A Second Time

In just a few short months since coming to the human world, I had learned what it meant to be so ruthless that you could stink yourself to death.

Yu Xiaogang beside him was no better off. Just like Tang San, he braced himself against the wall, bent over, and kept vomiting.

The surrounding students had already gathered around, watching from a distance in shock as they stared at Yu Xiaogang and Tang San.

"That soul skill is way too disgusting!"

"Trash is trash. Without any strength, they can only resort to such disgraceful tricks."

"Anyone could think of such lowly methods. Just slash straight at the bottom line of morality—be as shameless as possible."

"Why are they attacking themselves?!"

"Could it be that he can't even control his own martial soul?"

The students chattered among themselves. They had never imagined that someone could lose control of the direction of their martial soul's attack.

Yu Xiaogang's face was already pale, and being angered again nearly made him faint.

But he could not faint, because the stench was too overwhelming.

The moment he passed out, the horrible smell woke him right back up.

After vomiting for quite a while, Tang San finally felt a little better. He forced out a smile uglier than crying and looked at Xiao Wu. "I'm fine."

Then Tang San turned his blank gaze toward Yu Xiaogang and asked in confusion, "Teacher, why did you make Luo Sanpao attack us?"

At that moment, a trace of killing intent had arisen in Tang San's heart.

If Yu Xiaogang had not been his teacher and taught him so much knowledge about martial souls, Tang San would have already taken out the Zhuge Repeating Crossbow and shot Yu Xiaogang dead with a single bolt.

Yu Xiaogang was also puzzled. He had clearly ordered Luo Sanpao to attack Wang Chen.

But why had Luo Sanpao suddenly turned around and attacked him instead?

Yu Xiaogang said blankly, "I don't know why Luo Sanpao suddenly changed direction this time."

As he spoke, Yu Xiaogang hurriedly looked at Luo Sanpao, his eyes fierce. "Luo Sanpao, get over here. What exactly happened?

Why did you suddenly change direction?"

Tang San, Xiao Wu in the distance, Tang Hao hidden in the shadows, and all the students watching the spectacle turned curiously toward Luo Sanpao.

Luo Sanpao came to Yu Xiaogang's side, trembling as it continuously made "Luo luo luo" sounds while giving all sorts of hints.

Tang San and the others watched Luo Sanpao's movements in confusion.

Tang San frowned and asked, "Teacher, what does Luo Sanpao mean?"

Yu Xiaogang frowned. "I don't understand it very clearly either. Wait a moment, I'll see what Luo Sanpao is trying to say."

Only after quite a while did Yu Xiaogang understand what Luo Sanpao meant.

Yu Xiaogang explained, "Luo Sanpao said that it was originally going to attack Wang Chen.

Its butt was even aimed in Wang Chen's direction.

But for some reason, at the instant it farted, it turned around.

It made a one-hundred-and-eighty-degree turn, changing from aiming at Wang Chen to aiming at the two of us."

As if he had thought of something, Yu Xiaogang suddenly realized, "I understand! I used to think that Luo Sanpao took too long to build up its farts, and the movements were too obvious. It was easy for people to notice and dodge.

So I wondered whether Luo Sanpao could be a little more discreet when farting.

Now, at the instant Luo Sanpao farts, it changes its direction by one hundred and eighty degrees.

That means Luo Sanpao can now conceal the direction it intends to attack when it farts."

Tang San nodded. "So that's how it is."

"Then does that mean that as long as Luo Sanpao's butt is aimed at us, at the instant it farts, it will turn one hundred and eighty degrees and attack Wang Chen?"

Yu Xiaogang's eyes lit up. He nodded repeatedly and said, "That's right, exactly!"

Yu Xiaogang took out a large amount of white radishes and other foods that helped with farting from his storage space and fed them to Luo Sanpao.

Luo Sanpao once again built up a massive amount of gas.

"Luo luo luo~"

Luo Sanpao circled around Yu Xiaogang, using its familiar motions to indicate that it was ready.

Yu Xiaogang glanced in Wang Chen's direction, then looked at Luo Sanpao and ordered:

"Luo Sanpao, point your butt at me. Then fart immediately!"

Luo Sanpao aimed its butt at Yu Xiaogang, its eyes turning fierce and its expression savage as it continuously built up a huge fart.

Wang Chen had been watching the entire show with a smile. Only he knew why Luo Sanpao had suddenly turned around last time.

It was not because Luo Sanpao had developed some kind of farting technique that could mislead others, nor was it because Luo Sanpao could automatically adjust its direction by one hundred and eighty degrees at the instant it farted.

It was entirely the result of Wang Chen using the mental power of the Dream God Divine Armor Fragment and the two-hundred-thousand-year head soul bone.

Luo Sanpao could not even detect that it had fallen victim to Wang Chen's mental technique, let alone find any evidence that Wang Chen had acted.

After Luo Sanpao reached the limit of what he could endure, Yu Xiaogang made a familiar gesture.

Seeing this, Yu Xiaogang shouted, "Heaven-Shattering Earth-Splitting Luo Sanpao, blast him to death!"

As soon as Yu Xiaogang finished speaking, Luo Sanpao immediately unleashed his soul skill.

A loud "Boom~" rang out as Luo Sanpao once again released a large amount of poisonous gas and foul stench from behind his backside.

Yu Xiaogang and Tang San were sent flying.

The two flew backward several meters and crashed to the ground, even smashing through a wall.

Fortunately, the instant they saw Luo Sanpao fart, they hurriedly held their breath before turning around. That was the only reason they were not knocked unconscious by the overwhelming stench.

"Third Brother, are you all right?"

Though Xiao Wu called out in concern, her feet slowly backed away, afraid that the foul odor on Tang San would rub off on her.

Xiao Wu frowned. She was already beginning to feel somewhat disgusted by Tang San being covered in such a stench twice in a row.

Tang Hao, hidden away in a secret part of the academy, frowned as well. He could not understand why Luo Sanpao had not immediately turned around the moment he released the fart, as he had before.

As for Wang Chen, he did not suspect a thing.

Even he could not make Luo Sanpao listen to Yu Xiaogang one moment, then immediately turn around the next.

Much less Wang Chen, who was only level twelve and had absorbed just a single hundred-year soul ring.

By his estimation, with Wang Chen's current strength, let alone silently controlling Luo Sanpao like this, it would have been difficult for him even to avoid the foul fart Luo Sanpao had released earlier.

In his view, although Wang Chen might have been able to evade the most concentrated blast of Luo Sanpao's stench, there was no way he could have avoided all of the poisonous gas.

The surrounding students all looked at Yu Xiaogang and Tang San as though they were idiots.

They could not understand why, when Yu Xiaogang and Tang San wanted to test Luo Sanpao's fart-releasing soul skill, they had not stood beside Luo Sanpao instead of in front of or behind him.

Yu Xiaogang himself had just said that Luo Sanpao could change direction by one hundred and eighty degrees the instant he released his soul skill.

Since he already knew how Luo Sanpao's skill worked, why had they still done this? They were either standing in front of Luo Sanpao or behind him.

Couldn't they have stood farther away, or at least to Luo Sanpao's side?