This book's timeline was set a hundred years before the plot of Douluo I. It was not purely fanfiction; the characters and plot were all newly created, so strictly speaking, it was not fanfiction.
In terms of style, it combined Douluo's martial soul setting with fantasy writing—a Douluo family novel.
Warning! Warning!
This was a family novel, not one person grinding monsters and leveling up. It would not be fast.
So it would strongly challenge your fixed impressions of Douluo fanfiction and kick off a brainstorm in your head.
Don't blame me for dampening your spirits in advance. Be careful! Be careful! Be careful!
By the way, this book had a cheat.
Special note: a slight spoiler—the first volume was rather complex and unconventional. If you found it confusing or had questions about the plot, go read "Release Remarks and Review" and "Summary of Volume One," and the threads would become clear.
Now beginning: Volume One, "Sha Po Lang"! The upheaval of the Chen Clan!
Fasinuo Province, Five Mountains County, Lin City, Goding Town, Chen Lin Village.
Douluo Calendar, June 13th, 2531.
That afternoon, beside the lake, there was a small gentle slope called Jieshi Slope. A five- or six-year-old child sat on a large rock on the slope, his skin a healthy wheat color, his short black hair looking very neat. He wore a well-fitted blue tight combat outfit, and his whole body looked very clean.
At that moment, he quietly gazed at the distant sunset glow spread across Shaolin Lake before him. Not far away, lotus flowers swayed in the wind, and he immersed himself in the scene, slowly pondering:
"I'll awaken my martial soul in another week. Father should be back in a few days. I wonder if I'll awaken the Seven Kill Sword, that top-tier Tool Martial Soul.
Starting when I was three, grandfather and Father had me soak in medicinal baths. At first it was once a month, then gradually once every half month, then once every week, more and more frequently. I also ate medicinal meals every few days.
Every day, I had to train my body, practice basic sword techniques, footwork, and fist arts, study language and writing, poetry, calligraphy, arithmetic, continental geography, history... Thankfully, there were no foreign languages.
Children in this world developed faster, both mentally and physically. Maybe that has something to do with the difference in Spirit Qi between the two worlds.
Grandfather and Father refused to teach me how to meditate on Soul Power. They said that before I turned six, before my awakening, I was forbidden from cultivating Soul Power—or rather, I couldn't cultivate any skill related to Soul Power at all. Looks like there's some reason I don't know about.
I've always been the kind of person who listens to good advice and ends up eating well.
Originally, I was wondering if I might get to witness the glory of the protagonist group, but in the end...
When Old Bro Chen Jianjun passed away, he was 108. Chen Xin was 72, thirty-six years older than my unborn nephew. When Chen Xin's sword finally shattered, he was 101, while Tang San was 25, a difference of seventy-six years. In other words, Old Bro was 112 years older than Tang San.
And this year, Old Bro will soon be twelve. By that calculation, Tang San's birth is exactly one hundred years away.
Ah, I'm stupid. This year is 2531, and Tang San was born in 2631. I could just look at the calendar. It's also one hundred years.
I'm speechless. I don't even know if I'll live long enough to see Tang San.
Forget it. Who cares? Though the main plot won't be of use, getting to see the legendary soul masters from a hundred years ago isn't a loss either.
Heh, the current twenty-five-year-old Saint Son of Spirit Hall, Qian Daoliu, who three years ago, with Soul Emperor cultivation, led Spirit Hall to seize the overall championship of the Advanced Elite Soul Master Tournament and became famous throughout the world—aside from the cheat-like protagonist group, this is already very, very strong.
Unfortunately, Tang Chen hasn't risen yet, so I can't hear rumors or deeds about him. As for Sea God Douluo Bo Saixi, heh, too far away, and she might not even have been born yet."
Chen Xiaojun—back then, the name his father had given him was Chen Jianxin. When he reached five years old a year ago, he had refused no matter what and had it changed to Xiaojun. Nonsense—when he saw that everyone had martial souls, while his own father was called Chen Xun, his old brother was called Chen Jianjun, and they had the Seven Kill Sword martial soul, he would have to be an idiot not to know he had transmigrated to Douluo Continent.
The Chen Family should actually be the Chen Clan, a sword Dao family whose inherited martial soul was the Seven Kill Sword, known as the number one offensive martial soul on the continent. Though he had no idea why his family had to hide their identities and publicly claim the surname Chen.
