Tang San Pole-Vaults into the Divine Realm! Little San, Take Your Teacher with You! Gangzi Trains Hard to Become the Fart God!

"Eighteen stalks?"

"Pole vault?"

"A Soul Skill?"

Tang San's heart leaped into his throat!

Right now, he couldn't care less about that eighteen-stalk pole vault.

What mattered was the Innate Full Soul Power and Twin Martial Souls his teacher had just mentioned!

The thing he feared most had happened after all!

No wonder the livestream hadn't exposed him earlier. It had been waiting for him in this script!

[Elite Livestream Room]

[Bibi Dong: Twin Martial Souls?]

[Flender: ???]

[Flender: Xiaogang! Did I hear that right?!]

[Ning Fengzhi: Twin Martial Souls, and Innate Full Soul Power?]

[Dugu Bo: Interesting. Twin Martial Souls, too. If not for the livestream, I never would've guessed. I wonder what this little fellow's Second Martial Soul is.]

[Dai Mubai: Any sect would put someone with that kind of talent on a pedestal.]

[Ma Hongjun: Tang San really kept that buried deep!]

As Tang San watched the comments scroll by,

his heart sank little by little.

Even though his teacher was explaining himself,

mere suspicion was enough to be deadly. Now the eyes of all Douluo Continent were on an unremarkable work-study student at Notting Academy.

That was no good thing.

[Liu Erlong: I bet it's just a line from the script, not something real.]

[Liu Erlong: Like what he said about absorbing eighteen stalks of Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo. How could that possibly be real?]

[Gu Xingzhou: But Grandmaster looks serious to me, and what he's saying makes a lot of sense?]

[Gu Xingzhou: What if it's true?]

[Gu Xingzhou: Maybe this is his latest theory?]

[Liu Erlong: ???]

[Liu Erlong: Impossible!]

Just as Liu Erlong and Gu Xingzhou were arguing, the ink-wash scroll suddenly lit up.

[A large number of doubts detected!]

[To ensure the program's rigor, deduction mode will now begin!]

[Deduction premise: What if Tang San really absorbed eighteen stalks of Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo...]

[Elite Livestream Room]

[Ning Rongrong: Deduction? It can do that too?]

[Liu Erlong: See? The livestream itself calls this a deduction. That means it's hypothetical. It's a script!]

[Liu Erlong: Xiaogang would never come up with such an outrageous theory.]

[Flender: Ahem. Erlong's right. If this were real, every rule in the Soul Master World would need rewriting.]

[Ma Hongjun: Wouldn't that be even better? We're just here to enjoy the show!]

In the Soul Hunting Forest.

Before Tang San could process his unease at being exposed, his body jolted.

A strange power surged from within him. His Blue Silver Grass seemed to harden, becoming tougher than ever, as though eighteen stalks of Lone Bamboo really had been added to prop up his bones.

He was horrified.

Because that power was real!

But he couldn't open his mouth or post a comment. He could only watch helplessly as his hand reached, beyond his control, toward a stalk of Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo before him and yanked it free.

Then his legs bent, and one end of the bamboo touched the ground.

"First Soul Skill: Pole Vault!"

Whoosh—

Tang San shot straight into the sky like an arrow loosed from its string.

At Notting Academy.

The teachers and students watching the livestream downstairs suddenly heard something slice through the air overhead.

They looked up.

A small figure was springing up from the direction of the Soul Hunting Forest with a bamboo pole, tracing a high arc across the sky.

"Is that... Tang San?"

"He really flew up there?!"

"Wasn't this a deduction?!"

On the scroll, the scene was even clearer.

Tang San landed with a second stalk of Lone Bamboo already in his hand.

"Second Soul Skill: Pole Vault!"

This time, he jumped higher.

The third stalk, the fourth, the fifth...

Eighteen stalks of Lone Bamboo, eighteen pole-vault Soul Skills. Each leap carried him higher than the last, as though every stalk helped him borrow strength from the sky.

He punched through the clouds.

