Since this Luo Sanpao can reduce the consumption of Big Wet's soul power by eating food, what if it keeps eating—could that actually increase Big Wet's soul power?
No idea if Big Wet, having lived so many years, ever thought to try that.
If regular food is too low-quality, what if they found a food-type Soul Master and tried food specially made by them—would the effect be better?
If this kind of experiment works, wouldn't that be a cheat code for cultivation? Just eat and get stronger.
Considering that pigs, by nature, are basically eating machines, the development direction of this Martial Soul makes some logical sense.
Still, Xiao Yan couldn't wrap his head around it—how the hell did Big Wet cultivate all these years? He ended up with a Martial Soul that farts?!
And he's trying to teach others when his own Martial Soul is a disaster?
No wonder he studied Blue Silver Grass so hard and could only come up with a control-type path.
"Roro, roro, roro…"
A series of urgent squeals suddenly rang out. The bitterness in Yu Xiaogang's eyes was instantly replaced with a cold gleam as he cautiously looked off into the distance.
Everything around them fell silent. A faint rustling sound clearly reached Xiao Yan's ears.
There was a trace of blood in the air.
It wasn't strong—almost sweet-smelling—but Xiao Yan wasn't unfamiliar with it.
This smell came from poison. Judging by the acridness, it wasn't just any poison—it was seriously nasty.
Yu Xiaogang's right hand moved fast. He formed seals with both hands and activated his Soul Skill.
This time, he transferred both of his Soul Rings to Luo Sanpao, his eyes staying locked on the direction of the rustling noise.
"Didn't expect tonight to be this eventful."
Xiao Yan had already turned toward the sound. With his Purple Demon Eye activated, his enhanced vision cut straight through the darkness.
In the distance, he saw a dark green, triangular snake head rise from the grass. Two ruby-like eyes locked in on him.
This thick, long venomous snake was clearly being held back by the Snake Repelling Powder, not daring to come closer.
"Scared to come closer?" Xiao Yan helpfully pointed at the soul beast. "Big Wet, the soul beast is right there!"
He wanted to see what kind of trump card Big Wet had. Who tries a Possession Technique with just Soul Level 29?
The threat was near, but Yu Xiaogang had no time to wonder how Xiao Yan could see what even he, a Soul Master, couldn't.
He quickly pulled a firestarter from his Soul Tool and threw it in the direction Xiao Yan pointed.
The firestarter ignited mid-air, casting a light across a hundred meters.
In that brief flicker of flame, Yu Xiaogang finally saw the snake.
"A Mandrake Snake?! What the hell is a beast like that doing on the outskirts of the Soul Hunting Forest?" He gasped. "Please be only ten years old…"
Hiss hiss, hiss hiss—the Mandrake Snake, seemingly angered by the fire, raised its triangular head and hissed threateningly at Luo Sanpao.
But the Snake Repelling Powder still lingered in the air. The Mandrake Snake didn't immediately attack.
Yu Xiaogang's fists clenched. His voice grew grim:
"Xiao Yan, we need to be careful. This snake's venom is extremely strong. Not only does it paralyze, but it destroys nerve tissue. Among poison-type soul beasts, it's one of the worst.
It's also incredibly tough—regular weapons can't pierce its hide. Only its mouth and eyes are weak spots, and it guards those fiercely.
Its aggression is insane. It attacks nearly all humans it encounters, moves extremely fast, and is powerful.
The powder might not hold it off for long—it's just waiting for an opening."**
Xiao Yan didn't find it scary at all. The Mandrake Snake might be large, but with his deadly hidden weapons, taking it down would be easy.
"Let me teach you a theory:
More rings and more bones? Go hard—hit them like a wave.
Fewer rings and bones? Run like hell.
Rings mean Soul Rings, bones mean Soul Bones. I'll explain bones later.
Point is—if you clearly outclass your opponent in rings and bones, attack full force and crush them.
If you're outmatched, don't hesitate—run. Survival trumps pride every time. If this snake is a ten-year one, we fight. If it's a hundred-year beast—we run."
