The void parted with a whisper of snow.
Leng Tian drifted in boundless frost, weaker than mist, yet his will burned brighter than ever. He remembered the final moments of his first life: Yuexin's tears, Xuan's proud awakening, Mei's runes, Yu's bright eyes. He remembered his clan, his disciples kneeling to chant Clan above Self as he breathed his last.
And once again, the Eternal Ice Spirit Tome floated before him.
Its pages opened, crystalline runes glowing.
First Life Cycle Complete.
Rating: C Grade.
Achievements:
– Founded Leng Clan.
– Recorded manuals, inscriptions, codex.
– Three direct heirs born.
– Bloodline strengthened, mutation confirmed.
Reward: Innate Soul Power increased (1 → 3).
Martial Spirit base flaw repaired → Flawless Frost Crystal.
Leng Tian's soul trembled. He reached outward, whispering:
"I was useless. I had no talent. But I made them eternal… Now, heaven grants me a smoother start. I will not waste this life. I will not chase glory. I will build roots across the world itself."
The tome shivered. Pages turned. A path of light opened.
He let go—falling into flesh once more.
A Cry in the Snow
Far north of the continent, in Frostpine Stronghold, winter's blizzard screamed beyond fortified walls. Fires burned inside birthing chambers carved of pine and stone.
An infant's cry pierced roaring storm.
"Patriarch! Elder's son has been born—a healthy boy!"
Wrapped thick in white pelts, the baby's breaths exhaled faint mist colder than room itself. Midwives froze, whispering superstitions, but proud parents only wept in joy.
The father was Leng Zhan, respected branch elder of the Leng Clan. Tall, spear-bearing, one ring already glowing faint around him. The mother, Yin Luo, wept with pride, stroking baby's tiny face.
"Leng Xue," she whispered, naming him for snow itself.
The boy's cries filled room, vigorous yet calm. Unlike other babies, he did not wail long; after a few breaths, he gazed upward quietly. His pupils gleamed faint blue, as if already absorbing frost of world.
And inside that fragile frame, Leng Tian's soul opened eyes again.
Parallel Birth
That very day, far away in the tiny Holy Spirit Village of Fasnu Province, another boy was born. His name: Tang San.
Neither clan knew fate had tied two children together, born under same stars, destined to reshape Douluo's history in ways unseen.
One would blaze like hidden fire; the other, endure like eternal frost.
Childhood of Frost
Leng Xue grew amidst love. Unlike his first life of mockery, this time clan embraced him.
The Leng Clan had grown in 200 years—no longer a fragile village of 30, but a regional family of 300 households, fortified within Frostpine Stronghold. Their Frost Manual teachings—his own inheritance from first life—were now clan foundation, every child memorizing verses like scripture.
Xue toddled across courtyards filled with cousins practicing breath techniques, their palms glowing with thin frost. He often stopped to watch stone tablets inscribed with jagged writing—his writing from the first life.
Each stroke uneven, carved by trembling hands before death. Each word worshiped now as Ancestor Tian's Creeds.
Unseen by all, Leng Xue would sometimes smile softly, whispering under breath:
"Ancestor Leng Tian? That was me… I only wrote those words praying someone would remember them. And now, they all kneel before them daily."
But he never revealed truth. His mission was not to bask in reverence. It was to keep pushing clan forward.
A Different Start
Unlike his first life where childhood was endless humiliation, Xue was respected by birthright. Yet he never let pride consume him.
Each breath, each step, he remembered crawling in snow with broken body, coughing blood. He remembered begging frost to stay alive.
So while cousins played, he knelt in solitude, breathing steadily, channeling threads of faint natural cold into veins. His soul spark, the Frost Crystal within, gleamed brighter than his first life's shard.
Still, when compared to talented cousins who would clearly awaken with Innate Soul Power 6 or higher, his growth seemed modest.
Some whispered: "Leng Xue is pure-blooded frost, but his soul power seems meager. Another ordinary one, perhaps."
He only smiled, heart whispering:
"Let them laugh today, like they once laughed at Tian. Frost is patient. Even snowflakes bury mountains in time."
Sixth Birthday
The years spun quickly. At age six, Leng Xue's day came—the Martial Spirit Awakening Ceremony.
The entire clan gathered in Frost Hall under aurora glow. Elders stood solemn; disciples lined walls. Each child came forward, one after another, touching crystal orb as basic method. Each spirit bloomed—icy branches, frozen beasts, crude shards of frost. Cheers filled air.
At last, Leng Xue stepped up. He swallowed faint nerves. Memories stabbed—how, in another life, mockery cut his soul when incomplete shard flickered above palm. Would fate repeat itself?
He placed hand on crystal.
A surge. Instant frost consumed orb solid. Cracks shimmered in intricate fractals, purest ice transparency shining overhead.
Gasps erupted. Above his palm floated not shard, not broken fragment, but a complete Frost Crystal, flawless, six-sided core gleaming.
Perfect. Pure.
Elder's mouth fell open. "Such purity… such clarity. The clan's bloodline strengthens again!"
Test followed—soul force coursed. Reading exclaimed: "Innate Soul Power… Rank 3!"
Some youths snickered—"Only three! So weak compared to Wang Jian's six!"
But elders silenced them with sharp stares.
"Fools! Look at that crystal's purity! With the Manual, its efficiency triples. Three may be ordinary, but longevity of purity surpasses wasteful talent."
Applause burst. Parents wept relief. Young Xue bowed quietly.
But in his soul, Leng Tian whispered: "I was given a chance to start clean. This crystal will not break as before. This frost will last."
First Frost Veil
After awakening, Xue trained vigorously. Ranks climbed, slowly but steadily. At Rank 5, he manifested first martial ability: Frost Veil.
History repeated. His soul smiled at fate—exact same skill as first life, the aura that slowed, preserved.
But this time, clan did not mock. Disciples nodded: "Veil slows enemies, saves allies. Ancestral ability."
Some even whispered reverently: "It's said Ancestor Tian wielded same skill to shield his people. Heaven repeats path."
For Xue, this was destiny's confirmation. Even reborn, I carry same flame. But now, not hidden, not mocked. It is honored.
Resolve
That night, he climbed Frostpine Ridge, looking over forest coated in aurora glimmer.
Snow bit skin, but he smiled softly, eyes vast.
"Ancestor Tian carved roots through suffering. I am Ancestor Tian. In this life, I will not only secure Leng Clan—I will carry it south, write our name across Douluo."
And far, far away, another boy named Tang San awakened Blue Silver Grass on same night. Two parallel beginnings. Fire and Frost, blossom and snow.
Fate had set stage.
Their paths had begun together.
And both would one day meet.
🔥 End of Chapter 55 – Birth of the Second Frost (~2100 words)