With that, Yan Beifei turned to Tang San.
“Tang San, whatever you do, don’t take this useless man as your teacher.”
“All he’ll do is use you as a test subject to prove those theories of his—who knows where he copied them from and how much he pieced together himself.”
“All just to satisfy his pathetic little ego.”
“Clap, clap, clap.”
Yu Xiaogang applauded slowly.
“Good.
Very good.”
“Since you know so much, let me teach you one final lesson.”
“What lesson?”
Yan Beifei was stunned.
“Before you have enough strength, never try to provoke someone stronger than you.”
Yu Xiaogang had clearly developed a murderous intent toward Yan Beifei.
He had waited for more than a decade.
He had finally encountered a genius with twin martial souls like Tang San.
Yet this brat had publicly humiliated him in front of Tang San and everyone else.
If Yu Xiaogang didn’t retaliate, there was no way Tang San would still become his disciple.
He couldn’t afford to wait another twenty years.
Even if he found another genius after waiting that long, he wouldn’t have enough time left to raise them.
He couldn’t deal with soul masters of the same rank or stronger who had bullied and mocked him.
But surely he could deal with a Soul Warrior who had just entered the academy.
With that thought, two yellow soul rings rose from beneath Yu Xiaogang’s feet.
He summoned a fat creature that looked neither quite like a pig nor a dog.
“What are you trying to do?”
Only now did Yan Beifei remember that he was merely a Blue Silver Grass Soul Warrior who hadn’t even obtained a single soul ring.
Yu Xiaogang didn’t even bother answering him.
“Everyone, back away.
I don’t want any innocent people getting caught up in this.”
Seeing the two yellow 100-year soul rings around Yu Xiaogang, how could the students watching dare to remain nearby?
They scattered in all directions.
But instead of leaving, they watched intently from a safe distance.
After all, in a small place like Nuoding City, opportunities to watch a soul master release 100-year soul skills at such close range were rare.
Lin Yuan also retreated with the crowd, looking at Yan Beifei with amusement.
“A battle soul master cannot be insulted.”
Yu Xiaogang controlled his pig-like martial soul and turned its rear toward Yan Beifei.
“Today, I’ll let you experience the power of the so-called pig martial soul you were mocking.”
“No…
This isn’t how it was supposed to go…”
Cold sweat the size of beans rolled down Yan Beifei’s forehead.
He was finally afraid.
According to the usual plot, Yu Xiaogang was a useless man who always attacked those close to him while being cowardly toward outsiders.
After having his true nature exposed, shouldn’t he have been questioned by Tang San, mocked by the spectators, and then fled?
Then Yan Beifei would get to enjoy the pleasure of showing off and slapping everyone in the face.
That was how the Douluo fanfics of his previous life had always been written.
No!
He had finally transmigrated into this world.
He even had a cheat.
Becoming a god in the future was practically guaranteed.
How could he possibly die here?
“Tang San, save—”
Before he could finish shouting, Yan Beifei saw Tang San looking at him coldly.
That gaze was as if he were looking at a dead man.
Yu Xiaogang had been watching Tang San the entire time.
Seeing that Tang San had no intention of stopping him, he knew that he had made the right bet.
He immediately stopped hesitating.
With a wave of his hand, the first yellow soul ring around his body flew out and wrapped itself around Luo Sanpao.
Yu Xiaogang shouted,
“Break the wind like striking thunder, rumble the heavens and split the earth, Luo Sanpao!
Luo Sanpao’s body suddenly swelled into a ball.
At some point, Yu Xiaogang had produced two masks.
He immediately handed one to Tang San and put the other over his own face.
Lin Yuan knew exactly how powerful this fart pig was.
He immediately retreated as far as possible and covered his nose and mouth.
At the same time, he secretly gave Yu Xiaogang a thumbs-up in his heart.
‘Well done, Yu Xiaogang.’
‘That’s exactly how you do it.’
‘Blast him to death with one fart.’
‘Once he’s dead, I can loot him.’
“Yu Xiaogang, just you wait!”
“As long as I survive today, I’ll kill you one day!”
When he realized that Yu Xiaogang was actually serious, Yan Beifei desperately wished his parents had given him another pair of legs.
He turned around and ran for his life.
But with his tiny arms and legs, how could he possibly outrun a fart?
A thunderous explosion suddenly rang out.
A yellow barrier abruptly burst from Luo Sanpao’s rear.
The terrifying blast engulfed Yan Beifei like a thunderbolt from the heavens.
Under the force of Luo Sanpao’s fart, Yan Beifei’s body was flung through the air like a torn sack.
He flew more than ten meters before landing headfirst.
Blood immediately stained the ground.
He was clearly not going to survive.
Before losing consciousness, images from his past life flashed through Yan Beifei’s mind.
In his previous life, he was just an ordinary college student.
Because he was addicted to the internet, he eventually died suddenly from overwork and exhaustion, bringing him to the Douluo Continent.
He had also brought something with him.
It was a model of the Palm Heaven Bottle from A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality, which he had painstakingly saved hundreds of yuan to buy.
The model even came with a detachable replica of the magical artifact fragment that could conceal the Palm Heaven Bottle.
To put it bluntly, it was just two pieces of plastic.
Yet after arriving in Douluo Continent, he gained an ability identical to Han Li’s Palm Heaven Bottle during his time in the mortal realm.
By absorbing moonlight, it could condense a drop of Fortune-Soaring Dew every seven days.
The dew could not only increase the age of vegetation but also had incredible effects on plant-type martial souls.
All he had to do was add a drop of Fortune-Soaring Dew to a bathtub and soak in it for an entire night.
It would improve the quality of his martial soul.
Take his martial soul, for example.
It had originally been nothing more than ordinary Blue Silver Grass, not even a soul beast.
But after continuously bathing in Fortune-Soaring Dew for three months, his Blue Silver Grass martial soul had reached a level equivalent to a 100-year Blue Silver Grass.
That was also why he had somehow developed innate soul power despite not knowing how to cultivate it.
With the Fortune-Soaring Dew accelerating its growth, theoretically, he only needed less than ten years to raise his Blue Silver Grass martial soul to the level of a Blue Silver King.
At most twenty years, he could raise it to the level of the Blue Silver Emperor.
And that was without even cultivating.
After all, adding soul rings could also improve the quality of a martial soul.
If he could give his Blue Silver Grass martial soul suitable soul rings, the process could be shortened dramatically.
Even the magical artifact fragment possessed a concealing effect.
No matter what he covered with it, it could make the object completely disappear from sight.
He had originally thought that with these two treasures, he could live a peaceful and worry-free life.
Who could have imagined that simply imitating the protagonist of a fanfic and showing off would result in him being farted to death by Yu Xiaogang?
“Xiao Wu, I love you…”
“Zhu Qing, I love you…”
“Rongrong, I love you…”
“Qing Jiao, I hate you…”
Those were Yan Beifei’s final thoughts.
At the same time, the outside world had already erupted into chaos because Yu Xiaogang had farted Yan Beifei to death.
“Ah!
Someone’s been killed!”
Apart from the gatekeeper, everyone watching was a student.
The oldest among them was no more than twelve.
The moment they saw someone had died, they scattered in panic.
Only a few particularly bold students remained, covering their noses while watching from a distance.
Lin Yuan was naturally among them.
He deliberately put on a terrified expression.
His body even began trembling slightly.
Except it wasn’t an act.
He was genuinely trembling.
Just not from fear.
He was trembling from excitement.
Because he was about to loot the corpse and open his mystery box.
As for the gatekeeper, he had long since been so frightened that he had retreated into the gatehouse.
End of Chapter