Why Did I Transmigrate? (Revised)

Douluo Continent, Barak Kingdom, Calabash Village.

A loud cry suddenly rang out from inside a house.

"It's born, it's born! It's a boy," an old woman said happily, holding a baby in her arms.

A figure darted over from the side and appeared before the old woman. "Hahaha! I, Wang Danu, have a child too!"

The tall, thin man gently took the baby from the old woman and softly said to the exhausted woman on the bed, "Xiao Li, look, this is our child..."

Before he could finish, Wang Danu was smacked on the head.

"Wang Danu, you blockhead! Can't you see my sister is exhausted? Get out already," a muscular man said angrily.

Wang Xiaofeng, who had just transmigrated, stared speechlessly at the farce before him. Who are these people? I just went to sleep—why did I wake up somewhere else?

Yet what came out of his mouth was a burst of crying. "Why aren't you out yet? Can't you see my nephew is crying? You must have held him too tightly. Hurry up and give the child to the Midwife."

Wang Danu awkwardly handed the baby to the old woman, then quickly slipped out of the room.

Wang Xiaofeng was dumbfounded by his own crying. Don't tell me I transmigrated? He struggled to move his hand, only to feel utterly weak. Wave after wave of drowsiness washed over him. His vision went dark, and Wang Xiaofeng fell into a deep sleep.

...Three years later...

Wang Xiaofeng sat at the entrance to the courtyard, staring blankly at the chickens in front of him. He had never expected that one nap would somehow send him to another world.

Loneliness and boredom—those had been his feelings when he first arrived. He had no idea how all those people who transmigrated to other worlds managed to endure life without phones.

Three years had passed, and Wang Xiaofeng had accepted the reality that he had transmigrated after taking a nap. It was not as if refusing to accept it would change anything. Better to live poorly than die well. And honestly, this was the most casual transmigration he had ever seen.

Over those three years, Wang Xiaofeng had also figured out which world he had landed in, all thanks to Wang Danu showing off his Soul Rings in front of him.

"Son, watch carefully. This is your Old Dad's Martial Soul." Wang Danu stretched out his hand as Soul Power throughout his body surged toward his right hand. A green gourd immediately appeared in his palm, while two yellow rings emerged around him, bobbing up and down around his body.

"See that? This is your Old Dad's Martial Soul, the Green Calabash. I'm a Great Soul Master." He looked at his son's astonished expression, at the mouth that seemed wide enough to fit an apple.

Wang Danu proudly shoved his Martial Soul into Wang Xiaofeng's hands, letting him feel it properly. It would be best if Xiaofeng inherited his Martial Soul and possessed Innate Soul Power as well. Then, once Wang Danu grew old, he could hand the position of Village Chief over to him.

Holding the Green Calabash foolishly, Wang Xiaofeng finally realized what kind of world this was.

"Martial Souls, Soul Rings... this setting feels so familiar... Could this be Douluo Continent?"

But Wang Xiaofeng was not happy in the slightest. Instead, his head began to ache. Douluo Continent was a novel he had read long ago. He only remembered that the protagonist was named Tang San, that there was a Shrek Academy, and that the ending involved becoming a god or shattering the void—he could not remember clearly. Everything else was completely gone from his memory.

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Forget it. He could not return to his original world anyway, and he had gained over a decade of extra life. By that calculation, he had still come out ahead... ahead my ass. His fried chicken, milk tea, and phone were gone from him forever.

At that thought, tears streamed down Wang Xiaofeng's face. "How is this child crying just from staring into space in the courtyard?" Wang Danu looked utterly baffled. This... was probably because he was too idle, right? He needed to find something for him to do, lest he spend all day overthinking.

Ever since he was young, Wang Xiaofeng had not liked crying and making a fuss like other children, nor did he play with the neighborhood children. This worried Wang Danu and his wife greatly.

A child like that might have delayed brain development, or perhaps some rare and difficult illness, which was why he behaved so strangely.

So, to test him, when Wang Xiaofeng was only two years old, Wang Danu had taken him to the Schoolhouse in the village to study, hoping to ease his antisocial tendencies as well.

