Steal the Blue Silver Emperor Bloodline

Emperor Soul Village.

You heard that right. Not Holy Soul Village, but Emperor Soul Village.

Emperor Soul Village lay south of Nuoding City in Fasnuo Province. It had a population of over a hundred households and was only three to five li from Holy Soul Village.

Legend had it that many years ago, Emperor Soul Village had not been called Emperor Soul Village, and Holy Soul Village had not been called Holy Soul Village either.

Then one day, a Soul Saint, holder of the eighth Soul Master title, emerged from Holy Soul Village. That was how Holy Soul Village got its name.

A few days later, the neighboring Blue Silver Village—now Emperor Soul Village—refused to be outdone. Rumor had it that it too had produced a Soul Emperor.

How many years ago had that been?

Had there really been a Soul Saint and a Soul Emperor? No one knew!

But from then on, the two neighboring villages became Holy Soul Village and Emperor Soul Village!

By a stream, a child of five or six lay sprawled on the grass with a blade of Blue Silver Grass between his teeth, his eyes closed as he enjoyed the sunlight.

With both hands behind his little head, he kept swinging one leg over the other while humming a nursery rhyme.

"Little scholar, little scholar, carrying his schoolbag off to school."

In the distance, Old Tom, the village chief of Emperor Soul Village, spotted the child slacking off again. He grabbed a shoulder pole and charged over.

As Old Tom ran, he shouted, "You little brat, slacking off again! Your Martial Soul will awaken next month. Without a good physique, how will you become a Soul Master in the future? I'll beat you to death!"

The child immediately sensed trouble.

He did a backward roll, sprang to his feet, and took off running.

"Stop chasing me, Grandpa Tom! What's the point of training every day? It's not like I can become a Soul Master anyway."

"You little brat, stop running!"

Old Tom shouted between gasps.

"No! The moment I stop, you'll beat me again."

He was not falling for that! He had taken plenty of blows from the old man's shoulder pole before.

One chased while the other fled.

Half an hour later, both of them collapsed to the ground, panting.

Old Tom grabbed the child's calf, greedily sucking in fresh air as he said in a deep voice, "Finally caught you, brat! Let's see if you dare slack off again."

By then, the child barely even had the strength to speak. He was not even six years old, yet he had been forced to sprint at full speed for half an hour. What had he done to deserve this?

"I'm not running anymore. Even if you beat me to death, I'm not running. I'm exhausted!"

Seeing the usually mischievous brat in such a sorry state, Old Tom burst into laughter. "So you have a day like this too! Fine! Since you ran for so long today, I'll let you off for now."

After resting for a while, the two returned to the village.

Old Tom and the child walked side by side along the path.

"Grandpa Tom, why are you so determined to make me become a Soul Master?"

The child voiced the question that had long puzzled him.

Old Tom sighed and said, "Sigh! Old Jack from the neighboring village keeps saying their village produced a Soul Saint, while our Emperor Soul Village merely followed their lead and made up that Soul Emperor nonsense!

"Hmph! That damned old fool.

"But if you, brat, can become a Soul Master, I'll finally be able to slap him in the face properly."

Thinking of how he could one day hold his head high before Old Jack and give him a vicious slap across the mouth, Old Tom laughed heartily.

The child's lips twitched. He rolled his eyes at Old Tom and said, "Well... didn't you say my dead father and mother both had Blue Silver Grass Martial Souls? Unless something unexpected happens, I'll probably awaken Blue Silver Grass too."

The child's ill-timed words brought Old Tom's laughter to an abrupt halt.

He raised his hand and gave the child a chop on the head.

"Ow, ow, ow!"

The child clutched his head with both hands, squatted on the ground, and began howling dramatically.

Seeing the child's ridiculous performance, Old Tom shook his head with a bitter smile.

"Stop howling. I didn't even use any strength." After thinking for a moment, Old Tom continued, "Last year, I asked Grandmaster Su Yuntao about it. Martial Souls can sometimes... what was it called? Right, Martial Soul Mutation. Maybe you'll mutate a good Martial Soul?"

Old Tom's words made the child stop pretending to be in pain. He sighed, got up, and headed back to his shabby little home!

Before leaving, he raised a small hand to wave goodbye to Old Tom.

Martial Soul Mutation? As if it were that easy! Especially with Blue Silver Grass. He did not have the Blue Silver Emperor Bloodline like Tang San.

That was right. This child was a transmigrator.

In his previous life on Blue Star, he had been an office drone. Who would have thought that after staying up all night reading Douluo Continent, he would suddenly die in bed the next day?

When he woke again, he found that he had become a baby.

