Chapter 1 – Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul
Heaven Dou Empire, Fasinuo Province.
In the small Nuoding City, neighboring Holy Soul Village, there lay a humble village known as Empire Soul Village.
It was said that a Soul Emperor-level expert once emerged from this place—though whether that was truth or legend, no one could say for sure.
Inside the village branch hall of the Spirit Hall, a boy named Qi Tian had just finished his martial soul awakening ceremony. As he withdrew his trembling hand from the crystal orb, his expression was filled with confusion and uncertainty.
"Qi Tian—Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass. Innate Soul Power: Level 0.5!"
The examiner, Su Yuntao, announced expressionlessly.
"Old Village Chief," Su Yuntao turned to ask calmly, "are there any more children left to awaken their martial souls?"
The old man, Bard, stepped forward with a smile.
"Master Yuntao, Qi Tian is the last one!"
Then, with a flicker of hope in his eyes, Bard asked,
"Master Yuntao, I thought I heard you say this child has innate soul power. Does that mean he can become a Soul Master?"
Su Yuntao replied with a hint of pity in his tone,
"Yes, this child can cultivate… but his innate soul power is only 0.5. And his martial soul is just Blue Silver Grass—one of the most useless kinds. It'll be extremely difficult for him to reach the level of a true Soul Master."
Blue Silver Grass was a common weed across the entire Douluo Continent—fragile, easily torn, and utterly lacking in offensive power.
Even if one could cultivate with it, such a martial soul was ranked among the very weakest.
Still, it had one notable trait—tenacious vitality. No matter how many times it was burned away, it would always regrow in the spring breeze.
"Enough, enough!" Bard laughed with joy, eyes moist with relief. "As long as he can cultivate, that's already enough! Our village hasn't produced a Soul Master in years. The work-study spot at the academy has been vacant all this time!"
He clasped his hands together eagerly.
"Please, Master Yuntao, could you issue a certificate for him? I want to send this child to Nuoding Academy to study while working."
Though Qi Tian only had 0.5 levels of innate soul power, to Old Bard, that was still hope—a chance, however slim, to rise above the life of poverty and hardship.
Su Yuntao sighed.
"Old Village Chief, I'll write the certificate for you. But let me warn you—this child might not even make it through the beginner academy. It would be wise to have him learn some other trade early."
Even so, he dutifully wrote out the proof of awakening, signing it with care.
The Old Bard accepted the certificate respectfully.
"Thank you for your advice, Master Yuntao. I'll keep it in mind. Qi Tian, what are you waiting for? Hurry and thank Master Yuntao!"
Qi Tian blinked, snapping out of his daze. He bowed deeply.
"Thank you, Master Yuntao, for your guidance!"
Su Yuntao gave a weary sigh.
"...Take care of yourself, boy."
With that, he turned and walked out of the old wooden house, leaving behind only the creaking sound of the door.
Old Bard watched the Spirit Hall deacon leave before turning to the young boy.
"Qi Tian, you heard everything, didn't you?"
"Yes, Grandpa Village Chief. I heard. I'll work hard—I will become a Soul Master!"
"Good, good... you're a sensible child." Bard's old eyes softened.
"If you can become a Soul Master, you'll never have to worry about survival again. Poor child…"
Going to Nuoding Academy as a work-study student meant he could earn a small wage, and if he truly became a Soul Master, he'd even receive stipends from the Spirit Hall itself.
That was a completely different life—one far above the misery of a poor villager.
After saying his goodbyes, Qi Tian returned to his tiny, dilapidated home and shut the creaking wooden door behind him.
He sat on the bed, staring at his hand, a bitter smile tugging at his lips.
"So, my martial soul turned out to be Blue Silver Grass… and my innate soul power is only 0.5?"
He was an orphan—yet not an ordinary one.
Because he was a transmigrator.
Two years ago, his parents had gone to the border to trade, chasing rumors of fortune. They never returned—whether they perished or escaped to the Star Luo Empire, no one knew.
Qi Tian had grieved so deeply that he fainted—and when he awoke, he regained the memories of his previous life.
At first, he had been thrilled beyond words.
He was in the world of the Douluo Continent! The land of Soul Masters and Martial Souls!
But that excitement quickly faded when he discovered that his martial soul was the weakest of all—and his innate soul power barely existed.
"With just 0.5 levels of soul power, even reaching Soul Elder would be a miracle…" he muttered bitterly.
He knew the story of Yu Xiaogang, who also had 0.5 innate soul power. Even with the resources of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, he never advanced beyond Soul Grandmaster.
As for Qi Tian, he had nothing.
