began to drip into the cracks of the stone, yet he felt no pain.

"Teacher..."

Tang San's voice trembled violently, as if a wad of cotton were stuck in his throat.

He had always looked upon Yu Xiaogang as a father.

He knew well that his teacher valued his self-esteem more than his own life.

Back at the academy, if anyone dared to question his teacher's theories, the man would turn livid and spend half a day refuting them.

But now, in the hands of that Troll, his teacher was treated like a worthless object, dangled at will and discarded beside a foul-smelling pile of waste.

So much for the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Souls.

So much for his "invincible" theories.

In the face of absolute size and physical dominance, those titles had become a colossal joke.

Flender stood to the side, his eye sockets also reddened.

He took off his glasses, wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve, and let out a long, heavy sigh.

"Xiaogang has been proud and arrogant his entire life; how is he supposed to endure this?"

Flender's voice choked with emotion.

"Having to shovel pig manure for others, and if he doesn't finish, he gets chopped up to feed the pigs..."

"Do the people in that world not have even the slightest concept of treating a human like a human?"

It was not just Shrek Academy.

Inside the Pope Palace in Spirit City, Bibi Dong also collapsed onto her throne, her face deathly pale.

Although she harbored hatred in her heart for Yu Xiaogang's cowardice and abandonment back then.

Deep in a corner of her heart, she had always preserved the image of that young man in white, full of talent and learning.

But today, the Sky Screen had mercilessly torn apart that lofty, idealized filter.

It displayed the weakest, most incompetent, and most humiliating side of Yu Xiaogang before the eyes of the entire continent.

Bibi Dong closed her eyes and took a deep breath, yet she could not suppress the agitation and sorrow rising within her.

In that high-dimensional world, the weak were not even worthy of mentioning the word dignity.

Inside the Troll Race's spirit beast pen.

Yu Xiaogang lay prone on the foul-smelling mud, gasping for air.

His face, hair, and clothes were all covered in black-brown filth.

A cold breeze blew, and he shivered uncontrollably.

The terror of being held mid-air by that troll man earlier, the feeling that he could be crushed to death at any moment, still lingered in his mind.

He slowly lifted his head and glanced at the massive Black Wind Pig not far away.

Having eaten its fill of the scraps in the stone trough, the pig was now lazily napping on the ground, its snoring thunderous.

Beneath it and all around it lay piles of excrement emitting a nauseating stench.

Yu Xiaogang's tears finally could not be held back.

Mixed with the mud on his face, they left two clear tracks down his cheeks.

He was a direct descendant of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, a Master of Shrek Academy, and the man who had taught the genius disciple Tang San.

He had once believed that even if he could not reach the pinnacle of cultivation in his life, he could still leave a legacy through his theories.

Now, he had to take up tools to shovel dung for a pig.

Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth and used every ounce of his strength to crawl up from the muddy ground.

No matter how humiliating it was, he had to survive.

As long as he could endure this year, as long as he could return to the Douluo Continent, he swore he would never study those damn theories ever again.

He looked around and found a massive, heavy iron shovel in the corner of the shed.

The wooden handle of the shovel was thicker than his thigh, and the blade was as large as half a door panel.

This was clearly the tool the troll man used for his daily labor.

Yu Xiaogang walked over, gripped the handle with both hands, and used every bit of his strength to lift it.

"Urgh!"

His face turned beet red, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

Yet, the massive shovel only wobbled slightly on the ground; he could not lift it at all.

It was too heavy.

For a theoretical Spirit Master who was only level twenty-nine and lacked physical training, this shovel was like a small mountain.

Yu Xiaogang let go in despair and slumped onto the ground.

He looked at the piles of excrement, then at the sun gradually setting in the west.

The words the troll man had spoken before leaving echoed in his ears like a death curse.

"If you don't finish before dark, I'll chop you up to feed the pigs..."

Yu Xiaogang shuddered.

He dared not sit still any longer. He got down on his hands and knees and began to push the heavy shovel bit by bit.

Even if he had to push it, he had to move this filth out of the shed.

He moved his feet inch by inch, sweat streaming down his cheeks incessantly.

Just as he was pushing the shovel and struggling to get near the sleeping Black Wind Pig, the edge of the shovel seemed to strike something hard within the pile of dung.

A soft "click" sounded.

Yu Xiaogang stopped his movements, wiped the sweat from his face with his hand, and looked down into the pile of dung.

By the fading glow of the sunset filtering in from outside the shed, he saw clearly what had been half-buried in the filth.

It was a human skull—a skull that had been dead for who knows how long, its surface covered in tooth marks and the bone already turning black.

Beside the skull lay several scraps of tattered fabric.

Yu Xiaogang recognized the material and the pattern; it was clearly something a person had worn.

Seeing this, Yu Xiaogang's breathing stopped in an instant.

His eyes widened to their limit, the red blood vessels in his eyeballs appearing as if they were about to burst.

A chill, rushing from the soles of his feet straight to his crown, instantly froze the blood in his entire body.