[Ordinary Livestream Room]

[???]

[My god! He really jumped up there!]

[This is a deduction, right? The livestream said it was a deduction!]

[Then it might be an illusion! Besides, with the livestream's divine power, making some of it real would be normal, wouldn't it?]

[Weren't Gangzi and Tang San both teleported directly by the livestream?]

[What's so strange about this?]

[But it's so cool!]

[Do you think there's a chance this could actually work?]

[Should we go dig up a couple stalks of Lone Bamboo and try it?]

[Do you have Twin Martial Souls? Then why are you copying him?]

[Elite Livestream Room]

[Xiao Wu: Wow, Tang San really flew into the sky! I could see him from my dorm window!]

[Ning Rongrong: It really works!]

[Dai Mubai: So he really absorbed eighteen stalks of Lone Bamboo?]

[Flender: Ahem. Perhaps the livestream only lent him that power temporarily for the deduction?]

[Oscar: Brothers, I'm going to buy eighteen stalks of Lone Bamboo right now.]

[Ma Hongjun: +1!]

[Liu Erlong: If one stalk of Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo could send someone into the sky, Soul Masters wouldn't need to cultivate at all!]

[Gu Xingzhou: But if something as miraculous as this livestream exists, why couldn't pole vaulting work?]

[Liu Erlong: ...]

[Ning Rongrong: I think Gu Xingzhou has a point...]

[Ning Fengzhi: Rongrong, your father wants to go cut some bamboo in the Soul Hunting Forest.]

[Ning Rongrong: ???]

[Ning Rongrong: Dad, calm down!]

In the Soul Hunting Forest.

Yu Xiaogang stared upward until his neck went stiff.

His mouth hung open, but no words came out.

He had spent his life studying Martial Soul Theory and combed through Spirit Hall's texts, yet not one had ever mentioned pole vaulting.

And now his own disciple had cleared the clouds in a single leap with a stalk of Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo.

"Impossible..."

"But..."

"If something as miraculous as the livestream can exist, why can't pole vaulting?"

Yu Xiaogang began to doubt himself.

High above the sky.

Tang San had already burst through the clouds.

He had no idea how high he'd jumped. All he knew was that the earth beneath his feet had shrunk to the size of a map, while ahead of him, a golden gate of light was slowly opening at the far end of the sea of clouds.

"Eighteenth Soul Skill: Pole Vault!"

The final stalk of Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo pressed against empty space.

Tang San landed steadily before the golden gate of light.

[Deduction result: Tang San successfully pole-vaulted into the Divine Realm!]

[As the performance has not yet ended, Tang San cannot come back down for now!]

"..."

Tang San stood at the entrance to the Divine Realm, his mind utterly blank.

He had reached the Divine Realm?

Was this really the Divine Realm?

And he had gotten here using eighteen stalks of Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo?

Tang San wanted to go back down, but a sea of clouds stretched ten thousand fathoms beneath his feet, and his body still refused to obey him.

[Ordinary Livestream Room]

[Huh? He really made it into the Divine Realm?!]

[He pole-vaulted into the Divine Realm with Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo!]

[That's insane!]

[Even if it's fake, getting to experience it would be worth it!]

[Damn it, I'm going to dig up some Lone Bamboo right now!]

[First stage of deduction complete!]

[Now entering the second stage of deduction: Yu Xiaogang's script!]

[Script premise: Tang San becomes a god without taking Yu Xiaogang with him...]

In the Soul Hunting Forest.

Yu Xiaogang's body shuddered, and he craned his neck even higher.

At last, he could speak.

But the words weren't the ones he wanted to say.

"Little San!"

"Little San! Your teacher is down here!"

"Take your teacher with you!"

Yu Xiaogang's voice echoed through the bamboo grove, raw and heart-rending, as though he had poured every last ounce of his level-twenty-nine Soul Power into it.

At the entrance to the Divine Realm.

Tang San's body slowly turned. He lowered his gaze to the earth beneath his feet.

He saw that tiny figure looking up at him.

