Saint Spirit Village.
In a slightly quiet farmhouse courtyard.
"Huu——"
The child-like Zhang Chi let out a long breath, placed the iron sickle in his hand aside, and finished his training for the day.
Rubbing his slightly swollen wrist, Zhang Chi sat on a small wooden stool to the side to rest.
Looking up at the sky, Zhang Chi silently calculated in his heart.
"It is already September. According to the situation of the past few years, there is probably less than a month left before Spirit Hall sends personnel to our Saint Spirit Village to help children of age awaken their Spirit.
That should be when the original plot officially begins.
I wonder what kind of Spirit I will awaken..."
While pondering, Zhang Chi turned to look at the Blue Silver Grass visible everywhere in the courtyard, and the sickle he had placed to the side.
Zhang Chi's parents in this life were both villagers of Saint Spirit Village, childhood sweethearts who grew up together.
His father, Zhang Su, had innate spirit power of level 4, and his Spirit was a mutated sickle; he is currently a Spirit Elder.
His mother, Yang Yun, was just an ordinary person, and her Spirit was Blue Silver Grass.
Zhang Chi knew clearly in his heart that if there were no surprises, his Spirit should be either Blue Silver Grass or the mutated sickle.
Therefore, Zhang Chi had started trying to swing the sickle in the courtyard a long time ago, doing his best to perform some simple practice.
Zhang Chi did not ask to be able to use it very well, only hoping that if he happened to awaken a sickle Spirit, he would be able to use it normally.
Leaning on the small stool, Zhang Chi thought to himself.
"It doesn't matter whether the Spirit I awaken is a sickle or Blue Silver Grass.
As long as I can cultivate, there are ways to solve the problem of aptitude."
Because of a stroke of "good luck," Zhang Chi, who had been doing clinical research in the medical field in his previous life, transmigrated to the Douluo Continent.
It had been 6 years until now.
Upon realizing that this was the Douluo Continent, and also seeing Tang San, who had not yet awakened his Spirit, in the village, Zhang Chi set a goal to become a god.
Zhang Chi was extremely grateful at this moment that he liked to read novels and watch anime in his spare time before transmigrating.
It was precisely because of this hobby that he knew all the opportunities and secrets that existed in the Douluo Continent like the back of his hand.
Blue Silver Emperor Spirit Bone, Immortal Herb, places of divine inheritance, gold of life, Dragon Valley...
Thinking of these things, Zhang Chi felt a sense of heat in his heart.
"Even if I don't have a cheat, the Spirit I awaken in the future might not be strong.
But relying on these opportunities and secrets in my memory, I might not be unable to change my own destiny..."
Just as Zhang Chi was pondering, a gentle call came from inside the house.
"Xiao Chi, stop practicing, come over to eat quickly."
After hearing the voice, a smile appeared on Zhang Chi's face.
Zhang Chi was an orphan in his previous life.
In this life, he was lucky to have a complete family, which made Zhang Chi cherish this hard-won happiness extremely.
"Okay, Mom, I'm coming right away."
After responding, Zhang Chi walked quickly towards the room.
Walking into the room, the first thing that caught his eye was a huge bookcase filled with various books, and a specially made lamp hanging from the top.
As Zhang Chi walked in, the warm yellow light instantly enveloped him.
Zhang Chi looked at the dining table, where two sets of clean bowls and chopsticks were placed on a floral-patterned tablecloth.
At this moment, a woman with a gentle temperament was carrying dishes towards the dining table.
Seeing this, Zhang Chi walked over quickly.
"Mom, I'll help you."
While speaking, Zhang Chi took the carefully prepared dishes from his mother, Yang Yun.
"Xiao Chi is so well-behaved."
After praising him, Yang Yun showed a smile.
After reaching out and rubbing Zhang Chi's soft black hair, the two sat down and began to eat silently.
Zhang Chi did not stand on ceremony, quickly shoveling rice into his mouth.
"Mom, the food you make is really delicious."
"Xiao Chi, eat slowly."
"Mmhmm..."
Zhang Chi responded vaguely.
Zhang Chi was very grateful that there was a Spirit Master among his parents in this life, which made their family's living conditions far better than the average commoner.
After eating a few bites of rice, Zhang Chi looked at Yang Yun and asked.
"Mom, why did you make so many delicious dishes today? Is Dad coming back today?"
Hearing this, Yang Yun was stunned for a moment, then smiled and shook her head.
"Not yet.
The caravan has some things to deal with, he probably needs a while longer before he can come back..."
Hearing this, Zhang Chi did not ask any further.
His father, Zhang Su, ran a caravan with several of his Spirit Master friends.
Because they were out running the business all year round, the time their family spent together was actually not much.
After the meal, Zhang Chi wanted to take on the chore of washing the dishes, but was stopped by Yang Yun.
"Xiao Chi, you are also very tired today, you go rest first, let Mom handle these things."
While speaking, Yang Yun reached out and rubbed Zhang Chi's soft black hair again.
A trace of heartache flashed in Yang Yun's eyes; she had always been very clear about Zhang Chi's desire to become a Spirit Master.
But for Zhang Chi, this strong-willed child, Yang Yun had always had some worries.
In her perspective, ever since Zhang Chi found out that his father possessed a sickle Spirit, he had started practicing how to use a sickle in the small courtyard.
At the same time, Zhang Chi also used the books his father left behind to constantly learn knowledge about Spirit Beasts.
This level of diligence and seriousness made Yang Yun feel some worry in her heart.
If Zhang Chi awakened his father's mutated sickle Spirit, it would be fine; in that case, Zhang Chi would have a high probability of awakening innate spirit power.
But if Zhang Chi only awakened the Blue Silver Grass Spirit from her, then Zhang Chi would probably be like her, unable to awaken innate spirit power, and destined to be an ordinary person for the rest of his life...
Thinking of this, Yang Yun's voice became increasingly gentle.
"Xiao Chi, Mom knows you want to become a Spirit Master.
But if your Spirit's quality isn't good, don't be discouraged.
Mom will always support you."
"Mmhmm."
Zhang Chi clenched his fists and nodded at Yang Yun...
[Ding!]
Just as Zhang Chi walked back into the courtyard, preparing to practice using the sickle for a while longer, a mechanical voice sounded in Zhang Chi's mind.
[At thirty-five years old, you, with only the cultivation of a Spirit King, watch Tang San, who has already become a god for ten years, ascend to the God Realm.
Your heart is filled with mixed emotions.
The 'Late Bloomer System' is now activated!]
Accompanied by this mechanical voice, a scroll of light screen slowly unfolded in Zhang Chi's eyes.
On that light screen, a middle-aged man who looked somewhat like Zhang Chi was kneeling before a grave.
[At thirty-five years old, you deeply regret your choice from back then.
The child wants to provide for his parents, but they are gone; by the time you returned to Saint Spirit Village wanting to see your parents, the Saint Spirit Village head, Old Jack, only led you to the grave where the two of them were buried together.
After understanding everything that happened, you knelt before your parents' grave, weeping uncontrollably!]
[Novice Quest]: Sweep the graves for your parents who have always been waiting for you to come home...