The Path of Cultivation Had Only Just Begun

He closed his eyes, then opened them, and it was already the next day.

Wang Xiaofeng, still lazing in bed, had no idea that danger had quietly arrived.

"Ah!"

A chill slid from his neck into Wang Xiaofeng's body.

"What the heck? (д)"

Wang Xiaofeng was still groggy, his brain not yet awake, but his body automatically sprang out of bed.

"Smack!"

He immediately fell beneath the bed.

"Hahaha! (ω)" Wang Danu wiped the water from his hands onto himself. "Xiaofeng, get up. Training starts now."

"Old Dad, it's not even light out yet." Wang Xiaofeng rubbed his backside, which had nearly split in two from the fall, and looked speechlessly at the excited Wang Danu.

The sky outside was still dark, though a faint glow had begun to appear. The villagers preparing to chop wood and till the fields were probably already making breakfast.

"Didn't you agree to start exercising today?" Wang Danu acted as if he hadn't seen the resentful look on Wang Xiaofeng's face. "It's the first day, so naturally we need a good start."

"Get up already. We're leaving after breakfast." Wang Danu patted Wang Xiaofeng on the head and left the room.

"You keep patting my head. What if I don't grow taller?" Wang Xiaofeng complained casually. He then quickly tidied up his room and went out for breakfast.

After breakfast, Wang Xiaofeng pushed the supposedly ancestral handcart and followed Wang Danu toward the Village Entrance.

The Village Entrance was a mess, with more than a dozen figures gathered there.

"Danu, you're starting that ancestral training method of yours this year?"

"Danu, I told you already, that training method of yours is useless. You only got those two Century Soul Rings because you were lucky."

The group of middle-aged men immediately began shouting when they saw Wang Danu and Wang Xiaofeng trailing behind him.

Wang Danu was so angry that he began cursing, saying things like how a soul master's affairs couldn't be called luck, that it was clearly all due to strength, and other incomprehensible nonsense. The air was instantly filled with cheer.

Wang Xiaofeng stood to the side with a baffled expression. He truly didn't know how Wang Danu had acquired two Century Soul Rings. Whenever he asked about Soul Rings, Wang Danu would change the subject. Over time, Wang Xiaofeng had forgotten all about it.

Still, Wang Xiaofeng had once been very curious about it. With Wang Danu's boastful personality, the fact that he had never bragged about his Soul Rings was simply impossible.

While Wang Danu was furiously explaining himself to the others, Wang Xiaofeng secretly asked the middle-aged man watching the show beside him, "Wang Bo, what's wrong with Old Dad's Soul Rings?"

Wang Bo watched the commotion and said, "It's nothing much. Wang Danu got all his Soul Rings through luck."

"His First Soul Ring came when he was helping the village clear wasteland. By sheer luck, he dug up a Century Blue Silver Grass with one swing of his hoe. That kid happened to be stuck at level ten, so everyone let him absorb it."

"His Second Soul Ring was the same. There used to be a bamboo grove east of the village, and everyone went to cut bamboo to clear land. That kid just happened to chop down a huge bamboo stalk, and a Century Soul Ring popped out."

Wang Bo looked enviously at Wang Danu, who was arguing against the crowd. "And by coincidence, your father had just reached level twenty at the time. Then he absorbed that Soul Ring and became a Great Soul Master."

Wang Xiaofeng stared at his father in shock. Damn, he really was the protagonist. Otherwise, how could his luck be so absurdly heaven-defying? He had casually absorbed Soul Rings without even knowing their age limits, and they had happened to come from Soul Beasts suited to his own Soul Rings.

"Alright, alright. It was clearly because I'm powerful. Luck only played a tiny part." Wang Danu chased everyone away, then said to Wang Xiaofeng, "Come on. They're heading to the woods too."

As the sun gradually rose, Wang Xiaofeng followed the group to the edge of the forest.

"This is way too exaggerated." Wang Xiaofeng looked at the trees, which stood over ten meters tall and required two adults to wrap their arms around. This was only the outer edge of the forest.

Wang Xiaofeng looked at the huge trees, then at his little handcart.

Wang Danu laughed heartily, ignoring Wang Xiaofeng's eye roll as he shouted to everyone, "Get to work!"

Then he said to Wang Xiaofeng, "Today's goal is 3 jin of firewood." He handed Wang Xiaofeng a Firewood Knife.

Looking at the Firewood Knife, which was nearly half his height, Wang Xiaofeng was speechless.

He was only one meter tall and had the body of a three-year-old. If he chopped enough firewood to make 3 jin, he probably wouldn't have the strength left to haul it back.

But there was always a solution. Wang Xiaofeng didn't go chop wood. After all, the goal was to haul 3 jin of firewood back, not chop it himself. Picking it up worked too.

Thus, Wang Xiaofeng easily gathered 3 jin of firewood from the forest.

Wang Danu was quite pleased to see this. A dull-witted soul master would have a hard time getting by on Douluo Continent. But it was still too early to return, so they couldn't waste the time.

"Xiaofeng, since you're so free, help your uncles pile the firewood together so it'll be easier to take back later." Wang Danu stood atop a large tree, speaking to Wang Xiaofeng, who was loafing around.

Wang Xiaofeng had just placed the 3 jin of firewood onto the handcart and was about to slack off when he jolted. He looked resentfully at Wang Danu, but Wang Danu was already immune to Wang Xiaofeng's murderous glare. Wang Xiaofeng could only go pile up the firewood.

As the sun rose higher, the temperature began to climb, and it was no longer as cool as it had been in the morning.

"Time's about up. Pack up and head back!" At Wang Danu's shout, everyone gathered together and started walking home.

Behind the group, one large figure and one small figure followed closely.

Wang Xiaofeng felt as though his arms were about to break. Although he had slacked off while piling the firewood, he was still only a three-year-old child, and he was now pulling a handcart loaded with 3 jin of firewood.

Every cell in his body seemed to be crying out and cursing Wang Xiaofeng. "Stop pulling the handcart already! Hurry up and stop to rest!"

Alright, it was really just that the weather was too hot, and Wang Xiaofeng was too exhausted, so he was hallucinating.

A tall figure blocked Wang Xiaofeng's path. "Can you do it or not? If you can't, just give up. I'll carry you back."

Wang Xiaofeng jolted back to his senses. "Don't even think about laughing at me. I-I can do it."

Only then did Wang Xiaofeng notice that Wang Danu was holding several rabbits as large as roosters.

"Those are Bouncy Rabbits, right?" Wang Xiaofeng looked at the rabbits, which had been tied up like rice dumplings with Blue Silver Grass, and asked Wang Danu.

"That's right. These are the Bouncy Rabbits you usually eat. Though they haven't cultivated to the ten-year level and can't produce Soul Rings, they still count as Soul Beasts."

Wang Danu lifted the "rice dumplings" in his hand and, seeing Wang Xiaofeng force himself to stay alert, said, "My First Soul Skill is Entanglement. The Soul Skill provided by Blue Silver Grass is weak, but its advantage is that it consumes little Soul Power, and only a small amount of Soul Power is needed to maintain its effect."

Wang Xiaofeng ultimately failed to hold on until they got back and fainted halfway home.

But Wang Danu was very happy. For a three-year-old child to possess such perseverance, perhaps Calabash Village might one day produce a Soul Saint.