Withered Wood Bow

Spirit City, Spirit Hall, Elite Class dormitory playground.

A delicate-looking little boy of about six or seven, dressed in pajamas, stood gazing intently at the stars in the night sky, his eyes filled with deep confusion and bewilderment.

"APTX4869? Did the system's descent shrink my age and body? Or... was I a sage last night..."

Ye Tianxing made a symbolic flick of his hand. He had only transmigrated from Blue Star to Douluo Continent a day ago, yet everything that had happened during that time was simply unbelievable and incomprehensible.

Transmigration—yes, transmigration.

An ambitious young man who had already let his dreams soar on New Year's Eve had closed his eyes slightly, kicked out his legs, and arrived in the next second in a fantasy world that only novel protagonists ever reached: Douluo Continent.

He had gone from floor tiles to ceiling tiles.

Falling from the boundless blue sky like a meteor, an ambitious young man who had originally been twenty-five had instantly become a six-year-old child, still wearing clothes that had been slightly torn when his body changed.

His clear, round, lively eyes successfully caught the attention of a Spirit Hall deacon passing by on his way to a nearby village to oversee martial soul awakenings. Under the man's warm and hopeful gaze—

Oh ho!

Jackpot!

Innate Full Soul Power.

Ye Tianxing still remembered that deacon repeatedly muttering, "I won't have to worry about the rest of my life..."

He muttered it over and over, until tears slipped disgracefully from the corners of his mouth. He still did not care about appearances as he wiped them away.

Immediately, the deacon acted as though he had found treasure. After glancing around, confirming that no one was watching, and asking Ye Tianxing about his circumstances, he learned that the boy was an orphan...

Ye Tianxing was brought to Spirit Hall.

Looking at the unfamiliar yet prosperous, majestic city before him, along with every plotline he knew in his mind, Ye Tianxing felt both fortunate and disappointed.

He was fortunate that he had arrived directly at the greatest organization in this world. With his advantage of Innate Full Soul Power, he would never lack resources. At the very least, he could become a Titled Douluo in the future and perhaps even become an elder.

He was disappointed because Ye Tianxing did not know whether Tang San, the original protagonist and Buddha, had been born yet—whether this was the early stage when he was six, the middle stage just after the Spirit Master Tournament, or the later stage when he had activated all his cheats.

In truth, Ye Tianxing preferred starting from scratch, because he wanted to see.

Would a modern person armed with modern knowledge be more formidable, or would that outer disciple from a hidden weapon sect, whose head was filled with ways to court death, have the upper hand?

"Since I'm here, I might as well settle down. I can't go home right now, and I somehow joined Spirit Hall." Ye Tianxing puffed out his cheeks and muttered softly, "As for Tang San..."

Online opinions of Tang San in his previous life had been sharply divided. Ye Tianxing was an ironclad fan among the haters, because he had read, "I'd rather be Xiao Yan's lackey than Tang San's brother," and thought that person had a point.

He had been thrilled when he watched it as a child, but after growing up, he always felt that something was off. It just felt strange, though he could not explain why.

"Whatever. Improving my strength comes first. If I don't want to be hammered to death by Tang Hao's giant hammer, I need to cling to Spirit Hall's thick thigh first. There are plenty of Titled Douluo elders here, and the Pope is Bibi Dong, who possesses the Rakshasa God's inheritance. Though she's a hopeless romantic, at least she treats her disciples fairly well."

"Withered Wood Bow!"

A large emerald-green bow, woven from withered vines and twisting in crooked curves, appeared in Ye Tianxing's left hand.

This was his martial soul, the Withered Wood Bow.

He had named it the Withered Wood Bow because it resembled dead wood, and seemingly ordinary things often produced unexpected results at critical moments.

Thus, it was named: Withered Wood Bow.

Innate Full Soul Power, yet only an ordinary bow? Ye Tianxing did not believe it.

The bow had no string. It had to be drawn by infusing it with Soul Power. With Ye Tianxing's current Soul Power, drawing it three times was already his limit.

The playground outside Ye Tianxing's dormitory was covered in lush green grass. Directly in front of him stood a stone tablet inscribed with academy rules and the daily class schedule.

Ye Tianxing drew the bow and poured Soul Power into the Withered Wood Bow. Both ends of the bow glowed, and two white threads extended from them, eventually converging between Ye Tianxing's fingers.

A sharp, transparent arrow with a triangular arrowhead rested upon the bow.

"I just graduated from college, then somehow got thrown into this damn place. I haven't even picked up a single girl. I'm a God of War with nothing but my fingers. I'm a promising young man from the twenty-first century—if I find out who did this, I'll make them pay!"

An arrow carrying Ye Tianxing's frustration shot forth.

"Whoosh!"

The arrow grazed the stone tablet without striking it.

It was not that Ye Tianxing's aim was poor. He was merely depressed, and this arrow had been fired to vent the frustration in his chest.

Besides, Ye Tianxing did not dare actually shoot the stone tablet. When he first arrived, the teacher in charge of this place had explained Spirit Hall Academy's rules, especially since Ye Tianxing was in the Elite Class.

The stone tablet was their "face." Ye Tianxing was not bold enough to truly lay a hand on it.

Ye Tianxing let out a breath and felt much better. The Withered Wood Bow in his hand flashed away as he prepared to return to the dormitory and rest.

"Damaging public property is not something a good child does. Such astonishing hostility at such a young age—do you have a story? How about telling this old man?"

A teasing, playful voice suddenly reached Ye Tianxing's ears, stirring up stormy waves within him.

Ye Tianxing abruptly turned around. His round eyes widened slightly, and cold sweat broke out across his forehead.

Before him stood a youth in white, with flowing white hair brushing across half his face, an innocent smile on his lips, and the face of a child despite his mature bearing.

Although this person looked harmless, Ye Tianxing still did not dare let down his guard. Anyone who could silently appear behind him must have seen what he had just done.

If this person reported him, then even with Innate Full Soul Power, Ye Tianxing would still be punished tomorrow.

Innate Full Soul Power was indeed highly valued, but good character was indispensable as well.

Seeing Ye Tianxing remain silent with sweat beading on his forehead, the child-faced youth could not help laughing. "Child, I won't tell anyone about what happened just now. Don't be nervous. Just pretend this old man was never here."

You were never here?

Then who was the person standing in front of me?

Ye Tianxing leaned forward slightly and clasped his hands in salute, his voice childish. "Hello, Teacher. My name is Ye Tianxing. I am a student who joined the Spirit Master Elite Class today. Please forgive what I did earlier."

"It's nothing." The child-faced youth waved a hand, seemingly unconcerned. Then he asked, "Your name is Ye Tianxing, right? I'll call you Little Xing, then. Little Xing, tell me—what were you thinking when you fired that arrow just now?"

"What was I thinking?" Ye Tianxing did not answer.

He could hardly say that he had been thinking about how he could not have a passionate romance, did not have a phone, computer, or video games. That was a tremendous blow to an ambitious young man.

"I was confused. Everything was a mess. I was brought here for no reason, and my heart was filled with fear," Ye Tianxing replied evasively.

The child-faced youth nodded. "You felt stifled, unable to vent the frustration in your chest. That is only human. A martial soul is a Spirit Master's lifeblood, not a tool for casually venting anger."

"This student has learned his lesson." Ye Tianxing asked, "May I ask Teacher's name?"

"This old man is Guang Ling." Guang Ling smiled.

Upon hearing that, Ye Tianxing's pupils contracted.

After resting for over half a year, the new book is setting sail. Please add it to your collection. Thank you!