A gentle halo, like a mother's touch…
A majestic palace, both illusory and real under this soft glow.
Amid the clouds before the palace, a figure with water-blue hair stood quietly beside a woman in a pink dress.
They were the renowned God King Tang San and his sword-sheath wife, Xiao Wu, of the God Realm.
Xiao Wu, puzzled, asked Tang San, "Third Brother, Little Wutong's been missing for six days. Where's she gone?"
Tang San smiled lightly, showing no concern. "Don't worry, Little Wutong's fine. She's doing well."
"That's good," Xiao Wu sighed in relief, trusting her Third Brother, thinking her daughter was just being playful and forgot to return.
She missed Tang San's flickering gaze.
As Tang San moved to change the topic, he sensed something, his eyes flashing with excitement, like a dog spotting a bone.
"Third Brother? What's wrong?" Xiao Wu noticed his shift in mood, curious.
"Nothing, just thought of something happy. Xiao Wu, head back first. I've got matters to handle at the God Realm's core."
"Mm, Third Brother, you work so hard. Take care of yourself."
Once Xiao Wu left, Tang San dropped his facade.
He exclaimed, "Worthy of the Child of Destiny! His luck surged so much! I don't know what he's been through, but such a fateful person is destined for my Tang family. This God King won't refuse!"
"Little Wutong, don't disappoint Father. Meet the Child of Destiny soon and help me monitor him!"
…
Douluo Continent.
Star Dou Forest.
The weak, pitiful, helpless Huo Yuhao stared at the luck he'd siphoned from Beibei and Tang Ya—a dragon-shaped golden light and a grass-shaped golden light.
He fell into deep thought.
Beibei and Tang Ya, unaware, happily ate grilled fish.
Tang Ya: "Little Brother Yuhao, your fish is so fragrant."
Beibei: "Yeah, yeah."
"…" Huo Yuhao, "As long as you like it."
How did things end up like this?
Huo Yuhao asked himself, "School's on break, a new arcade opened—two joyful events should've doubled my joy. So why was I forced to transmigrate?"
…
Pay attention: this boy is Xiao Huo, a college student. During the school break, a new arcade opened in his hometown, so he decided to check it out.
Who'd have thought, while playing a slot machine, he hit the jackpot.
Not "777," though.
A mysterious small disc dropped from the machine.
Then, the slot machine spoke.
[Congratulations, guest, for winning the transmigration prize!]
[You've received one "Pudu Cihang Memory Disc." Use it to gain the growth memories of Pudu Cihang from the *A Chinese Ghost Story II* world.]
[Techniques and spells in the memories may or may not work in the transmigrated world, with effects subject to that world's rules.]
[All rights reserved by Transmigration Express Company.]
But Xiao Huo hadn't transmigrated—how'd he get a transmigration prize? And who'd want the memories of that old creep Pudu Cihang?
The answer: whoever gets the prize has to transmigrate~
The slot machine, in front of Xiao Huo, went "Slot Machine, Transform!" morphing into a Transformers-style Slot Machine Man.
Clenching a metal fist, it said to Huo Yuhao, "Let's go, kid. Time to transmigrate and meet the winds of fate!"
Xiao Huo: "Can I not transmigrate?"
Slot Machine Man: "If you don't, will you help me meet this year's transmigration quota?"
Xiao Huo: "I'll help!"
Slot Machine Man smirked wickedly. "Perfect, you're the last one I need."
Xiao Huo: "Damn it~"
*Bang!* The Slot Machine Man punched Xiao Huo, embedding the memory disc into his head.
In chaos, Xiao Huo became a naturally venomous mutant centipede, absorbing heaven and earth's spiritual energy and sun-moon essence to become a demon. With humble origins and no backing in a turbulent era, he stumbled along the path of demon and evil cultivation, killing, drinking blood, eating humans… Until, pursued by righteous cultivators, he fled into a dilapidated temple, gaining Buddhist cultivation methods and luck techniques, mastering the Fortune-Seizing Dragon Transformation Technique. Amid dynastic unrest, unable to resist his ambition, he entered the imperial court, embarking on the path to dragonhood…
When Pudu Cihang was shattered, Xiao Huo awoke, now transmigrated as Huo Yuhao, fresh from leaving the White Tiger Duke's Mansion.
