The Transmigrator Blasted to Death by a Fart

At this, Yan Beifei turned to Tang San. "Tang San, whatever you do, don't take this trash as your master."

"He'll only treat you like a lab rat to prove those theories he plagiarized from who knows where and cobbled together."

"All to satisfy that pathetic shred of self-esteem of his."

"Clap, clap." Yu Xiaogang applauded as he spoke. "Good. Very good. Since you know so much, let me teach you one final lesson."

"What lesson?" Yan Beifei froze.

"Before you possess sufficient strength, never try to provoke someone stronger than yourself." Yu Xiaogang had clearly developed murderous intent toward Yan Beifei.

He had waited for over a decade.

After finally encountering a Twin Martial Souls genius like Tang San,

this brat had humiliated him so thoroughly in front of Tang San and everyone else. If he did not assert himself now, Tang San's apprenticeship would definitely fall through.

He did not have another twenty years to wait.

Even if he did, he would not have that much time left to nurture another genius.

He could not deal with those Soul Masters of equal or higher rank who bullied and mocked him, but could he not deal with a newly enrolled, ringless Soul Scholar like this?

With that thought, two yellow soul rings rose from beneath his feet, and Yu Xiaogang summoned a fat creature that looked neither like a pig nor a dog.

"What are you trying to do?"

Only then did Yan Beifei remember that he was merely a Blue Silver Grass Soul Scholar who had yet to obtain a soul ring—one with no soul rings at all.

Yet Yu Xiaogang could not even be bothered to acknowledge him. "Everyone, step back. Don't get caught in the crossfire later."

Seeing the two yellow Hundred-Year Soul Rings on Yu Xiaogang, how could the gathered students dare remain nearby?

They quickly scattered backward, then watched with rapt attention.

After all, in a tiny place like Notting City, opportunities to witness a Soul Master unleash a hundred-year soul skill up close were rare.

Lin Yuan also retreated with the crowd, watching Yan Beifei with amusement.

"A battle Soul Master must not be insulted. Today, I'll let you taste the power of the so-called Swine Martial Soul from your own mouth." As Yu Xiaogang spoke, he controlled his Swine Martial Soul and aimed its rear at Yan Beifei.

"No... this isn't how it was supposed to go..."

Beads of sweat the size of beans slid down Yan Beifei's forehead. At last, he knew fear.

According to the plot, Yu Xiaogang, this good-for-nothing who always struck hard against those close to him while being weak and helpless before outsiders, who only knew how to hurt the people around him,

should have been questioned by Tang San after Yan Beifei exposed his true face, then pointed at and criticized by the onlookers before running away, shouldn't he?

And Yan Beifei should have gotten to enjoy the thrill of showing off and slapping faces.

That was how all the Douluo Continent fanfics from his previous life were written.

No, he had finally transmigrated here and even had a golden finger. Becoming a god in the future was practically guaranteed. How could he die here?

"Tang San, save—"

Before he could finish the word "me," Yan Beifei saw Tang San staring at him with icy eyes, as though he were looking at a dead man.

Yu Xiaogang had been watching Tang San all along. Seeing that he had no intention of stopping him, he knew he had made the right bet.

Without further hesitation, he waved his hand. The first yellow soul ring on his body flew out and settled around Luo Sanpao as he shouted sharply, "A fart like thunder, Luo Sanpao blasts heaven and splits earth!"

Luo Sanpao's body suddenly swelled into a ball.

At some point, Yu Xiaogang had acquired two masks. He immediately handed one to Tang San and put the other on himself.

Knowing the power of this farting pig, Lin Yuan had fled far away at once and covered his nose and mouth.

At the same time, he silently gave Yu Xiaogang a thumbs-up. Well done, Steel. This is exactly how it should be. Blast him to death with one fart.

If he dies, I can loot the body.

"Yu Xiaogang, just you wait! As long as I survive today, I'll take your dog life someday!"

Seeing that this trash, Yu Xiaogang, was seriously trying to kill him, Yan Beifei wished his parents had given him another pair of legs. He turned and ran for his life.

But with those tiny arms and legs, how could he possibly outrun a fart?

Then came a thunderous boom.

A yellow sphere of light burst from Luo Sanpao's backside.

It engulfed Yan Beifei with the force of ten thousand bolts of lightning.

Blasted by Luo Sanpao's fart, Yan Beifei's body flew through the air like a torn sack, landing more than ten meters away with the back of his head first. Blood dyed the ground red.

He was clearly not going to survive.

Before losing consciousness, a montage flashed through Yan Beifei's mind. In his previous life, he had merely been an ordinary college student. Addicted to the internet, he had ultimately died suddenly and tragically, arriving in this Douluo Continent.

He had also brought along a Record of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality Heavenly Vial figurine that he had bought for several hundred yuan after scrimping and saving. It even came with a magic treasure fragment modeled after something that could conceal the Heavenly Vial, and it could be taken apart.

Put plainly, they were just two pieces of plastic.

But after arriving in Douluo Continent, they had gained abilities identical to the Heavenly Vial Han Li possessed in the mortal realm.

By absorbing moonlight,

it could condense one drop of Creation Heaven-Reaching Dew every seven days.

Not only could it increase the age of vegetation, but it also had astonishing effects on plant-type martial souls.

All he needed to do was add Creation Heaven-Reaching Dew to a bathing tub and soak in it for one night.

It could improve the quality of a martial soul.

Take his martial soul, for instance. It had originally been ordinary Blue Silver Grass, not even comparable to a soul beast.

After bathing in Creation Heaven-Reaching Dew for three consecutive months, his Blue Silver Grass martial soul had risen to the level of a thousand-year Blue Silver Grass soul beast.

That was also why Innate Soul Power had manifested out of nowhere despite his not knowing how to cultivate.

In theory, by nurturing it with Creation Heaven-Reaching Dew, it would take less than ten years to raise his Blue Silver Grass martial soul to the level of a Blue Silver King over fifty thousand years old.

At most, twenty years would be enough to raise it into a Blue Silver Emperor.

And that was without cultivation, because adding soul rings could also improve a martial soul's quality.

If he could attach compatible soul rings to his Blue Silver Grass martial soul, the process could be shortened drastically.

The magic treasure fragment also possessed a concealment effect.

No matter what it covered, it could hide it completely without a trace.

He had thought that with these two items, he could live safely and worry-free for the rest of his life. Who would have thought that merely showing off like the protagonist of a fanfic would get him blasted to death by Yu Xiaogang's fart?

"Xiao Wu, I love you. Zhu Qing, I love you. Rongrong, I love you. Green Pepper, I hate you..."

Those were Yan Beifei's final thoughts.

At the same time,

because Yu Xiaogang had farted Yan Beifei to death, the outside world had already erupted into chaos.

"Ah, someone's been killed..."

Aside from the gatekeeper, all the onlookers were students, and even the oldest among them was no more than twelve.

The moment they saw someone die, they scattered in all directions.

Only a few bolder ones remained, covering their noses as they watched from afar.

Naturally, Lin Yuan was among them. He deliberately put on a terrified, trembling appearance.

Even his body began to shake slightly.

But that was not an act.

He truly was trembling.

Only, it was not from fear.

It was from excitement.

Because he would soon be able to loot the body and open a blind box.

As for the gatekeeper, he had long since been frightened back into his original spot.