Douluo Continent: Reversing Yin and Yang, the Haotian Palace and the Angel Sect

Yu Xiaogang's lips curled into a smug smile, and he didn't refuse. He stepped forward, and three spirit rings—yellow, yellow, and purple—rose up beneath his feet in succession.

"Come out, Luo Sanpao!"

With a flash of light, Luo Sanpao, now a full size larger than before, appeared in the open space. A dark red line of blood had appeared on his back, faintly exuding a fierce aura.

During this trip to Sunset Forest, influenced by Tang San, Yu Xiaogang didn't seek out traditional dragon or sub-dragon bloodline spirit beasts. Instead, he specifically targeted a 1200-year-old [Rotten Swamp Blood Leech]. This is a lowly spirit beast that spends its days lurking in the mud, feeding on other spirit beasts. Although its bloodline is inferior and repulsive, its greedy devouring nature perfectly matches his current needs.

Yu Xiaogang's eyes narrowed, the millennium purple ring on his body lit up, and he shouted his signature slogan:

"His farts are like a seizure, a dizzying rush of energy from Luo Sanpao!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Sanpao, just like with his previous two soul skills, skillfully turned around, presenting his chubby buttocks to the front. Accompanied by a muffled roar, a thick, dark purple poisonous gas erupted, instantly enveloping the center of the courtyard.

But in the next second, Luo Sanpao's round belly suddenly deflated inward. It abruptly turned its head, opened its mouth, which was not large to begin with, but now stretched to its ears, and sucked in forcefully!

call--!

The dark purple poison gas that had just been released actually turned into a whirlwind vortex and was completely sucked back in by Luo Sanpao!

To outsiders, this seems like a disgusting soul skill.

However, the few potted ornamental plants briefly enveloped by the poisonous gas withered and shriveled the moment the toxic gas spread. Their life force was silently drained, carried away by the gas, and transformed into specks of dark red light that Luo Sanpao swallowed. Immediately afterward, this power flowed back into Yu Xiaogang's body through the connection of their martial souls.

"Wow...what a signature soul skill." Flander tried his best to remain composed.

"Xiao Gang, not only are you releasing poison, but you're also inhaling it back into your lungs!"

Yu Xiaogang put away his martial spirit, adopting a mysterious demeanor, and explained without changing his expression: "This is a method of area control and endurance. By releasing poison gas to paralyze the opponent, and then instantly inhaling, the resulting strong airflow can not only pull the enemy off balance, but also recover most of the released soul power, thereby maintaining prolonged combat on the battlefield."

He concealed the truly deadly "devour" effect. This soul skill with the devour attribute could easily be classified as a fallen soul master. Yu Xiaogang cherished his reputation the most, so he would never let anyone know its true function.

After hearing this explanation, several teachers around him offered their congratulations and marveled at the novelty of the skill.

No one noticed that Tang San, standing at the back of the crowd, glanced at the few withered trees and a deep smile flashed in his eyes. The master and disciple were now completely bound together.

On the surface, Yu Xiaogang stood with his hands behind his back, adopting the air of a profound and unfathomable master, and nodded slightly in response. But in reality, deep in his eyes, there was a sense of resentment.

This soul skill's actual effect is nowhere near as amazing as Tang San's soul skill.

On the way back after obtaining the spirit ring in Sunset Forest, Yu Xiaogang secretly tried out this spirit skill on several ten-year-old wind baboons and Guzhu. The result greatly disappointed him. Luo Sanpao opened his mouth wide and sucked for a long time, and those ten-year-old spirit beasts were indeed drained, but the feedback he received from his body was pitifully small. The trace of impure energy that fell into his meridians didn't even make a splash.

Initially, Yu Xiaogang suspected that his Luo Sanpao mutated, useless martial soul's foundation was too poor, leading to a low conversion rate. However, he quickly dismissed this idea. Tang San's Blue Silver Grass was also a recognized useless martial soul, so why was Tang San's Devouring ability so domineering?

Ultimately, it comes down to the quality of the spirit rings.

Yu Xiaogang secretly calculated in his heart. The Soul-Devouring Yin Fiend Wolf that Tang San absorbed was not only old, but also a top-tier evil soul beast. On the other hand, his own Rotten Swamp Blood Leech was only 1,200 years old, and its quality was even lower.

However, the most crucial difference lies in the objects absorbed!

The power Tang San extracted that night came from an 86th-level offensive-type Soul Douluo! What immense blood and vitality that was! Meanwhile, he could only stare blankly at a low-level Soul Beast that was only a dozen years old. The difference between them was like heaven and earth.

Having tasted the sweetness of breaking through level 30 overnight, Yu Xiaogang simply couldn't tolerate the snail's pace of slowly hunting down low-level soul beasts for their meager energy. He needed more powerful "nourishment."

Yu Xiaogang turned his head and his gaze fell on Flander, who was laughing heartily. Then he glanced at Liu Erlong, who was not far away and had just been able to get out of bed and walk around, but whose face was still a little pale.

Flander is a level 78 agility-type Soul Saint, and Liu Erlong is a level 78 power-type Soul Saint. If they could extract power from each other, it would be enough to advance their cultivation level further.

Once this greed takes root, it grows wildly in the heart like a poisonous weed.

But Yu Xiaogang knew this was no easy task. He couldn't simply walk up to his old friends and demand to absorb their life force. If he made such a depraved request in his own name, even if Flander was sentimental, he would definitely turn against him and might even suppress him on the spot as a fallen soul master.

"Unless there is a perfectly legitimate reason that they cannot refuse."

Yu Xiaogang lowered his head, pretending to be deep in thought, but his brain was racing. If he couldn't take direct action, he would have to use the guise of "healing" or "martial soul fusion skill experiment" to secretly extract the essence.

However, until then, his most reliable source of energy remains Titan.

He had to find a way to get Tang San to continue using that blindly loyal patriarch of the Power Clan. This was not only to provide for Tang San's cultivation, but also so that he, as Tang San's teacher, could continue to get a share of the profits under the guise of "protector."

The current situation provides Yu Xiaogang with a perfect excuse.

The day before Yu Xiaogang returned, Shrek Academy faced a fierce battle in the preliminary rounds of the All-Continent Elite Tournament for Advanced Soul Master Academies: against Elephant Armor Academy.

Because Tang San violated the rules by using the Zhuge Crossbow in the first match, Bishop Salas of the Spirit Hall issued a strict order: any further violation would result in immediate disqualification. This effectively shut down the Shrek Academy team's hidden weapons.

Facing a team comprised entirely of members from the Elephant Armor Academy, all of whom possessed Diamond Mammoth armor and weighed over 300 pounds, the Shrek team found themselves in a tough battle.

Because Xiao Wu was still seriously injured and unable to participate, Tang San had no choice but to send all the remaining team members onto the stage. Without the ability to break through their defenses with hidden weapons, the Shrek Academy's heavily armored troops advanced flawlessly, and the Shrek team was forced to retreat steadily.