Passing gas—for a cultivator, it's a trivial thing. As long as one possesses true essence or mana, they can do it effortlessly. But while farting is easy, farting well, delivering a fart that echoes through the ages—that, as far as Si Kong Zhaixing is concerned, is anything but simple. To achieve such a feat requires absolute unity of mind and breath, and the will to guide the qi freely.
Only then can one fart so violently that the heavens quake and the sun and moon are shaken.
Ever since the time he flattened the Green Emperor with a single fart during the First Martial Arts Tournament Under Heaven, Si Kong Zhaixing had discovered a strange awakening within himself—an awakened Life Aperture (命窍) known as the:
"Fart Emperor Life Aperture (屁皇命窍)"
He never dared to speak of this strange awakening, but in secret, he trained it diligently every day, tempering its power. All for this moment—for the day he would once again face the Green Emperor, armed with his ultimate trump card.
Just seeing the Green Emperor again, after so long resenting him in his heart, swept away all hesitation. Si Kong Zhaixing spun around and pointed his butt straight at the dog.
"Fart Emperor Life Aperture—Five-Spice Arhat Fart!!"
"Witness my world-shattering flatulence!!"
With a twisted expression, Si Kong Zhaixing let out a mighty shout.This was no ordinary gas. It was qi of the heavens.
BOOM!!
From his rear erupted a thunderous blast. A colorful cloud of gas burst out, no longer invisible, but five distinct streams, interwoven and vivid. These merged into the shimmering golden form of an Arhat, surrounded by five-colored light, a radiant illusion of rising elemental forces. It looked practically alive.
The moment it appeared, it lunged straight for the Green Emperor.
From the Arhat's body radiated five bizarre, terrifying scents. Each individual scent, by itself, was surprisingly pleasant, even intoxicating. But merged together? The result was a stench so vile, so revolting, that it seemed to defy the laws of nature.
The Five-Spice Arhat clashed with the Green Emperor's emerald flames. As though intelligent, it launched a powerful Arhat Fist, attempting to smash the flames apart. But the green fire was illusory—phasing straight through the Arhat and continuing toward Si Kong Zhaixing.
Still, the Arhat didn't stop. Guided by its momentum, it reached the Green Emperor. A sinister smile twisted across its golden face. The five gases within it began to swirl and fuse completely.
Then—A horrifying scene unfolded.
The Five-Spice Arhat exploded in a blinding burst of color.
BOOOOM!!
The blast was louder than thunder, packed with raw destructive force and infused with the power of an Arhat. It was no weaker than a full-strength strike from a cultivator at the Life Aperture realm—and possibly even more destructive.
"AAAAH! IT STINKS! My nose!!"
Two simultaneous screams echoed through the air.
The Green Emperor's body was shielded by a green watery membrane. The explosion blew it apart, but the shield spared him from any direct damage. Still, a second later, he let out a pained howl, clutching his nose and going rigid. Then he collapsed to the ground, vomiting violently.
Everything he'd eaten came spewing out in a wave of gut-wrenching nausea. He rolled on the ground, retching as if trying to vomit up his soul.
He looked like he'd rather die than endure this torment.
As for Si Kong Zhaixing, his cries were no less tragic. The Green Emperor's green fire had pierced through the Arhat and landed directly on his butt, setting his pants ablaze. Even though he channeled protective energy immediately, the Green Flame was so aggressive it still seared through to his flesh.
But somehow, the red underwear he was wearing released a red glow that helped block some of the fire. Though it couldn't completely shield him, it prevented total devastation.
Red underwear. Against green fire. A fight for survival.
"AAAAH! MY BUTT'S ON FIRE!"
He screamed and ran wildly, dropping his butt to the ground to extinguish the flames in the dirt. But the moment he sat—he sprang back up.
It was too hot. The pain was indescribable. Sitting felt like falling onto needles.
SPLASH SPLASH SPLASH!
He frantically slapped Water Talisman Seals onto his behind, each one forming a water sphere. But the Green Fire was strange—the water had no effect. None at all.
"DISGUSTING! That's too foul! That smell is poison!"
"You foul-farting freak! Fart demon! I'll never forgive you!"
The Green Emperor rolled across the ground, foaming at the mouth.The combined stink of the Five-Spice Arhat Fart wasn't merely bad—it was soul-corrupting.
Meanwhile, Si Kong Zhaixing had no time to celebrate. He howled:
"Don't think a little Green Fire can defeat me. Watch my next divine technique—Chrysanthemum Sky-Severing Fart!! (菊花天残屁)"
He let out a fierce roar, face twisted with determination.
POOF!
A light hiss escaped his rear, and from it sprayed a bright orange mist. Within this mist, a radiant chrysanthemum flower bloomed—a surreal illusion of blossoming petals. Then—
BOOM!!
The flower exploded. Petals scattered like snow in all directions. Each carried a strange, unbearable stench. Though they floated like feathers, each one was sharp as a blade.
The detonation knocked away the Green Fire, finally clearing the flames from his backside. It was a fart versus fire battle—and fart had won.
"SO GROSS!!"
"Sweet… yet rotten. I feel sick."
"Retreat! Everyone fall back! That man is using biochemical warfare!!"
Down below, the watching Minotaurs caught a whiff.One sniff was all it took.
Their faces turned black. Bodies shook. Then, one by one, they began vomiting uncontrollably. Some coughed up bile. Others collapsed, twitching.
Fear filled their eyes.
"AAAH! MY BUTT!!"
Though the chrysanthemum blast had freed him, Si Kong Zhaixing's pain hadn't lessened. He could feel the flesh of his buttocks charred. If he took off his underwear now, it'd be like looking at roasted meat. He didn't even dare.
From the sky, a Three-Eyed Race expert had been closing in. But the moment he witnessed the farts of doom, his body froze midair, then instinctively flew backwards several meters.
He glared at Si Kong Zhaixing with visible disgust—and clear fear.
"Thank the heavens I wasn't caught behind him. I'd never live it down. These fart techniques are too terrifying."
Just imagining it sent a chill down his spine.
"I'LL KILL YOU!!"
The Green Emperor had finally recovered, eyes filled with murderous rage.But just as he lunged—
"SAVE ME!! Fellow Daoist Yi!! Yi Tianxing!! Control your damned dog!! I have intelligence! Important information!"
Si Kong Zhaixing screamed desperately, his gaze turning to Yi Tianxing.
He knew—only Yi Tianxing could possibly restrain the Green Emperor. Not even his ultimate Fart Path divine arts could bring the dog to heel.
Worse yet—he could feel it coming again. His hand was losing control.
"Damn it… you can't strike the Green Emperor. Hitting him is just asking for disaster…"
He laughed bitterly inside.
SWOOSH!
Star-Stealing Hand!! (摘星手)
Without warning, his right hand flew out.
Not to attack an enemy—but to strip himself.
The legendary Star-Stealing Hand, a divine technique of unparalleled thievery, had stolen—his own clothes.
"Red under|wear!!"
The Green Emperor froze at the sight. Then burst into hysterics.
"Red under|wear! A grown man! And a red belly wrap! You're too much! A fart demon in red panties—how am I supposed to take this seriously?!"
He howled with laughter, rolling on the ground in convulsions.
Even Yi Tianxing couldn't keep a straight face. His eye twitched.
This was truly a catastrophe. Not just stinky—it was visually traumatic.
Eye-burning levels of madness.
Even Jia Xu and the others looked utterly disturbed.
They wanted to laugh—but just couldn't.
It felt like their souls had been stabbed.