Volume One

Spirit Hall Writ "Bootlicker...?" Su Xing froze for a moment, then the corner of his mouth twitched. "I finally know who this Si Si is!" Tang San's Soul Power had long since reached level ten. Grandmaster was presumably preparing to hunt a soul beast for Tang San and obtain his first soul ring. With that, Su Xing handed the draft paper in his hand to Su Yuntao, then lowered his head for a closer look. In the middle of the black token in his hand was an inverted sword. When he had read Douluo Continent in his previous life, he seemed to have seen this name before, but so much time had passed that Su Xing had somewhat forgotten it. Since entering the Soul Hunting Forest required a writ issued by Spirit Hall, and Su Xing did not have one, he had made a deal with Su Yuntao three months ago. There were not many people in the Spirit Hall lobby, with only a few servants cleaning nearby. Su Xing did not see Su Yuntao anywhere in the hall, just as he was about to ask someone. [At six years old, you awakened the Godsmith Hammer martial soul, but your Innate Soul Power was only level three.] Hearing this, Su Xing rummaged in his clothes and pulled out a stack of toilet paper covered in messy handwriting. He extended his other hand and lightly bounced it, signaling for Su Yuntao to give him the token first. "Hey, kid, did you bring the rest of the story about Xiao Yan and Xiao Yan's battle against the Soul Gale Sect today?" Su Yuntao yawned and asked... "Yours are just too... big. It's hard not to let one's imagination run wild." Looking up at the gently trembling peaks before Si Si's chest, Su Xing abruptly shook his head, forcibly flinging away the wicked thoughts in his heart. However, he did not go to the Soul Hunting Forest, but to Spirit Hall in Nuoding City instead. On Douluo Continent, whether in the Heaven Dou Empire or the Star Luo Empire, Spirit Hall was a landmark building in every city. Su Xing merely asked a passerby and easily found it. [Ding! Life simulation begins—] He clearly looked as though he had not slept well. [At seventy-four years old, you died of illness.] On this day, Su Xing also secretly slipped out. "Give me the token." Su Xing spoke, and it was obvious that the two had long agreed on the time of their deal. Brother Tao's current appearance was quite like Su Xing in his previous life when he stayed up late reading novels. Over the next few days, Su Xing spent almost all his time in the dormitory, neglecting food and sleep as he consulted all sorts of materials concerning martial souls and cultivation books. He carried out a life simulation. Before she could finish speaking, Si Si turned and headed toward a room. "Hello, Uncle. I'm a student of Nuoding City Junior Soul Master Academy. I came here to see Uncle Su Yuntao about something." Su Xing pointed at his school uniform as he spoke to the guard. After receiving the token, Su Xing did not head directly for the Soul Hunting Forest. Instead, he first returned to the academy dormitory. "Please begin the life simulation." [At twenty-three years old, war broke out between your country and neighboring countries. The city where you lived was conquered by an enemy nation, and all the blacksmiths of your Blacksmith Association were captured.] "All right, no problem. I'll definitely return it to you then." "Little brother, wait a moment. Big Sister will go call that bootlicker Su Yuntao for you..." "All right, Uncle." Su Xing pursed his lips in a smile and hurried into Spirit Hall. Hearing this, the guard glanced at the Nuoding Academy emblem on Su Xing's uniform and said kindly, "Deacon Su Yuntao? He seems to be in the first-floor lobby. Go on in, little friend. If you have any questions, he'll help you." "Since the host has no Life Achievement Points, you cannot choose your own birth. The system will randomly assign you an identity. We wish you a pleasant journey through life." A few days earlier, early in the morning. [At twelve years old, through hard work, you became a Soul Master and a famous forger in the surrounding area.] Seeing this, Su Yuntao casually took out a black token and tossed it directly to Su Xing. "Here, take it. This may be the lowest-level token issued by Spirit Hall, but don't lose it, kid. Otherwise, the consequences will be serious." [At four years old, your elders discovered that you were not only skilled at making all kinds of tools, but were also born with divine strength. You could already carry a one-hundred-and-twenty-jin forging hammer.] The entire building was brown, and a longsword was carved above the main entrance. This was Spirit Hall's distinctive symbol, representing the lowest-level Spirit Hall. [At twenty-five years old, with your support, the enemy nation greatly improved its weapons and equipment. In just two years, your country was destroyed.] [At one year old, you were born into a family of blacksmiths.] "Hmph, you little brat. You actually dare hunt soul beasts alone? Once you enter the Soul Hunting Forest, you'll understand what the so-called 'terrifying as such' in Douluo Firmament means." [Simulation complete. Please retain one item obtained during the simulated life.] [At eighteen years old, you founded the Douluo Continent Blacksmith Association and became its honorary president.] Around the Spirit Hall lobby stood countless enormous crystal windows. Sunlight from outside refracted through them and shone upon the murals on the walls, making the entire hall resplendent yet still ancient and dignified. Watching Su Xing's retreating back, Su Yuntao silently thought to himself... These past days, Su Yuntao seemed to have been staying up every night reading that story, Douluo Firmament. He was obviously engrossed in it, to the point that his gaze had become somewhat unfocused. As soon as he said this, a blush flashed across Si Si's face. Clearly, she liked being called Big Sister. "Big Sister, I'm looking for Uncle Su Yuntao." Su Xing said softly. Upon arriving at Spirit Hall, Su Xing found two fully armed guards standing at its entrance. Clearly, not just anyone could enter at will. A tall, voluptuous female Soul Master with fairly attractive features suddenly came over to Su Xing and asked, "Hello, little friend. My name is Si Si. Who are you looking for?" [At twenty-seven years old, you returned to your long-absent hometown and discovered that, ravaged by war, it had become a desolate wasteland. Corpses of the starved lay everywhere, and not a soul could be seen for miles.] Before long, Su Yuntao emerged from a room. But why were there dark circles around his eyes now? "Si Si? That name sounds familiar. Why can't I remember it?" Su Xing scratched his head and pondered. The token traced an arc through the air before Su Xing snatched it in one hand. Spirit Hall in Nuoding City was a massive domed building. Its front alone was more than a hundred meters wide and over twenty meters tall, divided into three floors. [At thirty years old, the empire bestowed upon you the title of Godsmith.] Tang San followed Grandmaster out of Nuoding Academy. Su Xing knew that they had probably gone to the Soul Hunting Forest four hundred li northeast of Nuoding City. [The people of the enemy nation demanded that you forge weapons for them. When you refused, nearly everyone in the Blacksmith Association was slaughtered. In the end, you had no choice but to manufacture weapons for the enemy nation.] [At fifty-two years old, you forged the peerless divine weapon, the Light Spirit Blade.] After entering Spirit Hall, Su Xing found that its domed ceiling was covered in all kinds of small squares. Each square bore the image of a different martial soul.