Tang San's Troubles

Holy Soul Village.

On a small hill barely over a hundred meters tall beside Holy Soul Village.

Tang San sat cross-legged atop a rock at the summit, cultivating the Mysterious Heaven Skill.

Suddenly, Tang San's spine jolted, and his body shuddered. His limbs went weak, his head spun, and he felt as though he had lost something in the unseen.

Caught off guard, Tang San rolled off the rock and landed face-first in the dirt.

It took Tang San quite a while to recover.

"Ptooey! Ptooey!"

He spat out the dirt and grass clippings in his mouth.

For some reason, a smug, irritating face surfaced in Tang San's mind. It was not unfamiliar—it belonged to that brat from the neighboring village who had pestered him relentlessly some time ago and even made him call him "Ancestor."

He dusted off his hands and clothes.

The more Tang San thought about it, the angrier he became!

"That damn brat! His harassment these past few days must have distracted me while I was cultivating the Mysterious Heaven Skill and caused something to go wrong.

"Hmph, I'd better not run into him again."

Tang San decided that the next time he saw that brat, he would give him a proper beating.

[Ding, Tang San's Blue Silver Emperor bloodline has been taken. His Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul has become ordinary Blue Silver Grass. Hate Value has reached: 5%. Tang San utterly despises the host. The host has obtained 500 Hatred Points.]

Seeing that stealing Tang San's Blue Silver Emperor bloodline had only raised the Hate Value by 5%, Zu Zong was deeply puzzled. He had already prepared himself to be beaten black and blue by Tang San.

"System, I stole Tang San's Blue Silver Emperor bloodline. Without the Blue Silver Emperor, Tang San's Blue Silver Grass has completely become a useless Martial Soul. Even with that scumbag Yu Xiaogang's theory, its power will be greatly reduced. It's basically ruined nearly half his talent, so why did it only raise the Hate Value by 5%?"

[Ding, because Tang San does not yet know that he will be unable to awaken the Blue Silver Emperor in the future, the Hate Value is relatively low. Once Tang San discovers this, the Hate Value will instantly rise above 70%, and he will develop murderous intent.]

"Then what's the Hate Value for?"

[The host may consume Hate Value to actively teleport to worlds the system has stolen from.]

"I see. Doesn't that mean I'll be able to travel through countless worlds and do whatever I want in the future? If I encounter danger on Douluo Continent, I can also use Hatred Points to teleport somewhere else and escape!"

[Host, theoretically, yes. However, teleportation destinations within the main world, Douluo Continent, are random. Please use with caution.]

"Got it! OJBK!"

Another system notification sounded in Zu Zong's mind.

[Ding, the host has obtained the Blue Silver Emperor bloodline. Would you like to fuse with it?]

"Of course I want to fuse with it. But before that, show me my personal status panel."

[Ding, opening personal status panel.]

[Host: Zu Zong

Gender: Male

Age: 5 years and 11 months old (25 years old)

Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass (Unawakened)

Innate Soul Power: 0

Soul Power Level: 0

Base Strength: 3 (Average adult male: 10)

System Storage: Blue Silver Emperor bloodline

Overall Evaluation: Trash that is inferior even to trash.

Remaining Steal Attempts: 0

Hatred Points: 500

World Stolen From: Douluo Continent

]

Seeing the attributes on his personal status panel, Zu Zong rolled his eyes.

So I'm trash. I'm really sorry about that!

"System, fuse the Blue Silver Emperor bloodline for me."

[Ding, fusing Blue Silver Emperor bloodline.]

Hmm! It should hurt a lot, right? But your Little Ancestor can endure it. Let the storm come even fiercer!

A quarter of an hour later, the bone-deep pain Zu Zong had imagined never came.

[Ding, fusion complete.]

"System, why hasn't my body changed at all? Didn't they say that after awakening the Blue Silver Emperor, my hair would turn blue, my body would improve, and my face would become more handsome?"

[Ding, the host's Martial Soul must first be awakened. Would you like to view your personal status panel?]

"Fine, show it!"

[Host: Zu Zong

Gender: Male

Age: 5 years and 11 months old (25 years old)

Martial Soul: Blue Silver Emperor (Unawakened)

Innate Soul Power: Level 10

Soul Power Level: 0 (Unawakened)

Base Strength: 5 (Average adult male: 10)

System Storage: None

Overall Evaluation: Barely trash.

