My martial spirit leads me to Earth; I begin by submitting my skills to the Douluo Continent.

Chapter 25 Let's do it, brothers!

In the Soul Hunter Forest, sunlight is filtered through layers of dense tree canopy.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, with only the occasional call of an unknown bird.

Yu Xiaogang walked at the front, hands behind his back, looking unfathomable.

The two generals, red-haired and green-haired, flanked Su Yun from the left and right.

Yellow Hair and Blue Hair were responsible for covering the rear, while Tang San, with his hand on his sleeve arrow, hovered on the flanks of the group, keeping watch.

Suddenly, Yu Xiaogang, who was walking at the front, stopped in his tracks, as if a pause button had been pressed.

He suddenly raised his right hand, spread his fingers and quickly clenched his fist, making a very standard tactical stop gesture.

"Stop. We've made a major discovery."

Everyone felt a chill and immediately stopped.

As the leader, Red Hair reacted the fastest, shouting, "Protect Godfather!"

The four instantly tightened their formation, surrounding Su Yun with him at the core, releasing their martial spirits, and standing back to back facing outwards, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Yu Xiaogang's face was ashen as he slowly squatted down.

Beside an inconspicuous bush, staring at a dark, almost black mass that was even emitting a faint steam—

—Excrement.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, Yu Xiaogang approached the indescribable object.

吸—

He took a deep breath, his nostrils flaring, his brow furrowed, as if analyzing the degree of fermentation through his sense of smell.

"Hmm—it smells a bit sour and rotten, mixed with the taste of berries."

"The taste is wrong!"

The blue-haired guy standing in the back row was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing, laughing so hard that tears streamed down his face.

He frantically patted Red Hair's shoulder while pointing at Yu Xiaogang, laughing so hard he could barely breathe: "Hahahaha! Oh, I can't take it anymore! Big brother, did you hear that? The master thinks this shit tastes wrong! Hahahaha! This is shit! How could it taste right? Did he expect it to taste like strawberries?!"

The master pretended not to hear. He then stretched out the index finger that had just been pointing out the flaws and gently wiped it on the excrement, even rubbing it back and forth to feel its moisture and viscosity.

"this----"

The blond-haired man felt his stomach churning, his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets. He couldn't help but take a half-step back and whisper, "Godfather, does this old man—does he have some kind of weird fetish?"

Su Yun disdainfully pulled an N95 mask from her bag, put it on, and stepped back three meters away. Her voice came through in a muffled tone: "Don't talk nonsense. This is called—well, sacrificing oneself for academics. I guess."

However, what happened next completely shattered everyone's psychological defenses and became a lifelong psychological shadow for everyone present.

Yu Xiaogang remained calm, lightly touching the sample with his fingertip to his tongue, and finally revealed a thoughtful expression.

The entire room fell silent.

Even the birdsong in the woods seemed to stop abruptly at this scene, and the wind itself seemed to freeze.

"vomit--!!!"

The green-haired little brother finally couldn't hold it in any longer. He turned around, leaned against a big tree, and let out a heart-wrenching sound of dry heaving, the kind of sound that would make him vomit up even his dinner from the night before.

Although Hongmao's face was also ashen and the veins on his neck were throbbing, he forced back the acid that was rising in his throat in order to appear as if he had seen it all before in front of Su Yun.

He took a deep breath, gave a thumbs-up with admiration, and his voice trembled: "Amazing! Is this what a master is? Daring to taste even this stuff? No wonder he knows so much! He's ruthless! Too ruthless to himself!"

Tang San, standing to the side, had a frighteningly cold look in his eyes.

His left hand trembled slightly at the cuff of his sleeve, his fingertips already touching the mechanism of the silent sleeve dart. Looking at the middle-aged man who was still savoring the filth in his mouth, Tang San's killing intent grew wildly like weeds.

This person————

Not only did they know the secret of my twin martial souls, but they also acted in such a way—

They are extremely careless about details, and you could even say they are extremely unhygienic!

If he becomes my master in the future, or if he infects me with such filthy habits—

A cold glint flashed in Tang San's eyes.

This person has already found a way to die!

Just as Tang San was pondering whether to shoot the heart from behind or the throat, Yu Xiaogang finally completed his analysis.

He stood up, pulled a dirty handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his mouth, and revealed his signature confident smile, as if he had everything under control.

He stood with his hands behind his back, gazing up at the treetops at a 45-degree angle.

"Based on the taste—cough, based on the analysis of the residual plant fiber and acidity, this is a Void Shadow Rat with a cultivation level of around four hundred years. Moreover, it just left less than five minutes ago."

Yu Xiaogang whirled around, his finger pointing sharply eastward: "It went that way! Full speed ahead! It's within two kilometers! We must intercept it before it finishes digesting!"

Upon hearing that they had a target, Red Hair and the others, though still disgusted by the memory, shouted, "For Godfather! Brothers, charge!"

The group rushed eastward like wolves, kicking up a trail of dust.

Twenty minutes later.

On an open space two kilometers away.

The wind swept away the withered leaves, creating a desolate scene.

Forget about the Void Shadow Rat, I didn't even see a single hair of it.

Only a few crows cawed incessantly on the withered branches, mocking the foolish humans.

"impossible----"

Yu Xiaogang stood in the center of the open space, his face filled with disbelief.

His hands trembled as he looked at the marks on the ground, muttering to himself as he fell into self-doubt.

"Theoretically, it should be right here—its natural tendency is to move towards the sun—my data model is the culmination of thousands of years of experience from the Spirit Hall—how could it be wrong?"

"Could this mouse have mutated? Or has it learned to think in reverse? No, that doesn't make sense!"

Seeing Yu Xiaogang lost in his trance, Su Yun sighed helplessly.

"Alright, Master, stop pretending. It's not shameful to admit that theory sometimes can't beat reality. That bite you just ate—was a waste."

"Godfather, what do we do now? We can't just run around like headless flies, can we?"

Red Hair, panting heavily, asked with a look of despair.

Su Yun did not answer, but simply raised his left hand, the silver storage ring between his fingers emitting a faint glow.

This ring was something Lei Zhan managed to snatch from the hands of those envious physicists in the P4 lab before setting off, despite immense pressure.

Despite those experts clinging to their thighs and lamenting that the formation hadn't been fully analyzed yet.

But in Lei Zhan's eyes, Su Yun was about to venture deep into the perilous Soul Hunter Forest, and survival in the present was the absolute priority, rather than future technological leaps.

To save his life, this ring must be worn on Su Yun's hand.

A low, buzzing sound rang out.