Emperor Soul Village.
Yes, you heard right, not Holy Soul Village, but Emperor Soul Village.
Emperor Soul Village is located south of Notting City in the Fasno Province, with a population of over a hundred households, only a few miles away from Holy Soul Village.
Legend has it that many years ago, Emperor Soul Village wasn't called Emperor Soul Village, and Holy Soul Village wasn't called Holy Soul Village either.
Suddenly, one day, a Soul Saint with the eighth title of Soul Master walked out of Holy Soul Village, and that's how the name Holy Soul Village came about.
A few days later, the neighboring Blue Silver Village (which is now Emperor Soul Village), not to be outdone, is said to have also produced a Soul Emperor.
How many years ago exactly?
Did a Soul Saint or Soul Emperor actually appear? It's unknown!
But since then, these two adjacent small villages have been renamed Holy Soul Village and Emperor Soul Village!
By the stream, a child of about five or six years old, with a Blue Silver Grass in his mouth, lay casually on the grass, eyes closed, enjoying a sunbath.
His hands were behind his head, his legs were crossed and tapping incessantly, and he was humming a nursery rhyme.
"Little boy, little Erlang! Carry your schoolbag to school!"
Old Tom, the village elder of Emperor Soul Village, saw the child slacking off again and grabbed his carrying pole, rushing over. As he ran, Old Tom shouted, "You brat, slacking off
again! You're awakening your martial soul next month. Without good physical fitness, how will you become a soul master? I'll beat you to death!"
The child knew he was in deep trouble. He did a backflip, instantly got up, and ran off. "Don't chase me, Grandpa Tom! What's the use of exercising every day? I'll never become a soul master anyway!" "You brat, don't run!" Old Tom shouted breathlessly. "No, if I stop, you'll beat me again!" He wouldn't listen! He'd been hit by the old man's carrying pole countless times before. The two chased and fled. Half an hour later, both collapsed to the ground, panting heavily. Old Tom grabbed the child's leg, took a deep breath of fresh air, and said in a deep voice, "Finally caught you, kid! Let's see if you dare to slack off again." At this point, the child was almost too weak to even speak. A child not even six years old had been forced to run at full speed for half an hour. Who had offended whom? "I'm not running anymore! Even if you kill me, I won't run anymore! I'm exhausted!" Seeing his usually mischievous son in such a sorry state, Old Tom laughed heartily and said respectfully, "You've finally met your match! Fine! You've run for so long today, I'll let you off the hook for now." The two rested for a while and then returned to the village. Old Tom and the child walked side by side on the path. "Grandpa Tom, why are you so insistent on making me a Soul Master?" the child asked, voicing a question that had been troubling him for a long time. Old Tom sighed and said, "Sigh! Old Jack from the next village keeps saying that their village produced a Soul Saint, and that our Emperor Soul Village is just following their lead, so our Soul Emperor is a fake! Humph! That wretched old man. But if you, brat, can become a Soul Master, I can finally give him a good slap in the face." Thinking about how he could finally prove himself to Old Jack and give him a good beating, Old Tom laughed heartily. The child's lips twitched, and he rolled his eyes at Old Tom, saying, "Um! Didn't you say my deceased parents' martial souls were both Blue Silver Grass? I'll probably awaken Blue Silver Grass too, right?" The child's inappropriate remark abruptly stopped Old Tom's laughter. He raised his hand and chopped the child on the head. "Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!" The child clutched his head, squatted on the ground, and pretended to cry out. Seeing the child's comical performance, Old Tom shook his head and smiled wryly. "Stop howling, I didn't even use any force," Old Tom said after thinking for a moment. "Last year I asked Master Su Yuntao, and sometimes martial souls can... what was it again? Right, martial soul mutation. Maybe you can mutate a good martial soul?" Old Tom's words made the child stop pretending to be in pain. He sighed, got up, and walked back to his dilapidated little home. Before leaving, he raised his little hand to say goodbye to Old Tom. Martial soul mutation? It's not that easy! Especially with Blue Silver Grass, he doesn't have the Blue Silver Emperor bloodline like Tang San.
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That's right, this child is a transmigrator.
In his previous life on Earth, he was a corporate slave. He stayed up all night watching "Douluo Continent," and the next day he died suddenly in his bed.
