Douluo Continent: Possessing Tang San's Body, Inheriting Life and Destruction

The two people and the beast walked through the forest for about half an hour. The surrounding trees became denser and the light grew dimmer.

Just then, a small clearing appeared ahead, with a lone bamboo growing in the center. It was entirely green, pointing straight up to the sky, about four or five meters tall.

Yu Xiaogang pointed to the bamboo and introduced it in a calm tone: "This is a ten-year-old solitary bamboo, which is also a plant-type soul beast. The method for judging the age of a solitary bamboo is very simple: if it is no more than ten meters tall, it is a ten-year-old soul beast; if it is more than ten meters tall, it is a hundred-year-old soul beast."

Tang San walked to the bamboo grove, reached out and grasped the bamboo stalk, squeezing it hard. The bamboo stalk slightly dented under his palm, then bounced back, showing its good resilience, much stronger than ordinary bamboo, but that was all.

"Teacher, shall we hunt down this Guzhu?" Tang San let go of his hand and asked casually.

Yu Xiaogang shook his head: "Not for now. If there's no better option, this will be our only choice. Lonely bamboo itself is tough; while its offensive capabilities aren't strong, its defense is quite good. Attaching it to Blue Silver Grass can increase its resilience to some extent."

Upon hearing this, Tang San's lips twitched slightly.

If there's nothing suitable, then choose this one? A ten-year spirit ring?

A genius with twin martial souls and innate full soul power, his first soul ring is a ten-year-old Guzhu? If word got out, he'd be laughed out of the house. How does this Yu Xiaogang have the nerve to call himself a "master"?

Tang San took a deep breath. He couldn't lose his temper. He had put on this performance for so long; he couldn't let it all go to waste.

"Roar!!!"

Just then, Luo Sanpao's shout suddenly rang out.

Yu Xiaogang immediately realized what was happening and looked in one direction.

By this time, it was completely dark, and faintly, more than a dozen eerie green lights were approaching them.

"It's a Netherworld Wolf." Yu Xiaogang's voice lowered, tinged with tension.

A total of six wolf-shaped soul beasts were slowly approaching Luo Sanpao's direction.

Luo Sanpao's aura seemed to make them somewhat uneasy, and as they approached, they advanced in a semi-circular formation.

Without hesitation, Tang San reached to his waist with his right hand, and a mask appeared in his hand. He deftly put the mask on, ensuring a perfect fit. Then he took out his Vajra Hammer and gripped the handle in his hand.

Yu Xiaogang turned around, intending to give Tang San a few words of advice, but before he could speak, he saw that Tang San had already put on a mask, looking as if he were facing a formidable enemy.

Yu Xiaogang's lips twitched: "Xiao San, why are you wearing a mask?"

There was a subtle unnaturalness in his tone.

"Oh, teacher, the forest is full of poisonous gas, so I'm wearing a mask for protection," Tang San explained earnestly, his voice muffled coming from behind the mask. "Do you want to wear one too?"

Tang San was thinking: I'm afraid you'll suffocate me.

Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaogang was momentarily at a loss for words. Did Xiao San know that Luo Sanpao's attack was just a fart? Impossible, it must be a coincidence; there might indeed be miasma in the forest…

"Oh, I have one myself." Yu Xiaogang simply nodded in the end and took out a mask to put on.

The two exchanged a glance, their eyes carrying a subtle understanding—neither said it aloud, but both knew what was going on.

Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath, fixed his gaze on the Netherworld Wolf again, and shouted in a low voice:

"His farts are like thunder, deafening and earth-shattering!"

Before he finished speaking, Luo Sanpao suddenly turned around, his backside facing the direction of the Netherworld Wolf.

"boom!!!"

A deafening explosion rang out, causing leaves to flutter down from the treetops. A thick cloud of yellow mist shot out from behind Luo Sanpao, rapidly spreading like a mushroom cloud and enveloping all six Nether Wolves in front of him.

