Douluo: Yu Hao Pan Tang San

Chapter 25 25. Xiaogang's First Soul Skill
Yu Yuanzhen captured the soul beast and took a closer look, only to find that it was only a 200-year-old soul beast.

"Although I don't know how the Golden Holy Dragon cultivates, are you sure you want to absorb this soul beast?" Yu Yuanzhen asked suspiciously.

Yu Xiaogang said seriously, "The Golden Holy Dragon is a soul beast that mutated from the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex martial spirit. Its attributes should be compatible with lightning. The Lightning Skunk is a soul beast with lightning attributes. If I can absorb the soul ring produced by this soul beast, its lightning attributes will definitely activate my bloodline, Luo Sanpao, and produce a powerful soul skill."

"Since you have made up your mind, then kill this soul beast." Yu Yuanzhen said nothing more.

After Yu Xiaogang killed the spirit beast, a bright orange spirit ring appeared on the skunk's body. Yu Xiaogang eagerly pulled the spirit ring over and absorbed it.

Although the absorption process was painful, it was still within Yu Xiaogang's tolerance. After a while, he completed the absorption.

Excitement welled up within Yu Xiaogang. After all, with his innate soul power, most people on Douluo Continent couldn't become soul masters. And yet, he had finally officially entered the realm of soul masters. While he was still a worthless talent, the difference between soul masters and non-soul masters was immense. Soul masters were inherently superior, and Yu Xiaogang was confident that with 200 times more effort in cultivation, he would one day activate the Golden Holy Dragon bloodline, achieving the rank of Great Soul Master, Soul Venerable, Soul Grandmaster, and even... Titled Douluo!
"Alright, stop being so self-absorbed." Yu Yuanzhen put his hands behind his back and said, "Summon your martial spirit and use your first soul skill on me. Let me test the strength of your first soul skill."

"Alright, Father." After absorbing his first spirit ring, Yu Xiaogang was so intoxicated that he didn't even have time to test his first spirit skill. Upon hearing his father's words, he immediately stood up and shouted majestically, "Luo Sanpao."

The purple little beast that looked like a hybrid of a pig and a dog appeared in front of the two of them with a puff, and an orange soul ring lingered around Luo Sanpao's body.

Yu Yuanzhen looked Luo Sanpao up and down, feeling somewhat disappointed. He did not see any changes in Luo Sanpao after absorbing this spirit ring.

"The first soul skill——"

The soul ring lit up for a moment, and a serious expression appeared on Luo Sanpao's face. Then it took off into the air and floated face to face with Yu Yuanzhen.

What was the first soul skill? Was it an electric-attribute attack soul skill, or an agile-attack soul skill? Yu Yuanzhen looked at Luo Sanpao's ugly face and guessed.

Suddenly, Luo Sanpao's face wrinkled, as if he was holding back something.

Yu Yuanzhen was puzzled.

Suddenly, Luo Sanpao turned around and pointed his fat purple buttocks at Yu Yuanzhen.

What was he doing? Was he planning to use a spirit skill with electric properties, like a collision or a high-speed collision? Yu Yuanzhen speculated.

As if it was instinct, Yu Xiaogang suddenly roared arrogantly: "Fart like thunder, cracking the sky and splitting the earth with three guns."

With a whirring sound, a thick, sticky yellow gas, visible to the naked eye, erupted from Luo Sanpao's back door, charging directly into Yu Yuanzhen's face. The thick yellow mist blasted against Yu Yuanzhen's face, the powerful impact blowing off his jade hairpin. His hair was disheveled in the wind, and the yellow smoke spread in all directions, emitting a foul odor.

Yu Xiaogang lowered his head, and his facial expression could not be seen clearly.

Amid the strong fart, Yu Yuanzhen also lowered his head, and his facial expression could not be seen clearly.

The two fell into a strange silence at this moment, and silence was better than words!
When the smoke gradually dissipated, Yu Yuanzhen broke the silence between the two of them: "Xiaogang, I see that you have officially become a spirit master now. That's enough, right? Go back and learn some business skills. In the future, I can entrust the sect, the chamber of commerce, and other businesses to you."

Hearing this, Yu Xiaogang suddenly became anxious. He understood the hidden meaning in his father's words—his father was planning to give up on him. If his father, the sect leader, gave up on him, without the sect's triple cultivation resources and without his father to teach him skills and practice, then his journey as a soul master would end here.

He would be stuck at the level of a first-ring soul master at level 11 in his life, and watch Yu Xiaomen, whom he used to look down upon, practice step by step, and eventually become a titled Douluo, reaching the pinnacle of the continent, and forcing himself to look up to his back forever. This was more painful than killing Yu Xiaogang.

No, father, you can't give up on me, you can't! I'm counting on the sect's resources, and your help in teaching me skills and training, so that I can improve step by step, and eventually awaken my bloodline, become a Titled Douluo, and surpass that bastard from Yu Xiaomen.

Yu Xiaogang suddenly had an idea and said, "Father, I don't want to give up halfway. Perhaps my first soul skill isn't ideal, but I feel that my Luo Sanpao bloodline has awakened a little. I believe that as long as I continue to practice and add soul rings, one day, my Luo Sanpao will be promoted to a Golden Holy Dragon."

Of course, this was Yu Xiaogang's serious nonsense. Luo Sanpao, who had absorbed the Lightning Skunk Spirit Ring, was still the same Luo Sanpao, and had nothing to do with the Golden Holy Dragon.

"What did you say, Luo Sanpao's bloodline has awakened?" Yu Yuanzhen looked at Luo Sanpao in surprise, and looked him up and down, but still couldn't make out anything.

Yu Xiaogang continued to talk nonsense: "Father, Luo Sanpao's bloodline has only awakened slightly, and only I, the master of the martial soul, can feel it. I believe that as long as he perseveres, Luo Sanpao will eventually transform into a holy dragon."

"Are you sure? I told you this road will be difficult." Yu Yuanzhen looked at Yu Xiaogang with a scrutinizing look.

In Yu Yuanzhen's eyes, the stubborn little flat-headed man put his hands behind his back, raised his chin proudly, and said, "No matter how difficult the road ahead is, I, Yu Xiaogang, will definitely continue to practice. I am not as talented as others, so I will make up for it with hard work. If one time of effort is not enough, then I will try a hundred times, two hundred times. But I firmly believe that there are no useless martial spirits, only useless spirit masters."

"Hahahaha." Yu Yuanzhen stroked his beard and laughed, his melancholy swept away. He walked over to Yu Xiaogang, patted him on the back, and said, "Good, good, you have ambition, worthy of being my son, Yu Yuanzhen. Don't worry, go forward bravely. I will give you all the support I can, but don't let me down."

Yu Xiaogang said seriously, "Don't worry, father, I won't let you down."

So, after acquiring their first spirit ring, father and son returned to the sect. News of Yu Xiaogang becoming a spirit master didn't decrease, but instead increased. Why? Because his first spirit skill was actually farting?
Faced with the humiliation of those around him, Yu Xiaogang had no choice but to endure the humiliation. Consuming three times the sect's core disciple resources each month, along with his father's training—no, scratch that—and putting in two hundred times more effort than others, he steadily improved his strength. He believed that hard work would pay off. One day, he, Yu Xiaogang, would make those who looked down on him pay the price.

(End of this chapter)