Ao Yin, Are You Here to Take a Dump?

Tang San's gaze suddenly sharpened, his heart shaken to the core.

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Before his eyes, Yu Xiaogang summoned his martial soul.

The plump Luo Sanpao landed on the ground.

Usually, it looked adorably foolish and utterly harmless.

But now, its wild nature surged!

Its sharp fangs protruded, its face turned ferocious, and it snarled viciously at the Pig Luo Grass soul beasts closing in from all sides!

It looked utterly imposing, without the slightest hint of fear!

"First Soul Skill, Heaven-Shaking, Earth-Rending Luo Sanpao!!"

Yu Xiaogang shouted coldly.

Two yellow hundred-year soul rings shone brightly as dense soul power burst forth, pouring entirely into Luo Sanpao's body!

The little fellow was exceptionally spirited, its movements swift.

With a leap, it shot straight into the sky!

Perfectly positioned in midair, its round cannon port locked onto the entire patch of Pig Luo Grass blocking the way!

The next second!

Boom!!

A thunderous blast suddenly erupted!

A cloud of yellow, foul-smelling gas exploded forth, its savage shockwave instantly engulfing the entire area!

Every Pig Luo Grass in its path stiffened, white light flashing above their heads before they all died instantly!

A complete instant kill! Clean and decisive!

Tang San's heart twitched violently.

Across both his lives, this was the first time he had ever seen such an absurd move.

A dignified soul master's ultimate technique actually cleared the field with a single fart!

Yet he had to admit it.

Master's Heaven-Shaking, Earth-Rending Luo Sanpao was indeed tyrannically powerful!

Yu Xiaogang remained calm and merely snorted.

Mere ten-year soul beasts dared block the path of a theoretical master like him?

They were simply courting death!

"Cough, cough!"

Suddenly, an inexplicable bout of dry coughing came from the nearby bushes.

"Who the hell is it? I was just taking a dump—how did someone blast me with a fart?"

"Pah!"

"It stinks worse than my shit!"

Ao Yin covered his nose and scampered out of the weeds, only to discover Yu Xiaogang and Tang San again.

He could not help but inwardly curse his bad luck.

Yu Xiaogang and Tang San were both stunned. It truly was as the saying went: enemies were bound to meet!

"Master, isn't your desire for revenge a little too strong?"

Yu Xiaogang frowned slightly. Naturally, he knew Ao Yin was referring to the time he had deliberately made him fart in public and lose face, but claiming that he was taking revenge over that was complete nonsense.

Just now, he truly had not known Ao Yin was taking a dump behind the bushes.

"Teacher, listen to the filthy nonsense he's spouting."

"This person already deserves death. There's no one around here either, so perhaps Teacher could..."

"Silence!"

Yu Xiaogang immediately rebuked him. He had not expected that despite Tang San's young age, his killing intent would be so heavy.

If one wished to keep others from knowing, one should not do it in the first place. Besides, as an academy teacher, it would have been one thing if he had not encountered Ao Yin, but now that he had, he had a duty to protect him.

Of course, that was only if Ao Yin was willing to stay by his side. If he insisted on courting death by running around on his own, then he could not blame anyone else!

As they spoke, specks of white light slowly rose from the ground.

They were the ten-year soul rings condensed after the Pig Luo Grass died.

Yu Xiaogang paid no attention to Ao Yin. Instead, he pretended to be casual as his gaze swept over Tang San behind him.

Yu Xiaogang spoke at the right moment, calmly beginning his lesson.

"When a soul beast dies, it will inevitably produce a soul ring."

"Before you is the lowest-tier, ten-year white soul ring."

"My martial soul theory has also mentioned that soul rings are divided into five tiers. Their strength is determined by age: ten-year white, hundred-year yellow, thousand-year purple, ten-thousand-year black, and hundred-thousand-year crimson!"

As Yu Xiaogang said this, his manner was casual and understated, yet his imposing air showed through without effort.

Tang San's heart surged with excitement, his gaze burning.

In other words, the older the soul ring, the stronger it was!

A hundred-thousand-year blood-red soul ring?!

Very strong! But was there anything even stronger?

