Gangzi: Watch closely, Little San. This fart is going to be glorious!

[666, there's even a battle of gods!!]

[Then let's fight!]

[Why is this so thrilling?]

[Watching gods fight for the first time has made me give up on becoming one.]

[+1.]

[If that's what being a god means, I'll stick to being a Soul Master.]

[Don't let children watch something this inappropriate!]

[My kid doesn't even want to awaken a Martial Soul anymore.]

[That's a good thing. At least yours is better than mine. My kid actually said, "Dad, when I grow up, I want to be a Fart God too!"]

[Damn, Gangzi is a menace!]

[You think that's bad?]

[My wife wants me to absorb a Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo...]

[???]

[Huh?]

[Does your wife want a god for a husband?]

[No, she's not that ambitious. She just remembers something Gangzi said.]

[What did he say?]

[The defining trait of Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo is its toughness...]

[???]

[666, your wife has given us an idea.]

[That's the proper use for Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo!]

[I don't know if it'll get me to the Divine Realm, but if absorbing Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo really makes me tougher, I can be a god once every day!]

[Only once???]

The conversation in the Ordinary Livestream Room veered further and further off course.

Viewers in the Elite Livestream Room could read the comments from the Ordinary Livestream Room too. Quite a few were itching to act, reassessing the value of Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo.

Meanwhile,

Tang San's next move undoubtedly gave them some inspiration for putting it to use.

Tang San bellowed, "First Soul Skill: Lone Bamboo Pole Vault!"

He launched himself into a pole vault, flew over Yu Xiaogang's head in an instant, and landed steadily behind him.

"Heh, Little San. You're still too young."

"To think you'd stand behind the Fart God."

The corner of Yu Xiaogang's mouth curled up.

"Watch closely, Little San. This fart is going to be glorious!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Xiaogang and Luo Sanpao both turned red in the face, almost at the same instant.

This...

This would undoubtedly be a stinker unlike any before it.

But if Tang San dared appear behind the Fart God's backside, how could he possibly be unprepared?

He had already conjured two incomparably tough stalks of Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo.

"Self-Created Soul Skill! Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo Strike!"

Before Tang San had even finished speaking... the two stalks shot toward the Fart Gods at tremendous speed!

Yu Xiaogang and Luo Sanpao had no time to react.

Never in their wildest dreams had they imagined Tang San would fight so dirty!

He had blocked their cannon barrels before they could fire! Worse still—

If Yu Xiaogang had not already become a god, if the force of his fart had not been powerful enough to reach the Divine Realm,

he and Luo Sanpao would probably have been skewered by now. Even so, the blow left them screaming without end!

"Aaaah—"

Yu Xiaogang and Luo Sanpao screamed together, their cries tragic, agonized, and seemingly endless!

"Tang San, how could you use such a despicable trick!!!"

"You'll get what's coming to you!!!!"

Yu Xiaogang lay facedown, his cheek pressed against the tiles of the Divine Realm, tears spilling from the corners of his eyes...

Pain!

Such terrible pain!

Pain that pierced him to the bone!

There was no doubt about it.

He had lost this battle completely!

The script was fake, but the power of godhood was real. The pain... that was real too!!

[Hiss...]

[That must have hit a very sensitive spot...]

[I'm crying just thinking about it.]

[I can almost feel it!]

[That move of Tang San's was nasty!]

[But it also proves one thing...]

[Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo really is tough!!!]

[You can't go wrong absorbing it!]

[Holy shit, I can't wait any longer!]

[If I wait any longer, there really won't be any Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo left!]

[My wife has already said I'm not allowed back in bed until I've absorbed one.]

[Elite Livestream Room]

[Liu Erlong: This livestream room has gone too far!]

[Liu Erlong: How could it do this?]

[Liu Erlong: Xiaogang must be in so much pain!]

[Flender: I don't even dare imagine it... But Xiaogang should have divine power. Even if something happened, the livestream room could surely heal him...]

[Ma Hongjun: Heal him...?]

[Ma Hongjun: I've suddenly had a bold idea...]

[Zhao Wuji: Then you'd better keep it to yourself.]

[Oscar: I know what you mean.]

[Dai Mubai: +1.]

[Xiao Wu: What are you all talking about?]

[Gu Xingzhou: I don't get it either~]

[This fan-created livestream has concluded successfully!]

[The simulation theater has ended. The performers will return to their pre-performance states.]

The instant Yu Xiaogang's power returned to its former state,

the pain from the Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo Strike vanished from his body. But in his mind, it still hurt...

His first time was gone forever, just like that.

But that was not what concerned him most right now.

Because the instant his divine power disappeared, he felt an immense sense of loss...

Becoming a god...

It was something he had never dared dream of, yet the livestream room had just made it happen...

He might only have been a Fart God, but he had still stood above ordinary mortals.

Now,

he had fallen from the altar of godhood. The vast gulf between then and now was almost unbearable.

So his thoughts were not on Tang San at all. He knew Tang San had not acted of his own free will. Though he felt some resentment, he did not truly blame him.

What occupied his mind now was something far more important...

Namely,

was the path the livestream room had shown him real?

Could he truly become a god by farting?

Should he... try?

"..."

Tang San watched his teacher, wanting to speak but hesitating. He wanted to apologize, to comfort his master, but before he could open his mouth,

the ink-wash scroll suddenly refreshed its announcement:

[The voting phase begins now!]

[Everyone, please cast your Popularity Votes!]

[Rest assured, this vote is completely anonymous and cannot be traced!]

[You must vote within one minute. Failure to do so will count as an abstention.]

[The livestream room will tally the Popularity Votes cast!]

[The countdown begins now...]

[Finally, it's time to vote!]

[Honestly, I was definitely going to give my vote to Gangzi!]

[But Tang San was great too. He was endlessly entertaining!]

[Or should we keep voting for Gangzi and let him suffer a little more?]

[Are you stupid? If you vote for Gangzi, won't he get a reward?]

[???]

[666, you really want Gangzi to suffer just a tiny bit, huh!]

[If even a good-for-nothing like Gangzi gets a reward, won't he break through to level thirty at fifty?]

[What if he actually becomes a god? Wouldn't that make us the real clowns and failures?]

[So we should give it to Tang San instead?]

[At least Tang San has Innate Full Soul Power and Twin Martial Souls. His Blue Silver Grass isn't truly useless. Even without a reward, he's bound to go far. A reward from the livestream room would just be icing on the cake.]

[But Gangzi is different! Gangzi really is a good-for-nothing!]

In the Elite Livestream Room, Liu Erlong fumed as she read the discussion in the Ordinary Livestream Room!

[Liu Erlong: How can these people be so cruel!!]

[Liu Erlong: Xiaogang has suffered enough, and they still can't bear to see anything good happen to him!]