Feng Xiaotian, How Can You Sleep at Your Age?

Gangzi gazed gloomily at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle.

A powerful stench lingered in his nostrils, yet his expression remained unchanged.

Truth be told, he was already getting a little used to the feeling...

Ignoring everyone's strange looks, Gangzi went to a corner to change his pants. These incidents had happened so often that he had stocked fifty pairs of pants in his Storage Soul Tool, just in case.

Gangzi clasped his hands behind his back as though nothing had happened, the hem of his black-and-white Academic Robe fluttering in the wind.

"Finally, rank thirty!"

Even Gangzi's voice trembled. From now on, nobody could call him a piece of trash who had passed fifty before reaching rank thirty!

"Congratulations, Teacher." Tang San glanced at Luo Sanpao, who looked utterly exhausted, his skin even appearing somewhat shriveled, and inwardly mocked Gangzi for being an idiot.

Now they had to find soul rings for both Tang San and Gangzi.

Gangzi's third soul ring came from a Lightning Skunk. Though he regretted that Luo Sanpao had not evolved into a Golden Sacred Dragon, at least he had broken through to rank thirty.

Tang San had recommended the Lightning Skunk to Gangzi. Not only did this soul beast possess lightning abilities like those of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, but it could also strengthen Luo Sanpao's farting abilities.

Gangzi found nothing wrong with Tang San's reasoning, so he absorbed the soul ring.

His third soul skill was called "Farts Like Explosive Diarrhea, Heaven-Shaking Earth-Splitting Luo Sanpao."

Its effect was that Luo Sanpao no longer blasted out mere farts. Mixed in with them was poop with lightning effects.

Honestly, even Toji would not dare take Gangzi's attack head-on. It was just too fucking disgusting.

It truly was an ant countering an elephant.

Not long