He finally understood why there were no other slaves in this Troll Race livestock shed.

He also finally understood what exactly the scraps of meat in the giant Black Wind Pig's stone trough were.

Just then, the Black Wind Pig, which had been dozing, suddenly stopped snoring.

Its large eyes, emitting an eerie red glow, slowly opened in the dim shed.

Its gaze landed squarely on Yu Xiaogang, who was within arm's reach.

The giant Black Wind Pig slowly opened its eyes.

In the dim livestock shed, those glowing red orbs looked like two burning ghost fires.

Yu Xiaogang felt his scalp go numb, and a chill rose from his spine, instantly coursing through his entire body.

He even forgot how to breathe, forced to watch helplessly as that blood-red maw, filled with fangs, inched closer to his head.

Foul-smelling drool dripped from the corner of the Black Wind Pig's mouth, splashing into the mud in front of Yu Xiaogang with a sickening plop.

It's over.

Only these two words remained in Yu Xiaogang's mind.

He closed his eyes, his body going limp, bracing himself for the agony of having his bones crushed.

However, just as that massive mouth was less than half a foot from the top of his head, Luo Sanpao, who was huddled in the mud and had long since wet himself in terror, twitched violently from extreme fear.

The little creature's instinctual reaction was fully triggered at this moment.

"Pfft!"

An incredibly loud, thunderous fart suddenly exploded within the enclosed livestock shed.

Accompanying this deafening sound, a cloud of earth-yellow gas, thick enough to be visible to the naked eye, erupted from Luo Sanpao's rear, landing squarely and precisely on the Black Wind Pig's massive nostrils.

In an instant, a stench beyond description permeated the air.

Yu Xiaogang had expected this irritable beast to be thoroughly enraged by Luo Sanpao's action, thereby accelerating the speed at which it would devour them.

However, a jaw-dropping scene unfolded.

The Black Wind Pig took a sharp breath of the yellow gas, and its massive body shuddered violently.

Immediately following, its belly, which had been bulging high like a small hill, emitted a "gurgling" sound like a rushing river.

"Oink!"

The Black Wind Pig tilted its head back and let out a long, deafening belch from deep within its throat.

As the belch escaped, two streams of white vapor puffed from its nostrils.

Those red eyes, previously filled with mania and bloodlust, slowly began to soften.

It shook its large head, let out a satisfied grunt, and then laid back down on the ground, not even glancing at Yu Xiaogang again as it comfortably closed its eyes.

As it turned out, the Black Wind Pig had been suffering from severe bloating due to greedily eating fodder containing impure spiritual energy over the past two days, leaving it irritable and restless.

Luo Sanpao's thunderous fart, carrying a surge of soul power, had accidentally helped it clear the trapped waste gas from its digestive tract.

Just then, heavy footsteps sounded from outside the shed.

The Troll Race man, who had returned, roughly pulled aside the door bar and strode in.

He had expected to see a pile of broken bones, but instead found the Black Wind Pig sleeping soundly, its belly no longer bloated.

Meanwhile, the filthy, scrawny man was sitting limp in the corner with a strange-looking little purple beast.

The Troll man paused, then his gaze fell upon Luo Sanpao.

Though he was brawny, he was not stupid; after a moment of thought, he understood roughly what had happened.

"Hahaha! Interesting!"

The Troll man's laughter shook the dry grass on the shed roof, causing it to rain down.

He walked up to Yu Xiaogang in a few strides, eyeing him up like a useful tool.

"Looks like you little thing know a few folk remedies for healing."

The troll man rubbed his chin, then yanked a thumb-thick, rust-covered black iron chain from his waist, one end of which was attached to a massive iron collar.

"Clang."

The man unceremoniously shoved the iron collar onto Yu Xiaogang's neck, and with a sharp "click," the lock snapped shut.

The cold raw iron pressed against his skin, its heavy weight forcing Yu Xiaogang's neck to sink abruptly, nearly sending him face-first to the ground.

"Since you managed to cure the young chieftain's mount of its bloating, I'll spare your dog life."

The troll man tugged at the chain in his hand, sending Yu Xiaogang stumbling forward.

"From today on, you are a slave in this pigpen."

"Your job is to massage the Black Wind Pigs, shovel their dung, and pick the parasites off their backs every day."

"If you let it lose even an ounce of weight, I'll break your legs!"

The man tied the other end of the chain to a thick wooden post nearby and walked away, laughing heartily.

Outside the Sky Screen, on the Douluo Continent.

Everyone's gaze was fixed on the man with a dog chain around his neck, tethered to a wooden post like a cur.

The playground at Shrek Academy was unnervingly silent.

At this moment, Tang San's eyes were so red they looked ready to bleed.

That was his teacher!

The elder he respected most in both his lifetimes, second only to his father.

On the Douluo Continent, no matter where Yu Xiaogang went, even with his meager strength, who wouldn't give him a modicum of respect once he brought up his title as the "Master of Theory"?