After the lecture, Yu Xiaogang gave the command to attack.
"Thunderous Fart! Earth-shattering Luo Sanpao!"
The yellow Soul Ring glowed. Luo Sanpao sucked in air wildly and launched into the air like a balloon.
Even though it had just eaten a white radish, it hadn't recovered from its previous attack on the Ghost Wolf, and could only attack twice.
With a thunderous BOOM, its massive fart exploded like a cannon blast.
Despite its speed, the Mandrake Snake got hit hard by the wide-area attack and was sent flying, smashing into a thick tree.
"Run!"
Yu Xiaogang only needed one look at the snake's size to make up his mind—run.
The snake's length suggested it was close to four meters—about 400 years old.
No way could a Level 29 Soul Master like him handle that—not with a Martial Soul like Luo Sanpao.
Xiao Yan still didn't make a move. He was waiting for Big Wet to show his trump card.
So he turned and ran.
Xiao Yan kept pace easily with Yu Xiaogang, maintaining equal speed.
As they ran, Xiao Yan glanced back and saw the Mandrake Snake gaining fast—and looking completely unharmed. This just got more interesting.
Though chubby, Luo Sanpao could move. It trailed Yu Xiaogang closely, big watery eyes full of terror.
"Smoke Fart! Sleep-inducing Luo Sanpao!"
While sprinting, Yu Xiaogang fired off another ultimate move.
Luo Sanpao leapt into the air, expanded like a balloon, and released a huge burst of yellow gas, creating a smoke barrier behind them.
Yu Xiaogang's two Soul Rings gave Luo Sanpao thunder and sleep-inducing effects.
He'd now used both.
Xiao Yan noted that this was the third attack—Luo Sanpao had fired all three "cannons."
Big Wet, are you still going to keep hiding?
The Mandrake Snake passed through the yellow gas unaffected. As a top-tier poison-type beast, it had serious resistance.
Xiao Yan noticed that after firing the third fart, Luo Sanpao's body had shrunk a lot.
The Soul Rings had also returned to Yu Xiaogang's body.
Yu Xiaogang pushed his soul power to the limit, speeding up, trying to outrun the snake.
Xiao Yan calmly followed, wondering—Mandrake Snake's about to catch up. Still no trump card?
Damn, this guy had real patience.
Yu Xiaogang, however, was betting on the snake giving up. It usually had low patience. If it didn't catch prey soon, it should leave.
But this one… was especially persistent.
It was closing in fast…
Still no move? Xiao Yan could tell Big Wet was running out of energy and soul power—he couldn't last much longer.
Just then, Yu Xiaogang shouted:
"Sanpao, block it!"
At his command, the chubby Luo Sanpao turned around and charged at the snake.
Seeing such a tasty meal, the Mandrake Snake opened its bloody mouth and bit down hard on Luo Sanpao's leg.
"Roro~ Roro~" Luo Sanpao let out a terrified scream.
Yu Xiaogang waved his hands. Luo Sanpao's body turned into purple light and reentered his body.
"That's it? You just fed it a fat pig?" Xiao Yan was dumbfounded.
What's more—Xiao Yan sharply noticed that when that purple light returned to Big Wet's body, a fishy odor appeared around him—clear signs of poisoning!
Apparently, when Luo Sanpao was bitten, the venom transferred back to Yu Xiaogang through the Martial Soul bond.
Given the snake's size—over 4 meters—the venom had to be extremely toxic.
And now that they were running, the poison would only spread faster through Big Wet's body.
Surely he'll reveal his trump card now? Xiao Yan wondered.
They ran another 200-300 meters. Yu Xiaogang felt dizzier, his body losing control. His vision blacked out, and he collapsed with a thud.
"You're literally about to die from poison—and you still haven't used your trump card?!"
Xiao Yan stopped and stared at him, utterly baffled.
Could it be… he really is just a weakling? Was he using me to test out his theory?
(End of Chapter)