When he woke up again, he found himself as an infant.
As he grew, he spent two years learning the language of Douluo Continent and learned he had a very domineering, very annoying name—surname Zuzong, formal name Zuzong, oh no, Zuzong.
Every time Old Tom introduced Zuzong to someone, he was at a loss, so he often called him "brat," and eventually everyone forgot his real name!
According to Village Chief Old Tom, his deceased adoptive father was called Zuwang, a name given by his even more adoptive grandfather, Zudi, to lower the bar, meaning he hoped Zuwang would become a Soul King. However, Zuwang still lacked soul power and couldn't cultivate.
In Zuzong's generation, the bar was lowered again, hoping his son would become a Soul Master.
At first, Zuzong was very excited to learn he had transmigrated to Douluo Continent, and even excitedly ran to the neighboring Holy Soul Village to meet the protagonist, Tang San.
He wanted to see what this controversial "bad guy" protagonist from his past life was like.
But alas! He was really ordinary-looking, not even half as handsome as him (Author: Seems you're ugly too.).
But he still decided to befriend him; he had no choice, his deceased adoptive parents' martial souls were both Blue Silver Grass, definitely useless martial souls.
If he wanted to cultivate, he had to find a way.
Cultivation techniques were rare in Douluo Continent, and tricking Tang San into giving him the "Mysterious Heaven Skill" was the only way.
Who knew that Tang San was so cunning? Every time he saw the clan leader, he acted like he was seeing his ancestor, hiding far away. The
"delicate and weak" clan leader couldn't keep up with Tang San, who was practicing Tang Sect's ultimate techniques, and eventually gave up.
In the empty thatched hut, lying on the dilapidated bed, looking at the familiar ceiling—or rather, the thatched roof—the clan leader sighed repeatedly.
"Sigh! I thought that once I arrived in Douluo Continent, I could beat the protagonist, kick the Clear Sky Sect, and marry a beautiful and rich woman (cough cough, I let it slip).
I never expected that even future cultivation would become a luxury. I'm supposed to awaken my martial soul next month. Is someone from my clan really going to die an old man in this Emperor Soul Village?"
Suddenly, a voice rang in the clan leader's mind.
[Ding, sensing the host's unwillingness, the Steal System is loading, countdown 10, 9, 8]
"Holy crap!"
"Holy crap!"
"Holy crap!"
The clan leader, whose language skills were not very good, excitedly shouted "Holy crap!" three times in a row!
"Haha! I'm finally going to make a comeback! From now on, that scoundrel Tang San can get as far away from me as possible!"
[Ding, the Steal System has finished loading. Bind it?]
"Quickly, bind it to me!"
[The Steal System binding complete! Thank you for using it.]
Having thoroughly read various online novel tropes, the clan leader remained silent, instead silently calling out in his mind, "System, what are the functions of the Steal System?" [
Host, the main function of the Steal System is to steal various treasures from all the heavens and myriad realms, including but not limited to: abilities, cultivation techniques, rare and precious treasures, bloodlines, and much more!]
"Haha, Little Ancestor is going to have a cheat code!" "
Little Ancestor" was the clan leader's newly adopted self-designation. While others called themselves "Young Master," who was the clan leader? A being destined to roam the heavens and myriad realms in the future, he naturally needed a unique self-designation. He decided to call himself "Little Ancestor" from now on!
[Ding, Host, don't be too happy yet. Stealing has limitations and risks. You can only steal once a year. Each level of soul power gained also grants an additional stealing opportunity. However, if the target's hatred value reaches its maximum, the host will be randomly teleported to a radius of one mile around the target for one hour.]
"Holy crap! That's incredibly dangerous! If I accidentally steal Bibi Dong's underwear and get teleported to the Spirit Hall, wouldn't I be facing a near-death experience?!" [
Ding, Host is mistaken, it should be ten out of ten!]
"I know, you little ancestor!"
[Ding, Host's stealing opportunity for this year is unused. Would you like to steal it?]
"Steal, why wouldn't I! The bold get rich, the timid starve!"
[Ding, System is stealing]
[Ding, Congratulations to the host for stealing Tang San, the protagonist of *Douluo Continent*, the Blue Silver Emperor Martial Soul Bloodline.]
"Holy crap!"