My Super Beautiful Lady Boss-Chapter 590 - 585: Fart God Possession

When Song Tianbao asked Su Xuan where he was from, Su Xuan had to make up a story on the fly, because in the Martial World, one’s survival often hinged on their eloquence.

He portrayed himself as a donkey friend who had come to Mount Everest for an adventure and described Qiuyue as his girlfriend. Of course, Qiuyue didn’t mind this at all. In fact, if she had her way, she might even claim to be Su Xuan’s wife.

When Shuangshuang heard Su Xuan introduce Qiuyue as his girlfriend, she felt somewhat displeased. If he had a girlfriend, then surely the time he could spend playing with her would diminish.

Song Tianbao scrutinized Su Xuan closely. He feared Su Xuan might be there to undermine the Song Family, so he was extra cautious. It was precisely because of such caution that they had remained isolated from the world for a hundred years.

"You should sign up and give it a try."

Song Tianbao gave Su Xuan this opportunity for the sake of his beloved daughter Song Shuangshuang, and Su Xuan naturally intended to seize it.

Su Xuan went to the registration desk and wrote down his name, two characters in simplified Chinese: Su Xuan.

Another reason Song Tianbao encouraged Su Xuan to sign up was his disbelief that Su Xuan could win in the competition. Song Tianbao’s judgment had always been sharp, and he had honed the skill of assessing a person’s strength. He was able to roughly gauge a person’s level of Kung Fu cultivation.

He deduced from Su Xuan’s appearance that Su Xuan truly didn’t stand a chance. This needed to be further analyzed based on the competition. Some of the strong contenders from the Song Family had grown up in the high-altitude, low-oxygen environments of the mountains, possessing formidable endurance. In contrast, Su Xuan, a lad from Qiutian City, was harshly speaking, no match at all.

Song Tianbao watched his daughter with a chuckle and said to her, "No matter the outcome later, you mustn’t be surprised, and definitely no crying."

"Yes, Daddy, I am always obedient."

Song Shuangshuang and Song Tianbao went to the second floor of the great hall. From there, they could look down on everyone below, exuding the air of a sovereign guiding the realm.

Su Xuan and Qiuyue, being outsiders, were objects of curiosity to the locals. Initially, due to Song Tianbao’s presence, they had restrained themselves, but now they were quite intrigued, peppering them with questions about the outside world.

Su Xuan turned the question back to them, asking what year it currently was.

Many of them hesitated in their responses; some said it was the Kangxi Period, others the Yongzheng era, the Qianlong Period, the Jiaqing Period, and even the Daoguang Period—their answers varied. However, Su Xuan could roughly guess that these people might indeed have fled to Mount Everest during the Qing invasion, regardless of when they had arrived. His own purpose for being here was to find the Heavenly Mountain Snow Lotus.

Qiuyue felt both tense and excited, as she was about to obtain the Heavenly Mountain Snow Lotus. Yet she feared Su Xuan might fail in the competition and was also worried about being discovered while stealing the Snow Lotus.

With things having come this far, she could only grit her teeth and cheer for Su Xuan.

The competition for the Song Family’s daughter’s cultural and martial arts tutors—or teachers, if you will—was about to begin.

There were two arenas for the competition, one was the cultural field, and the other the martial arts arena; each had a full score of one hundred points, and the contenders could choose which one to tackle first.

"Su Xuan, go for it!"

Song Shuangshuang shouted from the upper floor to the people below, who cheered and rejoiced. However, when they heard she was cheering for Su Xuan, the enthusiasm soon cooled, and they cast disgruntled glances at him, jealous that he had garnered the young lady’s favor so quickly and disputing his merit.

Su Xuan also felt the pressure that Shuangshuang was creating for him mounting. But to him, this was not a bad thing; after all, pressure breeds motivation.

"Don’t be nervous. I believe in you. As an assassin cheering you on, you should realize your charm is boundless."

Qiuyue sent Su Xuan a flirtatious wink. She had indeed changed a lot. If she hadn’t encountered Su Xuan, she might have continued down the path of killing. Since meeting Su Xuan, she had a sudden insight into life, understanding why she lived, rather than aimlessly taking lives for money, like a zombie.

"I know my charm is strong. That’s something you don’t need to tell me. I’m just a bit concerned that those inferior to me might take it hard if they lose."

Su Xuan was indeed full of supreme confidence in himself, thankful to his parents for having created him so flawlessly.

Though Su Xuan possessed an inexplicable confidence in himself, he considered that since most of the locals had remained in the Qing Dynasty, their cultural knowledge might be slightly superior to his own. After all, they had been well-versed in classical texts such as the Odes, Rites, Changes, and the Spring and Autumn Annals, whereas Su Xuan had somewhat fallen out of line with that class.

Yet, Su Xuan realized that being modern had its advantages. For instance, modern people had access to a plethora of ancient works, something unattainable during the Qing era—they only had a superficial understanding of the ancient poetry and did not know it thoroughly. This realization greatly lightened Su Xuan’s mood.

To confirm whether his thought was valid, Su Xuan first chose the cultural field.

In the interest of fairness, once the examination process began and until it concluded, the candidates were not allowed back among the others. The reason being that the questions were the same for all participants, and there was a risk they might share answers. After finishing one part, they were directed through a side door to another entrance to wait, ensuring fairness and integrity.

"Put your heart into it, and don’t lose to them."

Qiuyue was still somewhat nervous. If women had been allowed to compete, she would have signed up herself. Perhaps it was the influence of a society that favored men over women that had also taken root here. However, seeing Song Tianbao’s attitude towards his daughter didn’t quite fit that pattern.

