Chapter 91 A Flow Without End
They had barely walked a few minutes when Yu Xiaogang spotted a Wind Baboon crouched on a treetop. Judging by its aura, it was around five hundred years old.
His eyes lit up. A five‑hundred‑year beast wasn't particularly strong—perfect to test his Luo Sanpao's new ability.
Five hundred years was ideal. Any higher, and even he wouldn't be confident of victory.
"Flender, stand back and watch. I'll use this one to test my new soul skill!" Yu Xiaogang said eagerly.
Flender glanced over but didn't argue. Against such a minor beast, he could easily intervene if something went wrong.
"Luo Sanpao!" Yu Xiaogang shouted.
The tired, drooping Luo Sanpao waddled in front of him, while the Wind Baboon on the branch noticed its approaching challengers.
It growled lowly—and when it saw that its opponent was a pig, its expression twisted in outrage.
Beating its chest, the baboon howled and lunged forward furiously.
Yu Xiaogang's lips curled into a proud smile. "Thunderous fart! Shatter the heavens, Luo Sanpao!" he bellowed.
Luo Sanpao immediately turned its backside toward the charging beast. Yu Xiaogang's first soul ring lit up.
The pig wriggled its round rump—then boom! a loud blast erupted.
A spray of yellowish-brown smoke burst out between Luo Sanpao's hindquarters.
Yu Xiaogang darted backward, pulling a mask from his soul tool and strapping it on. Flender, long accustomed to this technique, had already retreated a safe distance.
The baboon, however, was caught completely off guard.
The noxious cloud enveloped it instantly, the sheer stench making its head spin.
"Now!" Yu Xiaogang cried, his third soul ring flaring to life.
"Poisonous fart! Corrosive toxin, Luo Sanpao!"
Luo Sanpao quivered at the command, trembling violently. A dim purple hue began to creep across its backside, spreading down between its legs.
Its body shook harder, as if wracked by intense pain.
A moment later, a thick cloud of grayish-purple smoke blasted from its rear like an explosion.
Wherever the fumes drifted, plants and trees hissed and corroded.
The still-dazed Wind Baboon barely had time to react before the poisonous mist washed over it.
Agonized screeches echoed as it stumbled wildly, twisting and thrashing within the cloud.
Gradually, the cries stopped.
When the smog dissipated, all that remained was a twitching, half-dissolved carcass.
"Haha! I knew my theory was right!" Yu Xiaogang shouted in triumph, face alight with excitement.
Flender smiled faintly, relieved and genuinely happy for his old friend.
Judging from the results, Yu Xiaogang's third soul skill had incredible poisonous and corrosive power. Wide area coverage, powerful offensive capability—it was, on paper, a fine skill.
Yu Xiaogang laughed loudly, too proud to notice anything else.
Hidden nearby, Luo Ling and Ghost Douluo observed silently.
Luo Ling's eyes stayed fixed on Luo Sanpao—and what he saw made his lips curl into a peculiar grin.
The pig lay sprawled on the ground, shaking weakly. Its body looked frail and withered, its lower half badly corroded from its own toxins.
Yu Xiaogang didn't notice. Still elated, he rushed over to Flender.
But as he approached, a sharp pain twisted through his abdomen, spreading downward to an unbearable burning in his lower body.
"Xiaogang, amazing! Your third soul skill is truly something!" Flender said cheerfully.
Yu Xiaogang didn't answer. His face had gone corpse‑white. One hand gripped his stomach, the other his rear.
Trembling, he turned and looked back at Luo Sanpao—and when he saw the pig's mangled state, his vision went black with horror.
The pain in his gut surged. His expression contorted. He tried to stumble toward the bushes to relieve himself—
—but an ominous thud came from behind.
Flender froze, eyes wide. In the next instant, Yu Xiaogang's pants darkened visibly, swelling outward.
It took Flender a few seconds to realize what was happening—and then, panic flashing in his eyes, he leapt aside.
The moment he dodged away, Yu Xiaogang's clothes burst apart.
An unholy stench filled the forest as the indescribable spewed forth like a broken dam.
Yu Xiaogang collapsed, collapsing in agony, his face ashen and his body convulsing. The excruciating pain kept building; even he didn't understand how or why it was happening.
Flender stood petrified. The once serene forest was now filled with retching fumes and the sound of an unending torrent.
It didn't stop. The eruption went on and on, a horrifying, endless flow.
Within minutes, the stench spread across the clearing. Yu Xiaogang's clothes shredded apart completely under the pressure.
Flender grimaced and looked closer—then froze.
The damage was… total. The sight reminded him of one word—eunuch.
He rubbed his eyes, thinking it a trick of light. Then he looked again. No mistake.
He turned back toward Yu Xiaogang, whose broken expression glistened with tears of humiliation.
"Xiaogang… you—"
"Don't say a word!" Yu Xiaogang roared with the last of his strength.
Flender immediately shut his mouth.
Yu Xiaogang lay trembling, drained beyond comprehension—and now nakedly exposed.
For years, he had tried to bury this shame, to forget what had been taken from him, but at this moment it all came crashing back.
His lost manhood—gone forever.
Once, he had begged countless healing‑type soul masters for help. But every answer had been the same: I'm sorry. It's impossible. Please seek someone else.
Six years ago… who had cursed him to this fate?
Rage swelled again, but weakness crushed it away.
The flow still hadn't finished. His body shook uncontrollably, utterly drained like a husk.
After almost five straight minutes, the torrent finally subsided.
Yu Xiaogang lay prone in a sea of filth—the ground around him soaked in the aftermath, a nauseating mire of yellow.
His eyes were empty, soulless. Anyone would have broken after such torment.
Flender stood far off, frozen, wanting to help but unable to bring himself closer through the revolting mess.
Finally, after several long moments, Yu Xiaogang blinked faintly.
When his cheek brushed against the vile surface, disgust jolted through him. He struggled to rise, only for sharp pain to tear across his rear.
He collapsed straight back down with a sickening splash.
Flender winced, eyes falling to Yu Xiaogang's back. The skin there was mangled, corroded, mixed with fresh blood and filth—enough to make even a veteran soul master's hair stand on end.
Yu Xiaogang twitched weakly, shuddered once more, and passed out cold.
Flender stared in speechless disbelief, standing alone at the edge of the foul swamp his friend had created, torn between pity and revulsion.
How in the world was he supposed to save this?
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