Yu Luomian: What a Sin

Yu Luomian was momentarily at a loss.

He knew very well the traits of the Miasma Civet.

It possessed no offensive power. Its means of survival was releasing a mist that would not kill anyone, merely numb the nerves and induce drowsiness.

And yet he wanted that thunderous big stinky fart of his, refusing to absorb a Soul Beast that could unleash thunder?

Should he laugh or cry?

Yu Luomian looked at Yu Xiaogang again. "Young Sect Master, are you sure you still want to absorb this Soul Beast's Soul Ring?"

Yu Xiaogang nodded confidently. "That's right. I want this one."

"This..." Yu Luomian still did not want to have a hard time explaining himself when they returned, so he advised him reluctantly, "This Soul Beast truly isn't suitable for you. Uncle Luomian has been through it before. I wouldn't harm you."

Yu Xiaogang seemed to have made up his mind and nodded just as firmly.

"It's still this Soul Beast. I want it."

Yu Luomian sighed.

"Fine."

What twisted logic. He was beyond saving.

Anyway, I won't be the one embarrassing myself. I've already advised him, and the accompanying clansmen are here to witness it.

The rest has nothing to do with me.

Yu Luomian used Martial Soul Possession, clenched his fist, and launched a faint bolt of lightning.

With a puff, it struck in a single hit.

The Miasma Civet immediately collapsed to the ground, unable to move.

"Sorry for the trouble, Uncle Luomian!"

Yu Xiaogang's excitement was impossible to hide.

Yu Luomian found a place by himself to sit down and began pondering deeply.

Was Yu Xiaogang really a member of my Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?

This sort of genius was even the Sect Master's son.

The accompanying clansmen also gathered around.

"Will the Sect Master really not blame us after we return?"

The three of them could not help feeling worried.

They had been brought along on such a dangerous mission, and it had been the same last time. Every hurdle was difficult to overcome!

The outcome of provoking Su Mu last time had already spread throughout the sect.

The three of them had never imagined that they would personally be chosen. What a sin!

Of those who had gone out with Yu Xiaogang last time, which one had not been beaten into a pig-headed mess and spent half a month bedridden recovering?

Yu Luomian came back to his senses and said, "What are you worried about? Aren't I here? Besides, I already advised the Young Sect Master. When we return, even if the Sect Master blames us, we'll have an excuse."

Those three had every reason to be afraid.

Their status was not noble, and their strength was mediocre, so naturally they could not afford to offend anyone.

"I just didn't expect that after searching for a full ten days, we were only looking for this Miasma Civet."

Yu Luomian now wanted nothing more than to slap himself. If he had known Yu Xiaogang was looking for this kind of Soul Beast, he would never have come. It had been far too much of a waste of time.

He would have been better off discussing Erlong's matter with the Sect Master.

Although Erlong hated him and hated the clan, all that mattered was getting her onto the sect's team.

As long as they could achieve good results.

Then they would have a reason to bring Erlong and her mother back, allowing the family to reunite.

The prerequisite was good results.

Otherwise, it would all be empty talk.

Their greatest talent was no more than Yu Xiaogang, while Tang Hao of the Clear Sky Sect, also one of the Upper Three Sects, possessed truly terrifying talent and had already reached the Soul Ancestor stage.

Reaching Soul King was only a matter of time.

At the thought of seven Clear Sky Hammers appearing at once, who could possibly withstand such a scene?

While they were discussing matters, Yu Xiaogang had already approached the Soul Beast.

"Oh, my dear second Soul Ring, your true master has arrived. With you, I'll be able to make a grand showing at the Soul Master Tournament!"

Yu Xiaogang loved the Soul Beast before him even more.

Even if he could not take revenge on that hateful woman Bibi Dong the next time he saw her, at least he could blast a fart and disgust her.

The thought filled Yu Xiaogang with delight.

Sometimes, revenge did not necessarily mean killing the other person. Disgusting them was also a way to relieve stress.

Hmph, hmph, hmph. Although I, Yu Xiaogang, have low Soul Power, that doesn't mean I'm stupid. If I can't make it down the path of a Soul Master, then I can still make it down the path of theory.

Yu Xiaogang drew the dagger at his waist and, with a swift stroke, killed the Miasma Civet. Then a yellow Hundred-Year Soul Ring rose up.

Next, Yu Xiaogang began absorbing it.

Time passed quickly. Half a day later, Yu Xiaogang successfully absorbed the Soul Ring, and his Soul Power reached level twenty-one.

Yu Xiaogang opened his eyes, feeling immensely refreshed. He had reached Soul Grandmaster; he only needed another nine levels to become a Soul Elder.

His life had been like walking on thin ice, but things would surely keep getting better.

Yu Xiaogang dusted himself off and walked over to Yu Luomian and the others.

"Let's go!" Yu Luomian said when he saw Yu Xiaogang had finished absorbing the Soul Ring.

Yu Xiaogang smiled. "No rush. Take a look at my second Soul Skill first."

Before Yu Luomian and the others could refuse,

Yu Xiaogang eagerly activated his Martial Soul.

As yellow Soul Power surged, the small Luo Sanpao floated before him, its round body swelling slightly.

"Second Soul Skill: Fart Like Mist, Hypnotic Slumber Luo Sanpao."

Yu Luomian's expression froze. "Fart... mist!"

With a faint muffled sound, a wide expanse of pale yellow mist slowly spread out. Carrying a strange odor, it swiftly enveloped them.

This was his brand-new second Soul Skill, Hypnotic Slumber Luo Sanpao.

Yu Luomian and several direct descendants of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan standing nearby were instantly swallowed by the yellow mist.

Everyone instinctively held their breath, afraid of touching the mist and falling asleep. Their expressions instantly stiffened.

They had initially been looking forward to seeing the power of Yu Xiaogang's new Soul Skill, but now all that anticipation turned into helplessness and speechlessness.

Their cheeks twitched uncontrollably, their eyes filled with a mixture of amusement and despair.

The Sect Master's dignified son had gained a new Soul Skill that was actually hypnotic poisonous mist, without the slightest bit of majesty. It was not even as good as the thunder fart Yu Luomian had mentioned earlier.

Everyone stood motionless in the mist, full of helplessness. Yet they did not dare move carelessly and could only silently endure the ridiculous and embarrassing scene.

Yu Luomian dispersed the mist.

"Young Sect Master, we didn't want to see it, so you blasted us with farts anyway?"

This was truly humiliating. We accompanied you to hunt a Soul Beast, and this was how you treated us?

Yu Xiaogang looked utterly unconcerned. "Uncle Luomian, you never said so. If you didn't want to see it, I wouldn't have forced you."

Yu Luomian's face turned livid.

It wasn't that I didn't want to say it. You clearly never gave me a chance to refuse. Seeing the purple little pig flash him a wicked smile made his scalp tingle even more.

He had thought it was finally over, but Luo Sanpao suddenly turned its butt toward him and released a cloud of stench.

Yu Luomian's entire head was engulfed by the purple stinky fart, and he nearly suffocated.

"I can't take this anymore!"

Yu Luomian shouted.

Then he could not help vomiting several times.

Damn it, why had Luo Sanpao suddenly farted on its own?

"Uncle Luomian, I didn't do that. Luo Sanpao farted on its own."

Yu Xiaogang was also surprised. Sanpao had actually disobeyed his command and farted at Yu Luomian by itself.

"Quick, put your Luo Sanpao away," Yu Luomian urged.

He did not want to be blasted again.

Yu Xiaogang recalled Luo Sanpao.

Yu Luomian sighed in relief. "Go, go, go. Let's hurry back to the sect."