Rebirth

Tsk, tsk. Innate Full Soul Power: 0.5...

What a pity...

With no time to care about the surrounding villagers' noisy discussions, Li Xun took a fierce bite of the beef-and-celery bun.

It was the first meal he had eaten since transmigrating here today.

It was also the only proper food this body had eaten in the past few days.

As his stomach filled with food, a warm current surged from it throughout his body.

He savored the rich beef and refreshing celery between his lips and teeth.

Li Xun closed his eyes in intoxication.

He suddenly felt that being alive was wonderful.

"Great King, the buns smell good, huh?"

The boy standing in front of Li Xun heard the chewing behind him and swallowed.

He scratched his slightly itchy face before turning to look at Li Xun.

"If you return the Throne to me, I'll bring you two more buns the day after tomorrow... No, tomorrow."

"And I can even appoint you as the Empire Marshal."

Ignoring the boy's incessant chatter,

Li Xun focused on eating the bun in his hand.

He was currently the king of a country with one queen, two ministers, and one commoner.

Although this force was tiny, and they were all children,

they had still imitated adults and established some rules.

There was one rule Li Xun valued most.

That was, during the first seven days after a new king's Dengji, every member of the empire had to offer tribute to the king each day.

They were merely little snacks and the like, but they were food all the same.

To fill his stomach, Li Xun had launched a rebellion without hesitation.

In the end, he had reached the Throne as a beggar.

After swallowing the last mouthful of food, Li Xun evenly rubbed the grease remaining on the bun into every corner of both hands.

This eased the cracking of the skin on his hands.

"Isn't this just purely messing with people's minds?"

Li Xun had never dreamed that he would transmigrate twice in succession.

He had gone from being a wage slave who worked himself to death in a modern society to needing to become the leader of a group of children just to fill his stomach.

He had clearly still been enjoying a dream opening the previous night.

He had transmigrated into Hashirama Senju, an unrivaled powerhouse from Naruto.

Although it had happened suddenly,

relying on Hashirama's memories, Li Xun had still displayed numerous Ninjutsu on the Ninja World battlefield.

His final Ninjutsu, True Several Thousand Hands: Summit Buddha, had even intimidated countless people on the battlefield.

But perhaps because his unscrupulous boss had overworked him too much, his exhaustion had not yet eased.

Standing atop a high place,

for one brief moment, Li Xun felt his soul grow hazy. The Impure World Reincarnation body even showed signs of disintegrating.

It was this momentary opening that gave the enemy a chance.

Li Xun only felt a chill run down his back.

When he opened his eyes again, he had transmigrated into the body of an orphan in Gu Rong Village, under the jurisdiction of the Douluo Continent's Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

The village had received its name because the Titled Douluo Gu Rong had stopped there briefly in his early years.

Perhaps the village's name was too blatant.

Whenever it was time to awaken the children's Martial Souls, this place became somewhere the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect could never bypass.

It was currently the annual awakening season.

"Douluo is pretty good, too. Although it's the floor tiles of the Xuanhuan world, becoming a god grants one an almost endless lifespan."

Looking at the people lining up ahead to awaken their Martial Souls, Li Xun constantly consoled himself inwardly.

"Even someone as powerful as Hashirama Senju in Naruto couldn't escape the fate of birth, aging, illness, and death."

Compared with other worlds, people here casually made plans spanning ten thousand years.

That showed how cheap time was after becoming a god.

And gods didn't even need to work...

It wasn't that Li Xun was avoiding work. Who could blame him when he had transmigrated?

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is still around. I wonder what Tang San is up to now."

To be honest, Li Xun didn't want to fawn over Tang San.

Since he had transmigrated, if he didn't live freely this time

and instead became a bootlicker,

he might as well let a dog transmigrate directly. Dogs licked more straightforwardly than people.

"Hey, you won't even give me two buns? Do you want to fight me again?"

Seeing that his words had been ignored, the boy grew angry. "I only lost by one move last time. With me prepared, do you really think you can beat me?"

"You should call me Great King."

Li Xun looked at the boy's swollen cheeks and rubbed his still-aching hands.

"Looks like you've lost some of your memory. Go home and look in the mirror later. Take a good look at your face."

Strictly speaking,

as an adult, Li Xun shouldn't have struck a child so hard, even for food.

After all, every action had an equal reaction.

His opponent had felt the pain on his hands.

He had done this entirely to settle the grudges of his predecessor, a little beggar who was often bullied in this empire.