As he gradually grew up, he spent two years learning the language of Douluo Continent. He also learned that he had an imposing yet utterly punchable name—his surname was Zu, his given name was Zong, and his full name was Zu Zong. Oh, no, just Zu Zong.

Whenever Old Tom introduced Zu Zong to others, he found it rather awkward. So he often called him "little brat." Over time, everyone forgot what his real name was!

According to Village Chief Old Tom, his deceased bargain-bin father had been named Zu Wang. That name had been chosen by his even more bargain-bin grandfather, Zu Di, who had lowered his expectations and hoped Zu Wang would grow up to become a Soul King. In the end, Zu Wang still had no Soul Power and could not cultivate.

By Zu Zong's generation, the expectations had dropped another level. They merely hoped their son could become a Soul Ancestor.

When Zu Zong first learned that he had transmigrated to Douluo Continent, he had been thrilled. He had even run to neighboring Holy Soul Village to meet the protagonist, Tang San.

He wanted to see what this controversial "villain" protagonist from his previous life was really like.

The result? Pah! He looked so ordinary, not even half as handsome as me. (Author: Looks like you're ugly too.)

Still, he had planned to befriend him. There was no helping it—his deceased bargain-bin parents had both possessed Blue Silver Grass Martial Souls, absolute trash Martial Souls.

If he wanted to cultivate, he could only find another way.

Cultivation techniques were scarce on Douluo Continent. Tricking Tang San into giving him the Mysterious Heaven Skill was his only path.

Who knew Tang San was such a slippery little bastard? Every time he saw Zu Zong, he acted as though he had seen his actual ancestor and stayed far away.

How could the "delicate and frail" Zu Zong catch up to Tang San, who practiced the Tang Sect's secret arts? After a few attempts, he gave up.

Inside the empty Thatched Cottage, Zu Zong lay on his broken bed, staring at the familiar ceiling—or rather, the thatched roof—and sighed without end.

"Sigh! I thought that after coming to Douluo Continent, I could beat up the protagonist, stomp the Clear Sky Sect underfoot, and marry a rich, beautiful woman. Ahem, I misspoke.

"I never expected even future cultivation to become a luxury. My Martial Soul will awaken next month. Could it be that I, Zu Someone, am really going to grow old and die in this Emperor Soul Village?"

Suddenly, a voice rang out in Zu Zong's mind.

[Ding, sensing the host's unwillingness, the Stealing System is beginning to load. Countdown: 10, 9, 8.]

"Holy shit!"

"Holy shit!"

"Holy shit!"

With his poor verbal skills, the excited Zu Zong shouted "holy shit" three times in a row!

"Ha ha! Little Ancestor is finally going to rise! From now on, Tang San, you damned bastard, get as far away from me as you can!"

[Ding, the Stealing System has finished loading. Bind it?]

"Hurry, hurry! Bind it to Little Ancestor already!"

[Stealing System bound successfully! Thank you for using it.]

Having read countless webnovel clichés, Zu Zong did not speak aloud again. Instead, he silently called out in his mind, "System, what functions does the Stealing System have?"

[Host, the Stealing System's primary function is to steal all kinds of treasures from the myriad worlds, including but not limited to abilities, cultivation techniques, heavenly treasures, bloodlines, and more!]

"Ha ha, Little Ancestor is getting cheats now."

Little Ancestor was Zu Zong's newly adopted self-reference. Other people called themselves "this young master," but who was Zu Zong? He was someone destined to roam the myriad worlds in the future. Naturally, he needed a distinctive self-reference, so he decided to call himself "Little Ancestor" from then on!

[Ding, Host should not celebrate too soon. Stealing has restrictions and risks. It can only be used once per year. Each increase of one Soul Power level will also grant one additional stealing opportunity. However, if the stolen target's Hate Value reaches its maximum, Host will be randomly teleported within a one-li radius of the stolen target for one hour.]

"Holy shit! Wouldn't that be dangerous? If I accidentally stole Bibi Dong's panties and got teleported to Spirit Hall, wouldn't that be nine deaths and one chance of survival!"

[Ding, Host is mistaken. It would be ten deaths and no chance of survival!]

"You don't need to tell me. Little Ancestor already knows!"

[Ding, Host has not used this year's stealing opportunity. Does Host wish to steal?]

"Steal! Why wouldn't I? The bold starve, while the reckless get stuffed."

[Ding, the system is currently stealing.]

[Ding, congratulations, Host. You have stolen the Blue Silver Emperor Martial Soul Bloodline of Tang San, the protagonist of Douluo Continent.]

"Holy shit!"

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