In the end, not only did Wang Xiaofeng fail to make any friends, he finished every basic reader in the Schoolhouse in just half a year.

Wang Danu had no choice but to let Wang Xiaofeng stay home for now. Antisocial was antisocial. Maybe geniuses were all like this, and perhaps he would get better in the future.

"Xiaofeng, in a couple of days, it'll be time for the village's Martial Soul Awakening. Do you want to go watch?" Wang Danu asked Wang Xiaofeng.

Martial Soul Awakening? Wang Xiaofeng immediately leaped up from his little stool and said in delight, "Didn't you say you wouldn't let me watch before? Why did you suddenly change your mind?"

"You've had your own ideas since you were little. I didn't let you watch before because I was afraid you'd overthink... No, because I was afraid you'd aim too high. But after observing you these past few days, you've passed my test. You can go watch the Martial Soul Awakening now."

Wang Danu spoke with a righteous expression, as though he had not been the one who sternly rejected Wang Xiaofeng's request two weeks ago.

Wang Xiaofeng looked helplessly at his father. He had already grown used to his occasional antics. Having come from Qidian Orphanage in his previous life, having a mischievous father and a gentle mother in this life was not too bad.

"Now that you've grown up, it's time to teach you my secret technique." Seeing his son return to normal, Wang Danu quietly sighed to himself.

"Old Dad, you actually know a secret technique!" Wang Xiaofeng looked at Wang Danu with disdain. Did he not know his own father? He was merely the Village Chief of a small village, and he had only inherited the position after his own father died. What secret technique could he possibly know?

When Wang Danu saw the disdain on his son's face, how could he not know what he was thinking? "Hmph, don't you dare doubt me. If it weren't for this secret technique of mine, how could I be the only Great Soul Master in the whole village while everyone else is at most a Soul Master?"

When Wang Xiaofeng thought about it, that made sense. Ever since Wang Danu had shown him his Martial Soul, Wang Xiaofeng had visited everyone in the village to see the wonders of Martial Souls. After all, as a modern person, he was very curious about abilities that had only existed in fantasy novels.

Everyone in the village, young and old, liked Wang Xiaofeng. Among all the children, he was the most polite, and he was cute too. His cheeks were so soft when pinched. It was a shame that he did not like going out much.

"So what exactly is this secret technique?" Wang Xiaofeng asked curiously. This time, it really seemed like a secret technique manual rather than mere boasting.

"This." Wang Danu somehow pushed out a small handcart. The wooden boards on it bore obvious patches, and it looked like it had been around for years.

Wang Xiaofeng stared at Wang Danu in utter confusion. This thing? Was he kidding?

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"You need to know that absorbing Soul Rings is extremely dangerous." Wang Danu seemed to see through Wang Xiaofeng's thoughts and said seriously, "That danger does not only refer to Soul Beasts. It also comes from the Soul Rings themselves."

"Even if you are lucky enough to kill a hundred-year Soul Beast, without a strong physique, you could still be burst apart by the Soul Ring's power. This is no joke."

Wang Xiaofeng nodded instinctively. The human body was like a balloon. If the air pumped into it exceeded what it could withstand, the balloon would explode. As a transmigrator, he understood that much.

"Therefore, a strong body is indispensable. You must build a solid foundation from childhood, or you will definitely regret it later."

Wang Danu pointed at the handcart in front of Wang Xiaofeng and said, "When I was little, your grandfather trained me this way too. After we watch the Martial Soul Awakening in a couple of days, you'll come with me to the Forest beside the village to gather firewood."

"Gathering firewood counts as training?" Wang Xiaofeng wore an expression that said, Don't think you can fool me just because I'm three.

"You're still young. This level of training is enough for you." Wang Danu gave his son a mysterious look. "Just don't cry that you're tired when the time comes."

Looking at the battered handcart, Wang Xiaofeng thought, As a transmigrator, how could I possibly lose to a mere handcart? Looks like I have no choice but to show off my protagonist's halo. →→

"We're running low on firewood at home anyway."

"(ー_ー)!! I knew that was your real purpose."

"Hahaha..."