"You're still trying to fool me. You only hit me once."

The boy was startled and suddenly felt a tightness in his chest. He hurriedly rubbed his face with his hands.

No wonder his face had always felt numb and itchy.

However, he absolutely couldn't admit it.

"Let's compete again. We'll compare whose awakened Soul Power is higher. If you lose, you give up the Throne. If I lose, I'll give you two buns."

After the boy finished speaking, a shrewd glint flashed through his eyes.

Li Xun's ferocity when fighting had completely overturned the boy's former impression of this timid orphan. He knew he had no chance of winning another fight.

The boy decided to take a gamble. As long as he won and returned to the Throne, he could rewrite the rules all over again.

Li Xun smiled and shook his head, ignoring the rebellious boy.

As an adult, how could he possibly care about children playing house?

The reason he had become king was merely to obtain some food he could immediately turn into energy.

He needed it to recover his strength and refine the Chakra within his body.

After all, the Martial Soul awakenings of the Douluo Continent were highly unpredictable. One was either a genius or a useless person.

It was better to prepare early.

If he failed to measure any Soul Power when he awakened his Martial Soul later, he would devote himself fully to researching Ninjutsu.

That way, even if he couldn't raise his Soul Power Level, he could still live well on the Douluo Continent.

And with careful study, he might even be able to carve out another path.

However, this was merely his worst-case plan.

After all, becoming a god in this world required a Soul Power Level and a Divine Position. It would be extremely difficult to bypass the gods of the God Realm and blaze a new path.

"Blue Silver Grass, a Useless Martial Soul."

"A Pot Lid... What a pity, there's no Soul Power."

As the children in front gradually dwindled, the rebellious boy also met defeat.

The entire empire was wiped out along with him.

Unease filled Li Xun's heart as he slowly stepped forward.

Although he had Ninjutsu as a fallback, he still couldn't help feeling nervous.

After all, the rules of this world relied on Martial Souls and Soul Power.

"Come. Hold out your right hand."

Perhaps because his performance hadn't met expectations, Ning Yuan, who was responsible for awakening Martial Souls, looked somewhat numb.

Li Xun walked into the Hexagram Array and carefully extended his right hand.

As Ning Yuan circulated his Soul Power,

Li Xun felt as if energy were slowly emerging within his body.

The energy inside him gradually became clearer, and it seemed that objects were about to emerge from both hands.

Li Xun's thoughts stirred, and in an instant, he recalled all the precautions required in Douluo.

Twin Martial Souls!

Li Xun's heart pounded. He clenched his left hand tightly and suppressed it with his mind.

He didn't let the Second Martial Soul appear.

Twin Martial Souls were encountered only once in a thousand years. Although the Second Martial Soul was difficult to cultivate and there were records of people exploding and dying from it,

that couldn't stop others from becoming envious.

There were too many people here. If he revealed it in front of them, who knew what trouble might arise?

"Hm? A Wood Carving."

Ning Yuan stared at the Martial Soul in Li Xun's right hand in astonishment.

He traveled among the villages year-round, awakening Martial Souls for children of the proper age. He had awakened all kinds of ordinary Martial Souls,

but this was his first time seeing a Wood Carving.

Moreover, this Wood Carving was exceedingly strange. A human body actually bore countless arms on its back.

Upon closer inspection, it was rather horrifying.

Still, it also sparked some interest in him. "Come, child. Place your hand on this Crystal Ball."

Suppressing his excitement, Li Xun moved his gaze away from the statue and gently covered the Crystal Ball with his left hand.

The instant his palm touched the Crystal Ball, a pale blue radiance suddenly lit up from its surface.

The radiance was as gentle as a flame and swayed unsteadily.

"This... This light is so dazzling. What Soul Power Level is it?"

A villager cried out in shock.

"Could it be Innate Full Soul Power?"

The boy and the other members of the empire crowded forward to watch.

"Yes, it must be!"

Ning Yuan's expression changed from numbness into twisted ecstasy.

He had awakened Martial Souls in various villages for many years, and his best record had been an Innate Soul Power of rank seven.

"This time, I'm really going to break the record. I wonder what reward the sect will give me. Hahaha."

Ning Yuan threw his head back and laughed. Then he looked at Li Xun with burning enthusiasm. "Child, can you tell me what your Martial Soul is called?"

Ning Yuan's intense gaze made Li Xun somewhat uncomfortable.

After pondering for a moment, he said, "My Martial Soul is called True Several Thousand Hands."

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