The fog was so thick, so yellow, and so foul-smelling that it was truly astonishing.

Tang San subconsciously tightened his mask, his eyes narrowing into slits.

The six Nether Wolves were clearly unprepared for this "biological attack." Their previously cautious formation collapsed instantly, with the lead wolf being thrown to the ground by the shockwave, and the remaining wolves retreating in terror, whimpering.

Their noses are a hundred times more sensitive than humans', so the impact they experience is naturally a hundred times greater. They shook their heads and sneezed frantically, their eerie green eyes even welling with tears.

In less than three breaths, the six Nether Wolves, tails between their legs, disappeared into the darkness without looking back.

The battle ended even faster than Tang San had imagined.

A rare smile appeared on Yu Xiaogang's face. He took out two white radishes from his pocket and casually tossed them to Luo Sanpao. As soon as Luo Sanpao saw the white radishes, he became excited and started chewing them with gusto.

"Does Sanpao only eat white radishes?" Tang San couldn't help but ask.

Yu Xiaogang gave Tang San a bitter look and sighed, "You saw it too, Tang San's attack method is farting. It's a good thing you wore a mask, otherwise you wouldn't be able to stand the smell by now."

"White radish is rarely matched by any other food when it comes to inducing flatulence. With two white radishes, the attack used by the three cannons will be restored in about half an hour."

Upon hearing this, Tang San slowly raised his thumb.

Didn't Yu Xiaogang ever think of feeding it something else? Tang San wondered to himself.

What if we change the food? For example, feeding it the meat of a spirit beast that contains spiritual energy, or a rare and precious herb that can stimulate bloodlines, would it produce other effects?

But Yu Xiaogang was only thinking about farting, and how feeding him white radishes could restore the frequency of farting.

"The mutations of martial souls are truly bizarre and varied." Tang San looked at the purple fat pig and couldn't help but sigh.

Yu Xiaogang remained silent for a moment before speaking: "There are good and bad mutations in martial souls. Mine is a malignant mutation, transforming from the number one beast martial soul in the world, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, into the useless martial soul I am now."

"But teacher, didn't you say that there are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters?" Tang San tilted his head, his face showing the innocent expression unique to children, his tone full of confusion.

These words struck Yu Xiaogang squarely in the chest like an invisible hammer.

"Ah! This...this...this..."

Yu Xiaogang's face flushed red at a visible speed, from his neck all the way to his ears. Yu Xiaogang opened his mouth, wanting to explain something, but quickly realized that he couldn't explain at all.

There are no useless martial spirits, only useless soul masters.

This is a famous quote that Yu Xiaogang often uses to educate others.

Yu Xiaogang stood there dumbfounded, at a loss for what to do, and overwhelmed with shame.

Tang San stood there quietly, tilting his head to look at Yu Xiaogang, his gaze pure and confused, like a child who truly didn't understand but was humbly seeking knowledge.

But only he knew how exhilarated he felt at that moment.

Of course, Tang San's "innocent" expression was flawless. He even blinked, as if waiting for Yu Xiaogang to give him a reasonable explanation.

Yu Xiaogang secretly glanced at Tang San and saw only confusion and expectation on that tender little face, without the slightest hint of mockery or ridicule. He breathed a slight sigh of relief.

The child is still young; it probably didn't mean it. Yu Xiaogang reassured himself. It wasn't sarcasm, it wasn't mockery, it wasn't meant to embarrass me...

"Ahem." Yu Xiaogang cleared his throat, trying to make himself look less disheveled. "Well... Xiao San, you're right. There are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters. That statement... uh... applies to everyone, including myself, of course."

Yu Xiaogang paused, as if encouraging himself: "Although my martial soul is a malignant mutation, I have never given up on researching it. I believe that one day, I will be able to prove my worth."

After saying this, Yu Xiaogang forced a smile, a very eerie smile.

Tang San nodded: "Teacher is right."