"At this rate, I might not even reach Rank 29 before I'm old and gray…"
A thought flickered through his mind.
"But… My martial soul is Blue Silver Grass. If I could somehow absorb the soul bone of the Blue Silver Emperor, maybe… just maybe… I could change my fate!"
He remembered: Tang Hao, fearing discovery by Spirit Hall, had hidden the Blue Silver Emperor's soul bone in a concealed cave behind the waterfall near Holy Soul Village.
If he could find it… His destiny might completely change.
And that was Qi Tian's chance!
However, he wasn't reckless enough to rush out and steal that soul bone now.
He had never witnessed the terrifying might of a Titled Douluo, and even with his transmigrator's knowledge, he wouldn't dare take such a risk lightly.
He planned to wait until Tang Hao personally sent Tang San to Shrek Academy. Only then would he sneak to that hidden cave and retrieve the Blue Silver Emperor's soul bone.
"Right now, it's the year 2636 of the Douluo Calendar. Tang San will head to Shrek in six years…"
Qi Tian carefully noted down the timeline in his mind.
Once he finalized his plan, he returned to his daily routine—weaving with dried Blue Silver Grass.
Straw sandals, mats, curtains, baskets, hats—he made them all by hand.
For a child of only five or six years old, it wasn't exactly light work, but he was used to it.
He had even considered inventing something more profitable, but he knew the old saying well:
"A commoner with treasure invites his own doom."
In this world, he was far too weak to flaunt any kind of fortune.
"Eh? Why does weaving feel so much smoother today?" Qi Tian muttered in surprise.
Then it clicked.
"Right—my martial soul is Blue Silver Grass! Now that it's awakened, of course, weaving with grass feels easier."
It was a common fact in this world: even ordinary civilians who awakened a martial soul, without any innate soul power, would still gain minor benefits.
A farmer with a sickle martial soul, for example, would harvest faster. Someone with a hoe martial soul would find plowing easier.
Perhaps this was one of Spirit Hall's original goals—to awaken martial souls for free, thereby increasing the productivity of the common folk.
Sadly, ten thousand years later, this tradition would become meaningless for ordinary people.
"My weaving speed's increased a lot. If I keep this up, I should be able to save enough for my first-year tuition at Nuoding Academy within four months—just before the term starts!"
Qi Tian calculated carefully.
Two years ago, he had already considered the possibility that he might not qualify as a work-study student, so he'd started saving every coin since then.
If he couldn't secure the work-study spot, he'd just attend the first year, learn the basics of martial soul cultivation, and withdraw afterward.
Fortunately, he was the only child in Empire Soul Village with innate soul power—so the work-study position should naturally go to him.
Qi Tian didn't mind being a work-study student. Even if he couldn't graduate, at least he'd earn some wages and safely survive this weakest period of his life.
After finishing his weaving and having dinner, Qi Tian began his nightly physical training.
Ever since realizing he was in the world of the Douluo Continent, he had never once slacked off. Strengthening his body was vital—after all, the stronger the body, the higher the age of soul rings it could endure.
He absolutely didn't want to end up with shattered meridians just because a hundred-year soul ring overwhelmed him.
An hour later, exhausted and drenched in sweat, Qi Tian cleaned himself up, collapsed onto his creaky wooden bed, and drifted into deep sleep.
When dawn broke and the first rays of light touched the horizon, Qi Tian awoke as usual.
He stretched lazily, ready to get up and begin his morning practice—
Then he froze.
"Wait… something's not right."
He blinked. The rough, patched-up straw blanket on his bed was gone—replaced by silken quilts embroidered with fine patterns.
His body was wrapped in smooth silk pajamas, soft and delicate against his skin.
He looked up. The cracked ceiling beams and hanging Blue Silver Grass were gone—replaced by an elegant palace-style ceiling, gilded and intricate.
"Did I… transmigrate again?"
Qi Tian's heart lurched in panic.
He lowered his gaze—and froze once more.
Something was… obstructing his view.
Two large, soft mounds pressed against his chest, straining against the thin silk fabric.
"What the… exaggerated chest muscles? But why does my skin look so smooth?"
He stared at his hands. They were slender and delicate, skin pale as jade, soft as fresh lychee.
No calluses. No scars. Nothing like the rough hands of a child who worked and trained daily.
"Wait… no. These aren't a man's hands."
Qi Tian's pupils shrank.
He quickly reached up to confirm—and froze again.
Those weren't "chest muscles." They were very much not.
Full. Supple. Undeniably feminine.
"Don't tell me… my little brother's gone too?!"
In horror, Qi Tian's trembling hand darted downward—
And sure enough…
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
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End of Chapter