Sitting in the wilderness for half an hour, Xiao Huo—no, now Huo Yuhao—extricated himself from the persona of a state preceptor.
Say what you will, Pudu Cihang's palace party memories had Huo Yuhao savoring them repeatedly.
Then, Huo Yuhao cursed the Slot Machine Man for half an hour, vowing to make it suffer if he ever caught it.
Only then did he focus on reality, assessing his situation.
He'd transmigrated as the Child of Destiny in *Douluo Continent: Peerless Tang Sect*—Huo Yuhao!
As the Child of Destiny, Xiao Huo was thrilled, but he wasn't fond of Huo Yuhao's story.
Huo Yuhao: Star Luo Empire's White Tiger Duke's illegitimate son, age eleven, Spirit Eyes martial soul, Level 10 soul power.
A Child of Destiny with countless cheats, too many for even an invincible novel. Early on, he was a vengeful war wolf, but mid-to-late story, he turned sour—war wolf to simp, simp to loyal hound, losing himself, forgetting his roots, all to serve the late wife's God King.
Even dogs would shake their heads.
The big shot went wild at the keyboard, and Huo Yuhao went wild in the novel.
But that was the original story.
Now Xiao Huo was here, the skies were clear, and with him, Douluo Continent would find peace!
Because Huo Yuhao had a new cheat: Pudu Cihang's memories.
These weren't just palace party memories but a lifetime of cultivation knowledge.
As a demon cultivator rising from the bottom, nearly achieving dragonhood, Pudu Cihang's learning was vast and complex.
His broad knowledge came from being a rogue cultivator—learning whatever was available, unafraid of overreaching, only fearing a lack of skills when needed.
Without guidance, rogue cultivators experimented, trying various paths, hoping for enlightenment. Most got lost in miscellany, many perished midway, and the best were merely jack-of-all-trades, neither excelling nor failing.
Pudu Cihang's turnaround was sheer luck, gaining a Buddhist cultivation inheritance—a one-in-a-million chance.
His cultivation fell into three categories: demon cultivation, evil cultivation, and Buddhist cultivation.
Demon cultivation, centipede demon methods, was unsuitable for humans.
Evil cultivation, viable for humans, was a fast track but bloody, cruel, and unethical—pure evil soul master material in Douluo Continent.
Buddhist cultivation, upright and balanced, included luck techniques tying personal cultivation to dynastic fortune, a high-end practice typically reserved for state-backed Buddhist or Taoist sects.
Pudu Cihang's acquisition was a stroke of fortune.
But, being no saintly demon, he twisted Buddhist methods into demonic Buddhist practices, turning luck techniques into the Fortune-Seizing Dragon Transformation Technique, nearly achieving dragonhood.
He even developed sinister Buddhist divine abilities.
Truly, Pudu Cihang was a demonic genius.
What could Huo Yuhao do? Learn it all, tears in eyes.
Evil or Buddhist, if it worked, it was good for him now.
He didn't skip the Fortune-Seizing Dragon Transformation Technique.
Only demon cultivation, unfit for humans, was left untouched.
Surprisingly, Pudu Cihang's methods were cultivable in Douluo Continent.
Huo Yuhao tested them while traveling.
Different methods clashed, but Pudu Cihang had charted a fused cultivation path, sparing Huo Yuhao the need to experiment.
Though early in practice with no clear results, his demeanor improved during the journey.
Seven days later, he neared Star Dou Forest.
And then…
He ran into Tang Ya and Beibei, out in the wild.
Huo Yuhao: I suspect they're ambushing me in the bushes, but I've got no proof.
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