Remaining Steal Attempts: 0

Hatred Points: 500

World Stolen From: Douluo Continent

]

"Haha, the Blue Silver Emperor really deserves to be called a Martial Soul comparable to the Clear Sky Hammer. It actually has Innate Full Soul Power.

"Still, it looks like I'll have to lie low for another month. I'll train my body during this time!"

He walked out of the shack.

Ptooey!

It was a thatched hut.

Zu Zong felt much more relaxed, no longer forcing a smile as before.

He cast aside his usual couch-potato mindset.

Humming a little tune.

"A girl's feet are tiny and dainty, with a white jade bird embroidered upon them. Someone tries to catch her, but she flies away."

He slowly made his way to Old Tom's house.

Mooching a meal?

No, you were wrong.

As the only hope of Emperor Soul Village, a flower of the motherland.

How could it be called mooching a meal?

You knew what he meant! He was the future successor of socialism.

There was little entertainment in the countryside, so everyone went to bed early. Before the sun had even set, Old Tom had already prepared dinner.

Old Tom was used to Zu Zong showing up uninvited. He merely smiled and shook his head.

Ever since Zu Zong's parents had died in a disaster more than five years ago, their family of three leaving only Zu Zong, who had been less than two months old at the time, as the sole survivor, Old Tom had found him and raised him. It was not until last year, after Zu Zong strongly insisted, that Old Tom allowed him to live alone.

That disaster had destroyed more than half of Emperor Soul Village, which had originally contained over four hundred households.

Some had died, some had fled, and those who remained were only the old, weak, sick, and disabled.

Old Tom filled a large bowl to the brim with rice for Zu Zong and scolded with a smile, "You brat, go to bed early after you eat. Remember to get up and train tomorrow!"

Zu Zong did not stand on ceremony. He picked up his bowl and wolfed down the food. "Thanks, Grandpa Tom!"

Watching Zu Zong eat like a starving wolf, Old Tom could not help recalling the past.

He turned and entered the kitchen, tears unconsciously welling in his eyes.

"If my grandson Little Jerry were still alive, he should be about the same age as him."

Of course, Zu Zong did not hear those words.

Time flew by.

In the blink of an eye, a month had passed.

Having just finished his morning run, Zu Zong leisurely enjoyed the breakfast Old Tom had prepared in the village: sweet potato porridge.

Slurp, slurp.

Zu Zong drank with great relish!

Old Tom glared at Zu Zong. "Brat, hurry up and finish it. I'm taking you to the Spirit Hall in Holy Soul Village to awaken your Martial Soul!"

"Got it, Grandpa Tom!"

Zu Zong hurriedly picked up a piece of pickled vegetables and put it into his mouth, then drained the remaining sweet potato porridge in one gulp.

Not long after breakfast, Old Tom tidied up the bowls and chopsticks before taking Zu Zong toward Holy Soul Village.

The sweet potato porridge that morning had been quite good, and with his Martial Soul about to awaken, Zu Zong, who had lain low for a month, was in an excellent mood. Smiling, he asked Old Tom, "Grandpa Tom! Why are we going to Holy Soul Village to awaken our Martial Souls? Didn't I hear that Spirit Hall's Lord Soul Masters come over themselves?"

Old Tom said sorrowfully, "Things are different now. Our Emperor Soul Village declined because of that disaster more than five years ago. Some died, some fled, and this year, you are the only six-year-old child in the village. We would feel bad asking the Lord Soul Master to make a special trip for us. Holy Soul Village isn't far anyway, so we arranged to awaken Martial Souls together."

Zu Zong nodded and shouted inwardly, The disaster more than five years ago must have been Tang Hao's battle against Spirit Hall! My parents died in that disaster. One of the culprits, Qian Xunji, is dead, which means Tang Hao is the one left.

At that thought, Zu Zong clenched his fists, and a cold gleam flashed through his eyes.

Then he relaxed his hands. Before he possessed strength equal to his enemy's, he should remain hidden.

Seeing Zu Zong lower his head in silence, Old Tom assumed he was nervous about being unable to awaken Soul Power and comforted him, "Brat, even if you can't awaken Soul Power, it doesn't matter. When I'm gone, you can take over as the village chief of Emperor Soul Village."

Zu Zong rolled his eyes. That's it? And you call it a grand position?