But in the next instant, an indifferent look settled over his face. He turned and stepped through the golden gate of light.

Without once looking back.

[Elite Livestream Room]

[Ma Hongjun: What the hell! He's not taking him?]

[Oscar: That disciple is way too heartless!]

[Xiao Wu: Haha, Tang San! Grandmaster gave you Artificial Respiration this morning!]

[Gu Xingzhou: Tang San isn't that kind of person, is he?]

[Liu Erlong: ...Of course not. This livestream room is awful! It's deliberately driving a wedge between master and disciple.]

[Flender: Xiaogang, don't take it seriously! It's a simulation!]

Meanwhile,

in Soul Hunting Forest.

Yu Xiaogang's body remained beyond his control.

But this time, he couldn't even control his expression.

He watched the gate of light to the Divine Realm slowly close.

The corners of his mouth gradually drooped, and his eyes slowly reddened.

He knew it was a script, but the performance felt so real that his own heart began to ache.

"He's not taking me..."

"He's not taking me..."

He muttered to himself.

Then he slowly lowered his head and looked at the pale-purple Luo Sanpao beside him.

Luo Sanpao lifted his head too, looking at him innocently.

Man and beast stared into each other's eyes.

"Since you won't take your master..."

An inexplicable resolve filled Yu Xiaogang's voice.

"Then your master will go up there himself!"

Soul Hunting Forest.

Yu Xiaogang slowly crouched down.

He bent his knees and spread them outward.

The entire continent had seen this pose the night before last.

Only this time, his hands weren't making victory signs. He pressed them firmly against his knees, his face turning bright red.

Luo Sanpao copied his crouch, muzzle aimed at the ground.

"Fart like thunder, Earth-Shattering Luo Sanpao!"

"I'm going to the Divine Realm!!!"

[Simulation accelerated: Yu Xiaogang began training his farts...]

[Simulation time: Day one.]

Pfft—

A muffled sound rang out.

Dust billowed everywhere, and Yu Xiaogang's body rose half an inch.

He looked up, a blazing light kindling in his eyes.

[Simulation time: Day seven.]

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Bamboo leaves flew wildly through the air, and Yu Xiaogang's body rose a foot off the ground.

[Simulation time: Day thirty.]

Boom!

Yu Xiaogang rose thirty feet off the ground.

His eyes no longer held the look of a pitiful man abandoned by his disciple.

Instead, they held an obsession with the Divine Realm.

[Ordinary Livestream Room]

[???]

[Huh??????]

[Wait... is this right? This can't be right?!]

[Holy fart god!!!]

[Damn, that's Gangzi for you! He never fails to surprise me!]

[That's a teacher for you!]

[This is outrageous! Gangzi's on fire!]

[When it comes to putting on a show, no one can touch him!]

[How can Tang San compete with that?]

[Haha, I'm dying! I have to vote for Gangzi!]

[Elite Livestream Room]

[Liu Erlong: ...Xiaogang, you...]

[Bibi Dong: ...]

[Flender: This livestream room really loves messing with people...]

[Ning Fengzhi: Now they've turned it into a serial drama.]

[Oscar: You know what... it's pretty inspiring.]

[Gu Xingzhou: I'm actually moved!]

[Ma Hongjun: +1!]

[Simulation time: Day three hundred and sixty-five.]

Soul Hunting Forest.

Yu Xiaogang's body was already suspended in midair.

The bamboo forest shrank beneath him, and wind howled past his ears.

Luo Sanpao crouched against his chest, muzzle pointed downward. Each time Yu Xiaogang exerted himself, Luo Sanpao blasted out a billowing stream of purple gas.

Man and beast, like a rocket trailing black smoke, slowly pierced the clouds.

Not a trace of shame remained in his eyes.

Only unshakable determination!

A conviction nothing could break!

At that moment, he saw nothing but that golden gate of light!

Yu Xiaogang tilted his head back and watched the gate draw ever closer!

"Divine Realm!"

"Here I come!!!"