Yu Xiaogang's Second Soul Skill-Can't Laugh, Absolutely Can't Laugh!
Yu Yuanzhen frowned. "Are you sure? Your First Soul Ring is six hundred years old. Although there was a slight accident, your Second Soul Ring can actually hunt a spirit beast that is nearly a thousand years old."
While it's risky for Yu Xiaogang to absorb Thousand-Year Soul Ring, it's still worth a try if it's over nine hundred years old.
After all, I've been consuming Whale Rubber for so many years. Even if the effects of Whale Rubber weren't significant later on, it still helped to some extent.
Yu Xiaogang shook his head. "Let's just go with this one. Eight hundred years and nine hundred years is only a little over a hundred years apart, and even if we were to search, we don't know how long it would take."
"We still need to find another one for my elder brother, so I won't waste my time here."
"Moreover, this soul beast possesses Lightning Attribute and poison attributes, both of which are quite suitable for my Luo Sanpao."
Yu Yuanzhen glanced at him but did not answer immediately.
Yu Luomian, standing to the side, wore a strange expression.
He joked with Yu Xiaogang last time that if all else fails, he could absorb a poison attribute for his Second Soul Ring.
I didn't expect this kid to actually take it seriously.
Yu Luomian coughed lightly. "Yu Xiaogang, are you sure?"
"I just said it casually last time..."
Yu Xiaogang nodded firmly. "Second Uncle, I've thought it through very clearly."
Please trust me this one more time.
Yu Yuanzhen silent for a moment, then finally nodded slowly.
"Okay, that's the one."
Yu Yuanzhen figured that this Thunder Poison Phantom Scale Python was, after all, of the Lightning Attribute and possessed a trace of Sub-Dragon bloodline, so... there shouldn't be any problems, right?
Yu Xiaogang was overjoyed.
Subsequently, Yu Yuanzhen easily severely injured the soul beast.
The Thunder Poison Phantom Scale Python collapsed to the ground, barely clinging to life.
Yu Xiaogang stepped forward and drew a short sword from his waist.
He didn't release Luo Sanpao because he felt it was somewhat shameful.
You should unleash your "farts like thunder, Earth-Shattering Luo Sanpao" technique in front of your family.
Somewhat...
Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth and plunged his sword into the head of the Thunder Poison Phantom Scale Python.
The python twitched a few times, then went completely still.
A yellow Soul Ring slowly rose up. Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath and sat down cross-legged.
He reached out and guided the Soul Ring, allowing it to slowly merge into his body.
A day has passed.
Yu Xiaogang slowly opened his eyes, his breathing becoming steady.
Level 21.
A breakthrough has been achieved.
He then immediately went to sense the Soul Skill granted by the Soul Ring.
Yu Yuanzhen and the other two looked at him with tension and curiosity.
Then, they noticed that Yu Xiaogang's expression was a bit off; he didn't show the same joy as Yu Luomian after absorbing his eighth Soul Ring.
Rather... it's ugly, extremely ugly!
Yu Xiaogang's face was deathly pale, and his lips trembled slightly.
Yu Yuanzhen frowned. "Yu Xiaogang, your second Soul Skill... could it be...?"
Yu Xiaogang's face was pale, and his voice was trembling.
"Father, I... Luo Sanpao's second Soul Skill is still farting."
After he finished speaking, he seemed to have all his strength drained away.
Why is this happening?
He clearly chose the Thunder Poison Phantom Scale Python.
This snake possesses Lightning Attribute, and also has Dragon Bloodline, perfectly matching his expectations and theories.
Why do I still get the farting Soul Skill?
Yu Xiaogang clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms.
He spent so much time studying Martial Soul Theory, and what was the result?
It's the exact same farting Soul Skill again.
Yu Xiaogang's mind was buzzing; resentment, anger, and despair all surged up at once.
He gritted his teeth, his eyes reddening, but he couldn't cry in front of his father and second uncle.
