Even Yu Luomian and the others had not given it much thought. This Void Thunder Gas-Swelling Dragon was currently sick.
Because of its illness, it had lost the ability to use thunder breath. The gas constantly building up inside its body could only be expelled through its anus.
Yu Xiaogang and the others assumed the soul beast had been frightened into peeing itself, which was why the stench kept wafting out of its body.
Using the usual method, Yu Xiaogang guided the Soul Ring onto himself and began absorbing it.
Unlike when Yu Changge absorbed one, he did not choose to release his Martial Soul.
Otherwise, he might have discovered that his Martial Soul itself perhaps did not like this soul beast—or rather, the Soul Ring it provided.
A moment passed.
Cold sweat poured down Yu Xiaogang's body as he endured immense pain.
"Ah!"
Unable to bear it any longer, Yu Xiaogang let out a cry.
Yu Luomian immediately grew anxious. "What is going on? Given Xiaogang's physique, he should have been able to withstand this soul beast's Soul Ring."
"Why does he look like he is in so much pain?"
The Soul Emperor beside them did not think much of it. "Maybe Yu Xiaogang's Martial Soul is too weak. Absorbing a Sub-Dragon Soul Ring would naturally be more painful for him, and absorbing this Soul Ring is somewhat beyond his limits."
"Second Master, you know this as well. Yu Xiaogang's Martial Soul is a Pig, after all. Not every Martial Soul is suited to absorb Sub-Dragon Soul Rings. Sub-Dragon-type Soul Rings are generally rather violent."
For some reason, Yu Luomian had a bad feeling.
He had already prepared for the worst. If Yu Xiaogang truly could not endure it, he could only intervene and interrupt the process.
But if that happened, Yu Xiaogang would truly have no way to cultivate in the future.
Still, that was nothing compared to losing his life.
Just then, Yu Xiaogang's Piglet Martial Soul appeared on its own for some reason. A faint purple glow radiated from it, carrying traces of lightning.
At that moment, Yu Xiaogang suddenly felt the pressure on his body lessen considerably.
"This is?" Yu Luomian could not help but be surprised. "Is this Martial Soul helping Xiaogang bear the pressure?"
The Soul Emperor beside him said, "Most likely. An External Beast Martial Soul cannot grant attributes to a Soul Master. My guess is that his body's surface strength is sufficient, but his internal organs still cannot withstand a Soul Ring of this age, so..."
Yu Luomian nodded. "That should be it, but it still does not seem right. Those medicinal baths were not for nothing."
"Fortunately, Xiaogang's Martial Soul is special. Otherwise, that would have been genuinely dangerous just now. But..."
Yu Luomian looked at the Piglet Martial Soul, wondering whether doing this would affect it.
After all, a Martial Soul like this had never appeared before Yu Xiaogang.
And Yu Xiaogang rarely summoned it, so they knew very little about this Martial Soul.
A day and a night passed.
Yu Xiaogang finally finished absorbing the Soul Ring and opened his eyes. Rather than sensing his Soul Skill right away, he first checked his Soul Power.
"Level twelve! Hahaha, this six-hundred-year Soul Ring gave me two levels of Soul Power."
As Yu Xiaogang spoke, he looked at Yu Luomian.
Yu Luomian was not surprised. His gaze swept back and forth between Yu Xiaogang and his Martial Soul. "Then what is your First Soul Skill?"
At that moment, a Soul Emperor secretly transmitted his voice to Yu Luomian. "Second Master, do you think Yu Xiaogang's Martial Soul became a little dumber after absorbing its First Soul Ring?"
"Look at the drool at the corner of its mouth, and that seemingly lecherous grin... Hmm, perhaps I am mistaken. Maybe it has always looked like that?"
Yu Luomian was uncertain after hearing that.
To be honest, this was only the second time he had seen this Martial Soul. He had only returned from his travels a few years ago and taken over the family's affairs, becoming its Second Master.
Hearing this, Yu Xiaogang carefully sensed his First Soul Ring. Suddenly, his expression froze, and he said in disbelief, "No, impossible! How could this be possible?!"
Yu Luomian frowned. "What is it? Is there something wrong with your First Soul Skill?"
Yu Luomian felt an ominous foreboding.
Yu Xiaogang's face went pale. He did not know how to explain it. He had chosen this soul beast himself, yet it had turned out like this...
He was too embarrassed even to say the name of the Soul Skill!
"Speak. Show us your First Soul Skill so we can see what exactly is going on." Yu Luomian's voice was low, leaving Yu Xiaogang no room to refuse. "Come, release it at the three of us."
Yu Xiaogang had no choice but to release it. His First Soul Ring rose beneath him.
"First Soul Skill, Fart Like Thunder, Shatter Heaven and Split Earth, Luo Sanpao!"
He had just come up with the name Luo Sanpao. From what he sensed, this Soul Skill was not merely farting; it could only be used three times in total.
Yu Luomian and the other two: ...What the hell?? Fart Like Thunder?
The three of them suspected there was something wrong with their ears. What kind of soul incantation was that?
Could the First Soul Skill really be farting?
But the very next moment left them utterly dumbfounded.
Empowered by Yu Xiaogang's First Soul Ring, Luo Sanpao floated into the air. Its entire abdomen began to swell, then it turned its body backward as a cloud of shit-yellow "smoke" erupted from its rear.
Boom!
An immense wave of foul air rushed straight at them. Yu Luomian and the other two had no idea how to defend against it.
Instinctively, their right hands transformed into Thunder Dragon Claws, shielding their eyes. At the very least, they could not let their eyes be contaminated by that foul air, or they might go blind.
It would actually have been fine if they had not released their Martial Souls, but the moment they did, everything went wrong.
The instant the gases touched the lightning around the three of them, they ignited!
Boom!
An even louder explosion rang out, blackening the faces of Yu Luomian and the other two.
As everyone knew, farts contained large amounts of flammable gas. Combined with how concentrated Luo Sanpao's farts were, they ignited the instant they touched a spark!
"Bleurgh—"
Yu Luomian and the other two vomited on the spot. This move was not especially damaging, but it was extraordinarily humiliating.
It was revolting!
"Yu Xiaogang! What are you doing?!"
One of the Soul Emperors could no longer endure it. Not caring that Yu Xiaogang was not Yu Yuanzhen's son, he pointed at Yu Xiaogang's nose and cursed, "We worked so hard to accompany you here to hunt soul beasts, and you had your Martial Soul blast us with farts?"
"Did you do it on purpose, or was it an accident? Huh?"
Yu Xiaogang gave an awkward laugh. "Well, didn't you guys tell me to use my Soul Skill on you?"
Yu Luomian's expression was ugly. "So this fart really is your Soul Skill?"
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