Su Xuan quickly entered the first stage of the cultural examination and only then discovered that it required transcribing the Three Character Classic. The type of script was not specified, but it was imperative to avoid any mistakes or omissions.

This suited Su Xuan just fine, as he had learned it from childhood. It was as if his good looks brought good luck—others may not experience such fortune, but for Su Xuan, it had always been the case.

His hands moved rapidly across the paper, so familiar with the content that he even hummed a little tune while writing. There was no rule against humming during the exam, and Su Xuan figured it might exert additional pressure on his rivals, potentially disrupting their chances of advancing.

Indeed, Su Xuan hummed a tune while writing. Although there were a few who wanted to stand up and hit someone, they all held back, knowing that no matter what, once hands are thrown, it escalates to a serious problem.

Bang!

Bang!

However, due to eating too many puffed beans, Su Xuan actually let off two earth-shattering farts in the examination hall!

The invigilator wafted the air and hurried to the door to get some fresh air, while everyone else was miserable, holding a pen in one hand and pinching their noses with their clothes in the other, suffering as much as one could suffer. Su Xuan wasn’t doing this on purpose, and he awkwardly smiled at his sinister-looking ’colleagues’ around him, hoping for a bit of forgiveness; this really wasn’t intentional.

Just when Su Xuan thought it was over, Bang Bang Bang!

Su Xuan truly couldn’t control his body. According to science, it’s true that eating too many of these beans leads to lots of farts, and it’s impossible to hold them in; Su Xuan finally believed in science for once.

The invigilator had already been chased out by the farts, standing outside heaving sighs of relief, lamenting that indeed Talents Emerge in the Martial World, where there are now all sorts of prodigies and scholars, yet they had never heard of a Fart God before. If ever there was a taste of this bittersweet experience, this was it.

Su Xuan’s writing flowed nonstop. Although his studies were mediocre when he was young, he naturally possessed great penmanship. It’s said that the writing reflects the man, and as Su Xuan was handsome and generous, his writing was also majestic and impressive, leaving a strong impression on everyone.

Su Xuan’s farts radiated out of the examination hall, reaching the Song Clan father and daughter waiting for results on the second floor of the hall!

"Dad, what’s that smell? Why is there a whiff of bean paste bun aroma?"

Shuangshuang seemed to truly crave it.

"That’s not the smell of bean paste buns; it’s clearly the scent of corn buns. I ate them as a child, very delicious indeed. I guess someone must have told the kitchen about my love for corn buns. It seems we’ll have corn buns for lunch, a matter of great fortune. Shuangshuang, take another whiff, hey, it smells wonderful!"

Song Tianbao was lost in his own world, if he knew it was Su Xuan’s ’contribution’, he would go without eating for a month.

Su Xuan wrote furiously. Looking at the few people nearby, they all slumped over their desks motionless. Although they were Su Xuan’s rivals, he truly despised their lack of mettle. They had actually fallen asleep in the examination hall, were they forced to come?!

Actually, Su Xuan was wrong. These people weren’t asleep; they had been knocked out by Su Xuan’s poisonous gases. Su Xuan never expected to have such a ’good’ effect, inadvertently creating shade where he planted willows. This would mean fewer competitors to deal with, a truly auspicious event, as if the heavens themselves were aiding Su Xuan in his victory.

Qiuyue quickly covered her nose upon smelling the odor. She had eaten the same food as Su Xuan, so she knew what the smell was, because she had also sneakily released a few herself. But hers were quiet and slow, leaking a bit of gas every few seconds, gradually dissipating, so she didn’t cause the same severe impact as Su Xuan.

Suddenly, Qiuyue’s face changed, and she inwardly cursed her luck. She had accidentally inhaled Su Xuan’s fart earlier, and now she was starting to feel the effects herself, possibly because the compressed food Su Xuan bought online was of low quality.

Pfft!~

Qiuyue could no longer hold it in and silently let a big one slip!

Luckily there was no one beside her, and she was outside the examination hall, so probably no one would know, thus she sneaked out another one...

Just a moment ago, she had been complaining about what kind of person Su Xuan was, not caring at all about personal cultivation; now that she had experienced the ecstasy of farting, she found it unstoppable and incredibly comfortable.

Pfft Pfft Pfft!

Seeing that there was no one around, Qiuyue became even more unrestrained, letting loose a barrage of farts, outdoing even Su Xuan’s output.

Everyone knows there are differences between people.

The differences in appetite determine the quality of farts. Although she and Su Xuan ate the same food, their digestive systems were completely different. The differences in systems lead to differences in digestion, which in turn leads to varied gas compositions in the farts. Hence, the conclusion is: Qiuyue’s farts smelled worse.

Initially, the two invigilators were outside getting air, thinking it was too ’that’ inside. How could they say anything bad about a student farting? It’s a natural human need, after all.

Suddenly, a new odor drifted into the air.

The invigilators sniffed and made a decision: it was better to go back inside the examination hall to avoid the wind.

Meanwhile, on the second floor of the hall, the Song family father and daughter who had just identified corn buns and bean paste bun smells from Su Xuan’s farts, now noticed a change in the wind, carrying another strange ’fragrance’.

"This time it must be the smell of the corn buns getting burnt in the kitchen, right?"

Shuangshuang asked, sniffing her nose.

"No, it’s still corn buns, but with potato flour added in!"

Song Tianbao, with a grand wave of his hand, stated confidently.