He can't!
Then, Yu Xiaogang realized that since the soul beast was fine and his theory was also sound, could the problem lie with the Martial Soul?
Right!
This must be a problem with his Martial Soul, not with him!
His theory can't be wrong!
How could he possibly be wrong about such a simple theory!
Yu Luomian noticed his unusual expression and tried to smooth things over by saying, "Yu Xiaogang, don't worry."
"You're facing us? Fine, I'll find you a Hundred-Year Soul Beast later so you can test the power of your Soul Skill."
"How about we reach a final conclusion later?"
"What if this second Soul Skill is very powerful?"
Yu Luomian originally wanted to suggest that Yu Xiaogang use his second Soul Skill on them to test its power.
But having learned from the first experience...
He really didn't dare let Yu Xiaogang unleash his Soul Skill on them.
After all, Yu Xiaogang's Soul Skill was nothing; even if it couldn't cause them any real harm, it was still disgusting enough.
Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath and nodded reluctantly. "Okay."
And so, the group embarked on their search for a suitable soul beast for Yu Xiaogan.
A pack of gray wolves, about ten in number and over a hundred years old, has been discovered, with the oldest being around four hundred years old.
Yu Yuanzhen stopped and pointed at the pack of gray wolves.
"Quickly unleash your Martial Soul and test the effect of your second Soul Skill."
Yu Xiaogang also told them about it during the search.
His second Soul Skill is to make Luo Sanpao release a fart with a hypnotic effect.
To be honest, this shocked them quite a bit.
After all, how unlucky must one be to only inherit the lowest level of hypnotic attribute from the Thunder Poison Phantom Scale Python?
A potent neurotoxin, that's something that wasn't inherited at all.
Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth, stepped forward, and extended his right hand, circulating his Soul Power.
"Come out, Luo Sanpao!"
A pale yellow light condensed in his hand, and Luo Sanpao appeared before him, still with that same simple and silly look.
Yu Xiaogang looked at Luo Sanpao, his heart filled with mixed feelings.
He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Second Soul Skill, Fart Like Smoke, Hypnotize and put Luo Sanpao to sleep!"
Luo Sanpao turned his backside towards the pack of gray wolves.
Then, pfft--
A cloud of yellowish-green smoke billowed out from behind Luo Sanpao, spreading rapidly and instantly enveloping the pack of gray wolves.
Some had only ten years of cultivation and were sent flying by a fart.
Those who are older will cough violently upon smelling this odor.
Immediately afterwards, his gaze began to glaze over, and his body swayed.
Thump, thump, thump...
Five or six gray wolves collapsed one after another and fell into a deep sleep, but the way they slept made it look like they had been knocked unconscious by the stench.
The gray wolf leader, with four hundred years of cultivation, reacted quite differently.
After smelling the scent, it shook its head, its eyes remaining clear; the hypnotic effect had almost no effect on it.
It let out a low growl and turned to run away with the remaining gray wolves.
They ran incredibly fast, without looking back, almost as if they were fleeing in panic.
The reason is quite simple.
Wolves have such a keen sense of smell; they weren't scared away by hypnosis, they were scared away by the stench.
Only a few hypnotized gray wolves remained on the scene, collapsed to the ground.
Yu Yuanzhen, Yu Luomian, and Yu Xiaogan fell silent.
The silence was almost awkward.
Yu Luomian coughed lightly and turned her head away. She couldn't laugh, she absolutely couldn't laugh!
That's his own nephew!
He's already in so much pain, how can you, as his second uncle, possibly laugh?
Yu Xiaogan kept his head down, trying his best to control his facial expressions and muscles to prevent himself from laughing out loud, after all, this was his younger brother.
It's so impolite to laugh out loud!
Yu Yuanzhen's expression was unreadable, but his hand unconsciously clenched.
The power of this Soul Skill... is a bit weak.