I Possessed Yu Xiaogang

Wang Qiang had thought there would be a fierce hand-to-hand battle. He was ready to use the techniques he had learned in the Martial Arts Club back in college to argue with this Otherworlder and give him a little shock from Chinese martial arts! Heh :-D

Who would have thought that the instant he entered the body's Soul Space, he would see a trembling ball of light from his soul's perspective? His Soul Body unconsciously crashed into it, and it felt just like stepping on and crushing an egg.

"Crack!" "Bang!!"

With that, the floating ball of light in the Soul Space was shattered by his soul.

"Ah!? Was an Otherworlder's spiritual soul body really this fragile?"

Wang Qiang was utterly dumbfounded. He had thought it would be a tough fight, but it had ended so easily.

He watched as fragments of the original occupant's soul floated through the Soul Space. The fragments surrounding him turned into multicolored streams of light and slowly entered his Soul Body.

"Mm! I feel so swollen! It feels like something entered me?"

Wang Qiang felt bloated, as though he had eaten his fill. Then scenes began appearing in his mind, as if he were watching a first-person movie.

It told the story of someone born as the son of the Clan Leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, who awakened a useless Martial Soul and possessed Innate Half Level Soul Power. He turned his grief and indignation into motivation, spending a full six years and consuming vast cultivation resources to reach Level 10. Under his father's guidance, he hunted a 420-year-old Thunder Dragon Beast, only for his Soul Power to rise to Level 11.

There was his father's disappointment, the clan members' gossip behind his back, and then a period when he wasted away. After that, he set himself an ambitious goal: to become the continent's first theory master and leave his name in history.

He buried himself in books, organizing and summarizing Soul Master cultivation knowledge while cultivating in silence and hoping for a miracle. But unable to bear the pressure of his clansmen's idle talk and his father's indifference, he ran away from the clan at thirteen. He took all the knowledge and copied books from the clan library with him.

He wandered the continent alone and used his clan's connections to enter the Advanced Soul Master Academy of Spirit Hall, the greatest power on the continent. He became a librarian and continued organizing and summarizing cultivation knowledge. After a full three years, he finally published the Ten Core Competitiveness Theories of Martial Souls in Spirit Hall, becoming famous among commoner and independent Soul Masters in one stroke. But in the eyes of the major powers, he was nothing but a joke, a clown.

His handsome appearance and scholarly air also attracted a young girl, and they fell in love. But when her teacher found out, she forced the girl to leave him, threatening to kill him otherwise. Wang Qiang then personally experienced the line, "We're not suitable for each other. Your Martial Soul is trash! We're people from two different worlds!" One sentence, and he ran away again.

He traveled the continent once more, met a young man with an Owl Martial Soul, acknowledged him as his big brother, and roamed the world with him. A few years later, the wasted young man finally reached Level 20 and went with Flender to hunt Spirit Beasts and advance. There, he met a young girl with a Fire Dragon Martial Soul, and the three of them became sworn siblings and traveled together. Along the way, they discovered the attraction between their Martial Souls and developed the Trinity Martial Soul Fusion Technique, with the wasted young man's Martial Soul as its core: the Light Holy Dragon.

While continuing to publish all sorts of unproven theories, he and his sworn brother and sister explored Ancient Ruins throughout the continent, earning the Golden Iron Triangle their great reputation. Then Wang Qiang saw something straight out of a melodramatic Korean drama from Earth: he secretly loved her, she did not love him, and she fell for his brother. His love ended before he could even confess—a bloody love triangle.

Although his brother was not some blond punk, the bride's father appeared at their humble wedding ceremony. He discovered that the person about to become his wife was suddenly his own cousin. Unable to endure it, he abandoned everything and ran away yet, yet, yet again. He ran for three days and three nights without stopping, stumbling in a daze to the roadside of the Small Woods in some place whose name he did not know, where he collapsed unconscious. The blow had been too great, and his Mental Power and stamina had been exhausted.

That was when he encountered Wang Qiang, who had crossed into this universe.

"So I transmigrated into Yu Xiaogang, that useless master from the original story? No! Even Tang San would have been fine! At least he had martial arts techniques. What did Yu Xiaogang have besides some fucking useless theories? I might as well have been reincarnated and started over!" Wang Qiang was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

Other than being born into a great clan, collecting a head full of books, and believing in his own Martial Soul theories, what did Yu Xiaogang even have? What Wang Qiang found most unbearable was that he had gone from a pure twenty-year-old youth to a washed-up middle-aged man in a single transmigration. He had aged so much in an instant, and this was Yu Xiaogang, mockingly called the strongest theory master in Douluo Continent by netizens.

"Why am I so unlucky! There's nothing I can do now; what's done is done. I want to see whether the wild ideas I had as a modern person reading novels can help me soar in Douluo Continent."

Wang Qiang—no, he could now be called Yu Xiaogang—could only travel Douluo Continent in this body. After reading so many Douluo fanfics and all kinds of anime and novels in his previous life, he felt like he could do it again.

"According to the original story, Tang San will become my disciple. Should I try becoming a god? We're both transmigrators. If Tang San can do it, why can't I? Tang San was just an ancient assassin. How could I, a college student from the new era, fail?"

Yu Xiaogang muttered to himself and looked up at the Soul Space. The colored mist had already disappeared. The Mental Power brought by the two souls had condensed into a small pool of water in this space, and two balls of light floated above it.

Inside one of them was a round, adorable little purple beast. It had purple fur, two large ears, and two small fleshy bumps protruding from its head, as though something was about to grow from them.

