I Transmigrated?

Douluo Continent, southwestern Heaven Dou Empire, Fasinuo Province, Nuoding City, Holy Spirit Village.

Dawn had just broken, and a faint fish-belly white was rising in the distant east. A five- or six-year-old child appeared atop a small hill over a hundred meters high, with wheat-colored skin and neat, short black hair.

The little boy stared at that patch of fish-belly white, closed his eyes, inhaled through his nose, then slowly exhaled. He opened his eyes wide, and a flash of purple passed through them...

The little boy was Tang San, and he was currently cultivating the Purple Demon Eye.

Meanwhile, on the other side of Holy Spirit Village, another little boy who also looked five or six was counting the silver soul coins before him. He had delicate features and regular facial features, and beneath his plain clothes, he exuded an air of mystery.

"I'm six years old. I've been in this world for six years too. Today, my martial soul will awaken. I just hope I don't awaken some martial soul like a sickle or blue silver grass. Otherwise, I'll really cry myself to death. I'll only be able to live off the silver soul coins in front of me.

"I have no interest in money. I don't want to touch money." Long Yu counted his money listlessly.

His name was Long Yu, and he came from Earth Star. An accident had brought him to this world known as Douluo Continent. As a shut-in who often read novels, he had naturally read this novel as well.

He was an orphan adopted by Old Jack. He had grown up in Holy Spirit Village eating meals at different households, and currently lived in Village Chief Old Jack's home.

Using memories from his previous life, Long Yu had helped Holy Spirit Village make full use of its reputation for having produced a Soul Saint to promote itself extensively, continuously develop its tourism industry, and persuade Village Chief Jack to improve the supporting facilities as much as possible, creating a one-stop service.

Holy Spirit Village had developed far better than before, and the villagers deeply admired and cared for this six-year-old child.

However, Long Yu had his own views on the characters in the book, such as Spirit Hall.

As the most powerful soul master force on Douluo Continent, Spirit Hall's strength and role were beyond question.

It helped soul masters awaken their martial souls for free, provided monthly subsidies to low-level soul masters, maintained the balance and stability of the soul master world, protected ordinary people, and acted like a counterweight to intervene between the two great empires.

If the subsidies were instead distributed layer by layer directly through the two great empires, then probably less than one-tenth would reach the low-level soul masters.

How could those lofty nobles care whether commoners like them lived or died? They would rather the commoners be exploited for their entire lives and remain weak forever.

As one of the commoners, Long Yu had personally witnessed the ugly greed of Heaven Dou Empire's nobles while developing tourism. Otherwise, Holy Spirit Village would have had much more development funding.

Without Spirit Hall's intervention, Star Luo Empire would have long since annexed Heaven Dou Empire with its strength. And in that war, who could possibly count how many soul masters and commoners would be killed or injured?

Moreover, in the eyes of commoners, Spirit Hall truly had a far better reputation than the two great empires and the other sects. At least, that was the case in Nuoding City, where Long Yu lived.

As for Tang San and Grandmaster, he truly did not think much of their character. As for the reasons, those could wait until later.

Long Yu stepped outside and looked toward the small hill. He saw Tang San's thin, lonely figure, with faint purple qi lingering around his eyes.

Was he cultivating the Tang Sect Secret Art, the Purple Demon Eye? Sigh, we both transmigrated here, so why didn't I get a Golden Finger?

Tang San, didn't you just have a father who was the world-renowned Clear Sky Douluo? Aside from top-tier Twin Martial Souls and Innate Full Soul Power, aside from Tang Sect Secret Arts, aside from the Hidden Weapons Compendium and poison techniques, aside from the backing of the Clear Sky Sect, the number one sect under heaven, what else did you have? What were you, anyway?!

Unlike me, Long Yu—I had nothing but success!...

Fine, Long Yu admitted that he was jealous. T^T.

Heavens, could you be a little fairer?!

"Xiao Yu, let's go. Head to the Spirit Hall in the center of the village and gather there first.

"Today is an important day. This time, the deacon from Nuoding City's Spirit Hall branch, Soul Grandmaster Su Yuntao, will be in charge of awakening your martial souls.

"Once you awaken a powerful martial soul and become a respected soul master, not only will your own future be secure, but the village will benefit as well. That's a soul master we're talking about.

"I'll go call Little San too. That fellow Tang Hao is certainly no one to rely on. Sigh, poor Little San, ending up with a father like that." The speaker was a somewhat plump old man who looked to be in his sixties. He was in good spirits, dressed neatly, and his hair was impeccably groomed.

Why was he somewhat plump? Because the village had money now. And as Long Yu put it, as the village chief of Holy Spirit Village, he had to pay attention to his image. He could not let people think that even Holy Spirit Village's village chief could not afford to eat.

Ending up with a father like that...

Too narrow-minded. His perspective was too narrow.

Grandpa Jack, if you knew the identity and strength of the man you called Tang Hao, who knew what you would think.

The ever-changing protagonist, but the unchanging toolman—Brother Tao had arrived.

"Alright, Village Chief Jack. How about I go with you?" Long Yu's mouth twitched slightly, but he still replied.

He also wanted to see what the legendary Clear Sky Douluo looked like now. In truth, he rather admired some of the deeds of this real man.

For the sake of his wife, he had not hesitated to fight Qian Xunji, Spirit Hall's previous Pope, to the death and leave his sect behind. He was a good husband.

But from another perspective, he truly had not been a good disciple to his sect.

"Huh? I remember you two hardly interacted since you were little, didn't you?" Jack was somewhat puzzled, but Long Yu still pulled him away.

The two arrived at the western side of the village. Three mud-brick houses looked utterly out of place in the rapidly developing Holy Spirit Village. A simple hammer was painted on the roof, representing a blacksmith.

Everyone was striving for the village's development, yet Tang Hao alone remained as he had always been. He had not participated, so nothing had changed.

The two did not enter. Village Chief Old Jack shouted loudly, "Little San, come out! Today is the martial soul awakening!"

A burly middle-aged man who looked nearly fifty emerged, dressed in tattered clothes and pulling Tang San along. He had bronze-colored skin, messy hair, a sallow complexion, dull eyes filled with despondency, and a heavy stench of alcohol about him.

After appearing while holding Tang San's little hand, he immediately left. "Go awaken it, then. I'm going back to sleep." With that, Tang Hao went back inside.

"You... sigh." Old Jack did not want to say anything more. Even something this important did not concern Tang Hao.

"Grandpa Jack, hello. Please don't mind him. My father is just that kind of person. Hello, Long Yu," Tang San said respectfully.

"Forget it, let's go. Today is a very important day."

Long Yu merely replied faintly, "Mm," and said nothing more.

"Grandpa Jack, what is a martial soul awakening?"

"It's like this..."

The three chatted as they walked toward the Spirit Hall in the village.