Chen Xin was a character he quite liked. If he were called Chen Jianxin, then the name Chen Xin most likely would not appear. Most importantly, it was better not to have the "jian" sound in his name, so that people would not call him "cheap person" in the future.
As all you readers could tell, this was another member of the transmigration army.
"Young Master, Mistress told you to go back for dinner." A little fatty ran over from afar. He was the son of their family's butler.
His name was Zhu Wuneng. Mm, when Chen Xiaojun had first heard this name, he had been rather thunderstruck. Still, to be fair, Little Fatty was chubby and quite cute.
The Zhu Clan had followed this Direct Lineage of theirs for over a hundred years. Each generation had accompanied their family members as they grew up. Their inherited Advanced Martial Soul was the Stone Armor Porcupine. This martial soul had formidable defense, decent offense, and excellent endurance, making them good partners to successive generations of Chen Clan heirs.
Little Fatty ranked third at home. Above him were an elder brother, Zhu Wukui, and an elder sister, Zhu Wuxin. Zhu Wukui cultivated and played together with Chen Xiaojun's old brother, Chen Jianjun, so this fatty should be his future partner.
"All right, all right, I'll head back right away. Let's go. Speaking of which, Xiao Wuneng, you're going to awaken your martial soul soon too, right?" Chen Xiaojun patted his backside and got up, walking toward home.
"Yeah, another half year. After I awaken, I'll still be with Young Master," Zhu Wuneng said with an honest grin.
"Your dad's martial soul is the Stone Armor Porcupine, and your mom's is the Nine-Toothed Rake. Maybe when the time comes, your awakened martial soul will mutate into a porcupine holding a rake, mighty and powerful, sweeping across the battlefield. From now on, Young Master will be relying on you." Chen Xiaojun teased Little Fatty.
"Heh, that'd be great. May your auspicious words come true, Young Master." Little Fatty smiled.
"I've already thought it up for you. If it's a Mutated Martial Soul, we'll call it Marshal Canopy—the marshal of pig-type martial souls!"
"..." Little Fatty had not yet caught on and asked, "Then, Young Master, what does this Canopy mean?"
"The name Canopy implies broad thinking, a favored son of heaven, a wide heart, full of positivity, a cheerful personality, and youthful promise."
"Then I can't bear that. It suits Young Master better." Little Fatty was not stupid and directly tossed it back.
"Boring. Forget it. Then again, if you're going to follow me in the future, that body of yours needs some refining. Although they say handsome skins are all the same, while interesting bellies bounce around, and your belly does feel pretty elastic when touched, you train your body every day just like I do, so why haven't I seen your belly shrink?"
"Young Master, I don't want it either. But my old man and my brother are both like this too. There's nothing I can do. Maybe it's natural. I can't slim down."
Chen Lin Village was a small village, with fewer than fifty households.
Chen Xiaojun's home was toward the northwest side of the village. It was less than two li away, and they arrived soon. The family had quite a large courtyard, with several layers of buildings. It was a village, after all, so there was plenty of land.
After passing through the main courtyard gate, Little Fatty went through a side gate into the courtyard to return to his own home. They were within one large compound, and one compound was like an alley. It was just that Chen Xiaojun's family lived in the main courtyard farther inside, while Little Fatty's family was not far from the alley entrance.
Walking inward, he saw the main courtyard. The main courtyard was very large, with more than a dozen rooms alone, distributed in an orderly, pleasing arrangement.
The moment he stepped through the main courtyard gate, he saw a beautiful woman in a pale-yellow silk blouse, tall and graceful, her hair coiled up with a plain begonia hairpin tucked into it, her features delicate and gentle. It was his mother, Ye Xiuxin.
She was just coming out of the side kitchen carrying two plates of food. When she saw him, she complained, "You child, if you go out to play, don't wander so far. Playing around the village is enough, but who knew where you'd run off to? Only Third Child could find you."
She called Little Fatty Third Child because he was ranked third.
"Heh, heh, heh." Chen Xiaojun brushed her off perfunctorily.
"Wash your face and hands, then go to the inner room. Your grandfather and your brother are both waiting," Ye Xiuxin said gently.
"Okay, this old woman." With that, he dashed off to the washstand in the courtyard.
"Who are you calling old, you brat? Asking for a beating, are you?"
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