Season Ye Zhiqiu, one falling leaf, one knows the Autumn Season.
In the early morning, the sky was slightly bright.
Outside the Holy Soul Village on the Douluo Continent, Ye Zhiqiu was sprawled on a large rock, seemingly at ease.
However, his lively eyes held a sorrow that shouldn't be in someone his age.
All this was simply because within this tiny six-year-old body lay the soul of a twenty-first-century adult.
That's right, Ye Zhiqiu had traveled through time.
In fact, Ye Zhiqiu had rejected the idea of traveling through time.
In his previous life, although his parents were divorced, Ye Zhiqiu lived an unusually comfortable life.
Aside from a few days each month when he had to rush around collecting rent from over a dozen houses, Ye Zhiqiu was quite content with his life.
However, it seemed as if fate had played a huge joke on him. He had only been watching Naruto and Douluo Dalu at home for three days and three nights when he suddenly died.
It was only three days and three nights; such trivial matters were commonplace for Ye Zhiqiu.
But sudden death can come so suddenly, catching everyone off guard.
Ye Zhiqiu had already spent six years in this familiar yet unfamiliar Douluo Continent.
Accustomed to a life of luxury, he initially found it difficult to adapt.
But as the years passed, he gradually settled into this simpler existence.
After all, everyone adapts.
Six years of experience had allowed Ye Zhiqiu to come to terms with many things.
But there was one thing that would forever pain him.
In Douluo Continent, only the strong held the power.
His parents in this life—his mother's spirit was a sickle for cutting bluesilver grass, and his father's spirit was a hoe for plowing the land.
Martial spirits, you know, are highly hereditary.
Ye Zhiqiu didn't think he'd be an exception; there was a good chance he'd inherit his father's hoe spirit.
Consequently, Ye Zhiqiu felt daily confused and anxious about his future.
Was he simply going to inherit his parents' plots of land?
No, he wouldn't!
Now that he had come to such a wonderful world as Douluo Continent, Ye Zhiqiu naturally wanted to live a good life.
He was unwilling to live a life of farming every day.
Working from sunrise to sunset. It sounded wonderful, but that was not what Ye Zhiqiu longed for.
He wanted to leave his own mark on this world.
And the prerequisite for all this was that he could awaken his martial soul and possess soul power.
In Douluo Continent, only those who have awakened their martial souls and possessed soul power could practice and become soul masters.
Otherwise, even if you awakened a powerful martial soul, but you were born with zero soul power, you would not be qualified to practice.
For six years, Ye Zhiqiu had also been eyeing Tang San from the same village, wanting him to teach him the Xuantian Gong.
However, Tang San was too cunning and kept his mouth shut, saying that he was just an ordinary person and that his ability to jump several meters was due to daily training. Tang San's cunning tactics left Ye Zhiqiu at a loss, and his plan to learn the Xuantian Gong was aborted.
"Hey, I heard from Old Man Jack, the village chief, that my spirit awakening will begin the day after tomorrow. What should I do?"
Ye Zhiqiu scratched his head anxiously, his long, neatly tangled black hair messed up like a tangle of hair in the blink of an eye.
As Ye Zhiqiu buried his head in worry, a small figure suddenly appeared from the foot of a hill in the distance.
His short, simple black hair was natural, and his face was childish yet steady. His clothes were plain, with a few patches visible, but they were clean.
He glanced around, tapped his toes lightly, and his small body soared several meters into the air.
As he was about to land, he gently used another large rock as a support to propel himself forward.
He nimbly maneuvered between the rocks, each thrust of his legs carrying him several meters in the air.
The small figure soon reached Ye Zhiqiu's side and landed silently.
"Ah Qiu, are you basking in the sun here again today?"
Tang San, who had just returned from practicing the Purple Demon Eye, saw Ye Zhiqiu's familiar figure at the village entrance as usual. He
then greeted him.
However, his neighbor, who usually seemed to be heartless, seemed to have something on his mind today.
Ye Zhiqiu was frightened by Tang San's sudden voice and trembled. He
raised his head, which had been pulled up.
After seeing that it was Tang San, Ye Zhiqiu sighed helplessly and said, "Xiao San, your ability to appear and disappear at will has improved again."
Tang San smiled embarrassedly.
"What? Are you worried today? Don't you usually look quite relaxed?"
Ye Zhiqiu rolled his eyes. That was usually the case. Now it was about to reach a turning point in his life, and he was panicking.
"Xiao San, my acquired martial spirit has awakened. If I have the spirit power to cultivate, you must take me flying and showing off. I'll even accept flying into a garbage dump!"
Ye Zhiqiu looked at Tang San, his bright eyes filled with sincerity. He wasn't joking; he really meant it.
If I could cultivate, then I'd cling to Tang San's thighs.
Tang San was stunned by Ye Zhiqiu's words. Ye Zhiqiu often blurted out words he didn't understand, and he didn't know where he'd learned them.
But seeing Ye Zhiqiu's sincere expression, Tang San felt embarrassed to refuse him.
"I don't know what you're talking about, but I agree to this little thing,"
Tang San replied readily.
The two were neighbors, living next door to each other. They grew up together and knew each other well. In the village, Ye Zhiqiu was Tang San's only friend.
The other children were too childish and foolish. Not only did Tang San ignore them, but Ye Zhiqiu did too.
The two were equally mature, and with Ye Zhiqiu's deliberate approach, they naturally got along well, and their relationship was quite good.
If the Xuantian Gong hadn't been a top secret of the Tang Sect, Tang San would have passed it on to Ye Zhiqiu years ago.
After all, Ye Zhiqiu had been looking for him to learn martial arts for a long time.
When Ye Zhiqiu saw Tang San respond, a lovely smile returned to his childish face.
"Then it's settled!"