From Douluo, Defying Heaven to Become a God - Chapter 45

Ignoring the foul stench and filth, he gripped Jiang Chen's shoulders tightly and shook him incessantly.

"Hmm?" Jiang Chen finally woke up, slowly opening his eyes.

Chapter 22: First Soul Skill

Seeing Old Jack shaking him, Jiang Chen was dazed at first, but he soon remembered that he had been in the middle of absorbing a soul ring.

"Ugh, Grandpa, did you fart? It stinks!" Jiang Chen covered his nose, his face full of disgust.

Old Jack's beard bristled as he retorted angrily, "You're the one who farted! Tell me, did you fall into an outhouse last night? Why did you come back to sleep without washing up? Do you expect me to wash your quilt for you too?"

Facing Old Jack's scolding, Jiang Chen could only offer a silly laugh. "Grandpa, just go on. I'll wash myself and the quilt in a bit, so you don't need to worry."

Old Jack shook his head and leaned on his cane, just about to walk out, when he suddenly turned back and said, "I'm going to the neighboring village now to secure a spot for you as a work-study student. Remember to have a meal ready when I get back."

"I know, I know. Just go already," Jiang Chen urged.

Looking at Jiang Chen's filthy state, Old Jack shook his head and walked out.

As soon as Old Jack left, Jiang Chen jumped out of bed in excitement, but his brow furrowed tightly as he looked at the layers of black gunk covering his body.

The smell was truly indescribable—it was a hundred times worse than an outhouse. If Jiang Chen's stomach hadn't already been empty, he likely would have vomited by now.

Those layers of filth clung to him like mud, smelling foul, feeling uncomfortable, and even itching slightly.

Although he wanted to check his soul skill immediately, he had to set that thought aside for the moment.

He grabbed his quilt, took some soap pods for bathing and washing, and headed out of the courtyard, intending to wash up by the river.

He lived in the center of Holy Soul Village, and as soon as he stepped out, the stench was overwhelming. A gust of wind blew, and the entire village was filled with that foul odor.

"Damn, did someone's outhouse explode? Why does it smell so bad?"

"Which son of a bitch is trying to poison our village? Let me get my hands on them."

"Dad, get up and have some porridge. Huh? What is this smell? It's so stinky!"

Jiang Chen clutched his quilt, his face flushing red as he listened to the various curses, feeling quite embarrassed.

He kept his head low, his body almost entirely covered by the quilt, and sprinted quickly toward the outskirts of the village.

"Oh, it's that kid Jiang Chen. My god! Did he really fall into an outhouse?"

"Uh... it really seems so. Look at him, covered in those clumps of black, slimy stuff. Ugh... no, I can't take it."

He had been spotted!

Jiang Chen's face turned even redder, and he broke into a frantic run. It was so damn embarrassing; he would never be able to clear his name now.

He thought about how, even after he achieved fame and success in the future, this outhouse incident might remain a dark stain on his life.

He couldn't have been more depressed.

What had happened? Tang San stared in astonishment at Jiang Chen, who was sprinting away with his quilt, and listening to the villagers' discussions, he wore an equally strange expression.