Unable to hold back, he immediately asked.

"Teacher, beyond a hundred thousand years, are there even higher age limits? What colors would two-hundred-thousand-year or million-year soul rings be?"

Yu Xiaogang raised his brows slightly, his expression turning somewhat solemn.

"Two-hundred-thousand-year soul beasts are exceedingly rare on the continent."

"Those capable of subduing them are one in ten thousand."

"As for a million years?"

"That is simply a fantasy!"

"And the colors you mentioned... even your teacher does not know!"

Meanwhile, Ao Yin did not even raise his eyes. He took off his pants and squatted down again some distance away!

Tang San flew into a rage and pointed at him as he cursed, "Ao Yin, did you come here just to take a dump?"

Ao Yin wore an awkward expression. Not long after entering Hunting Soul Forest, he had suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to shit. He could not hold it in at all.

He gave Yu Xiaogang an embarrassed smile. "Master, sorry about this. Maybe something I ate yesterday upset my stomach. Please continue. I'll listen to Master's lesson too!"

Though people had urgent bodily needs, Yu Xiaogang had just blasted someone away with a fart, so he did not say much.

Still, feeling that his dignity had been damaged, his tone became slightly stern as he said to Tang San, "Soul masters must avoid aiming too high while underestimating themselves in cultivation. Lofty aspirations are fine, but empty fantasies and hollow talk are not!"

Tang San scratched his head, seeming to understand yet not fully understanding.

Yu Xiaogang stared directly at him and suddenly tested him.

"Then let me ask you. What is the maximum soul ring age a level-ten novice soul master can endure for their first soul ring?"

Tang San froze instantly.

He had never heard of such a restriction!

Yu Xiaogang gave the standard answer in a deep voice, every word carrying authority.

"The limit for the first soul ring is four hundred and twenty-three years."

"Anything above five hundred years will overwhelm a soul master's body. If one forcefully absorbs it, death is certain!"

Tang San swallowed. Fortunately, he had Master with him. If he had not known such details, he would not even know how he died.

Master waved a hand modestly. "My martial soul theory is quite widely known. These things have already become basic common knowledge in the soul master world. Ask anyone, and they will know!"

Known in every household!

A phrase immediately came to Tang San's mind. He had not expected Master's reputation to be so great, and his recognition of Master's theories deepened invisibly.

Meanwhile, Ao Yin, who was straining to shit nearby, had turned red in the face. Anyone unaware of the situation might have thought he was holding back laughter.

Ao Yin frantically reminded himself, Damn mouth, hold it in! Don't laugh!

In truth, he really was holding back laughter. It could not be helped—Yu Xiaogang made it sound far too grand. In just a few sentences, he had dressed up common knowledge as martial soul theory he had researched for years. Anyone who could hear that without laughing was truly talented!

He doesn't know anything, yet he still acts so pretentious. I even know the colors of two-hundred-thousand-year and million-year soul rings!

Ao Yin sneered inwardly.

But there was no need to educate Yu Xiaogang right now. At the moment, he needed to focus on taking a dump.

"Teacher, then what about these soul rings?"

Yu Xiaogang looked at the white soul rings left on the ground by the Pig Luo Grass and said with a faint smile, "Little San, these ten-year Pig Luo Grass soul rings are not bad, but you cannot absorb them."

"Oh?"

Yu Xiaogang deliberately touched upon another gap in Tang San's knowledge and showed off again. "My martial soul theory specifically states that soul rings can only be absorbed by the person who personally delivers the final blow. This is because soul beasts are proud by nature. Their soul rings contain their lingering will, and their spiritual soul power can only bind to the one who killed them."

"Although these Pig Luo Grass soul rings are from plant-type soul beasts like your Blue Silver Grass, and their age is within your absorption limit, they do not suit the evolutionary direction of your martial soul."

"Do you remember what I told you before?" Yu Xiaogang asked with a faint smile.

Tang San nodded. "I remember. The soul beast Teacher wants to find for me must possess two characteristics. The most important is toughness, to make up for Blue Silver Grass's weakness of snapping with a single pull. The second is paralysis, developing toward the control-type path."