"This is Luo Sanpao, Yu Xiaogang's original Martial Soul? It may be a little useless, but it looks pretty popular with girls!"

Yu Xiaogang could not help thinking this. He turned to look at what was inside the other ball of light and could not help guessing that Martial Souls were manifestations of a body's bloodline and soul. Now that he had inherited everything from Yu Xiaogang, he had also inherited Yu Xiaogang's original Martial Soul. This ball of light floating beside it might be a Martial Soul unique to his Earthling soul, born under the rules of Douluo Continent.

"What will I awaken, then? The ball of light has been floating there the whole time. Do I need to touch it?"

As Yu Xiaogang spoke, he stepped forward and placed both hands on the two balls of light. He closed his eyes and felt something being drawn away, followed by something else flowing back into him.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a Corgi-like Luo Sanpao circling his feet, sniffing here and there with a puzzled expression. Luo Sanpao sensed that its master was different from before, though it did not know how. Its clever little eyes remained fixed on Yu Xiaogang, and it seemed quite happy. In the past, when its master did not summon it, it had always slept inside his body. Now, it had such a large space to play in.

"How amazing. Yu Xiaogang's Martial Soul actually has intelligence. It seems like his is the only solid, detached Martial Soul on the entire continent. Instead of properly studying his own Martial Soul, he went around making theories!" Yu Xiaogang muttered softly. "Luo Sanpao! Let's work hard together from now on!" He crouched down and rubbed its head. It felt pretty good.

"Roro!"

Luo Sanpao felt that its master was different from before, as though he had begun to like it. Its master had disliked it in the past, always making it sleep inside his body and only summoning it during battle.

"Heh! I always wanted to raise a Corgi before. Now that I've transmigrated, my wish has actually come true."

Yu Xiaogang happily petted Luo Sanpao's dog head while looking toward the new Martial Soul that had just been manifested by the rules of Douluo Continent.

"Fuck! Isn't that my phone? How did my phone become my Martial Soul? What would adding Spirit Rings to it even do? Play games? Watch anime?"

Yu Xiaogang stared in shock at the phone floating to his right. He truly could not understand what a phone could do in Douluo Continent. Could he control it like a brick and send it flying into the back of an enemy's head? Or did it have some support ability? The more he thought about it, the more he felt like his brain was growing. Maybe because he had clung to his phone every day in his previous life, he had awakened such a Martial Soul after arriving in Douluo Continent. Had the phone completely merged with him?

"Forget it. I'll put a glowing buff on the phone later and see what ability it gives me."

That was all Yu Xiaogang could think. He would take things one step at a time. The instant he picked up the phone, he suddenly understood its innate ability. It was instinctive: computation. That made sense; a smartphone was basically a tiny computer. As long as he input content, targets, and Soul Power, he could use it as a supercomputer. Was this his transmigration Golden Finger? Yu Xiaogang instantly thought of many possible uses. Perhaps he could create his own cultivation techniques. Everyone knew that the people of Douluo Continent built muscles but not brains. After tens of thousands of years, they still relied on meditation to increase Soul Power, while Tang San could become a god just by bringing over a cultivation technique from a martial arts civilization.

Yu Xiaogang refused to believe that someone from the age of information explosion could lose to a native from a martial arts world. Now, with the computational Phone Martial Soul helping him simulate the circulation of Meridians in the body, various cultivation techniques, and all kinds of wild ideas, even failure would only waste a little Soul Power. It would not cause Yu Xiaogang's body the slightest harm. It was practically a simulator, meaning he could freely experiment and make mistakes.

Moreover, Yu Xiaogang felt that his perception in his Soul Body state had not vanished after possessing and becoming Yu Xiaogang. Instead, it had grown stronger. He now felt as though he had a third invisible hand and eye with which to see the world.

With a thought, Yu Xiaogang realized that he could freely enter and leave the Soul Space inside his current body. He glanced at the small pool beneath his feet, condensed from Mental Power.

"At least I've developed an ability involving Mental Power. It feels like I can use it as telekinesis. I hope it isn't just an illusion."

The moment he finished speaking, Yu Xiaogang's heart stirred, and he felt aches all over his body, as though his bones were falling apart. He could barely open his eyes, and his head suddenly became heavy and muddled, as though someone had stuffed a balloon into his brain.

"Fuck! Did Yu Xiaogang really run for that long?"

The moment Yu Xiaogang took over the body, waves of exhaustion assaulted him, and he could not help cursing inwardly.

He looked up at his surroundings and discovered a dry tree hollow not far away. Dragging his heavy steps and supporting his drowsy head, he slowly made his way into it. After taking a quick look around, he found it quite clean.

He then took out a piece of rain cloth from the Soul Tool at his waist and covered the entrance. He scattered medicinal powder to repel insects and snakes.

He dropped onto the dry leaves, took out some rations and clean water from his storage Soul Tool, and forced down a few bites to settle his constantly cramping stomach. Yu Xiaogang felt alive again, but he could no longer resist the overwhelming sleepiness.

Yu Xiaogang was too exhausted. Whether it was the fatigue from this new body's three days of frantic running, the weariness of his soul from crossing dimensions, or the fact that he had just received all the original Yu Xiaogang's memories and abilities, his new brain desperately needed rest. He leaned against the wall of the tree hollow, tilted his head, and passed out. Hopefully no wild beasts would find him. It was by the roadside, so it should be fine... probably!

Recently, I read a lot of Douluo fanfics and felt that many of them bashed characters just for the sake of bashing them. I wanted to try a new angle and see whether I could personally train him! Ptooey, ptooey! No, I mean let a modern person teach ancient Tang San and bring a little technological shock to Douluo Continent.