When a Leaf Falls, Autumn Is Known

Ye Zhiqiu—when a leaf falls, autumn is known.

Early morning, the sky had only just begun to brighten.

Outside Holy Spirit Village on Douluo Continent, Ye Zhiqiu lay sprawled atop a large boulder, looking carefree and at ease.

Yet his lively eyes held a sorrow no child his age should have possessed.

All because within this six-year-old body resided the soul of an adult from the twenty-first century.

That was right. Ye Zhiqiu had transmigrated.

In truth, Ye Zhiqiu had refused to accept transmigration.

In his previous life, although his parents had divorced, he had lived an exceptionally comfortable life.

Other than spending a few days each month running around to collect rent from more than a dozen properties, Ye Zhiqiu had been quite satisfied with his life.

Yet heaven seemed to have played a huge joke on him. He had merely spent three days and three nights watching Fire Shadow and Douluo anime, only to suddenly die.

It had only been three days and three nights! For Ye Zhiqiu, that sort of thing had been routine.

But sudden death came without warning, catching people completely off guard.

Ye Zhiqiu had already spent six years in this familiar yet unfamiliar Douluo Continent.

Having grown accustomed to a life of luxury, he had initially found it extremely difficult to adapt.

However, after six years, he had gradually become used to this simple, plain life.

After all, people adapted.

Six years of reflection had allowed Ye Zhiqiu to let go of many things.

But there was one matter that would forever remain a pain in his heart.

On Douluo Continent, only the strong had the right to speak.

And in this life, his mother's Martial Soul was a small sickle used to cut Blue Silver Grass, while his father's Martial Soul was a hoe used for tilling fields.

One had to know that Martial Souls were highly likely to be inherited.

Ye Zhiqiu did not think he would be an exception. There was a strong chance that he would inherit his father's hoe Martial Soul.

Thus, Ye Zhiqiu felt confused and worried about his future every day.

Could it be that he would have to honestly inherit his parents' few plots of land?

No, he refused to accept that!

Since he had arrived in such a wondrous world as Douluo Continent, Ye Zhiqiu naturally wanted to live his life properly.

He was unwilling to spend every day farming for the rest of his life.

Working at sunrise and resting at sunset sounded wonderful, but it was not what Ye Zhiqiu yearned for.

He wanted to leave behind a bold, brilliant mark upon this world.

And the prerequisite for all of that was awakening a Martial Soul and possessing Soul Power.

On Douluo Continent, only those who awakened a Martial Soul and possessed Soul Power could cultivate and become Spirit Masters.

Otherwise, even if one awakened a powerful Martial Soul, if one had innately zero Soul Power, one would still have no qualification to cultivate.

Over the past six years, Ye Zhiqiu had also set his sights on Tang San from the same village, hoping Tang San would teach him the Mysterious Heaven Skill.

But Tang San was far too sly. He stubbornly kept his mouth shut, claiming he was just an ordinary person and that being able to jump several meters was merely the result of daily exercise.

Tang San's slyness left Ye Zhiqiu with no opening, and his plan to learn the Mysterious Heaven Skill had fallen through completely.

"Hey, old Jack, the village chief, said Martial Soul awakening would begin the day after tomorrow. What am I supposed to do?"

Ye Zhiqiu scratched his scalp in frustration, turning his neat black hair into a bird's nest in the blink of an eye.

As Ye Zhiqiu lowered his head in worry, a small figure suddenly darted out from beneath the distant hill.

His short black hair was simple and natural, and his childish face carried a hint of steadiness. He wore ordinary clothes, with a few patches visible here and there, though they had been washed very clean.

After looking around, he lightly tapped the ground with his toes, and his small body shot several meters into the air.

Just before landing, his feet lightly borrowed force from other protruding boulders, sending him soaring out once more.

Between the rocks, the figure moved with agile twists and turns, each burst of strength from his legs carrying him several meters.

Before long, the little figure arrived beside Ye Zhiqiu and landed without a sound.

"Ah Qiu, sunbathing here again today?"

Tang San had just returned from cultivating the Purple Demon Eye and, as usual, spotted Ye Zhiqiu's familiar figure at the entrance to the village.

He then greeted him.

However, his neighbor was usually carefree whenever he saw him. Did Ye Zhiqiu have something on his mind today? Tang San's sudden voice made Ye Zhiqiu's little body shudder.

His previously drooping head also lifted.

Upon seeing Tang San, Ye Zhiqiu sighed helplessly. "Little San, your knack for appearing out of nowhere has improved again."

Tang San smiled awkwardly.

"What is it? Something on your mind today? Aren't you usually quite carefree?"

Ye Zhiqiu rolled his eyes. That was usually. Now that a turning point in his life was approaching, of course he was panicking.

"Little San, Martial Soul awakening is the day after tomorrow. If I have Soul Power and can cultivate, you have to show me the ropes and take me flying in the future. Even if we fly straight into a garbage heap, I'll accept it!"

Ye Zhiqiu looked at Tang San, his lively eyes brimming with sincerity. He was not joking; he truly meant it.

If he could cultivate, then he would cling to Tang San's thigh.

Tang San froze after hearing Ye Zhiqiu's words. Ye Zhiqiu often blurted out things he could not understand, and he had no idea where Ye Zhiqiu had learned them.

Still, seeing the utterly sincere expression on Ye Zhiqiu's face, Tang San found it difficult to refuse.

"Although I have no idea what you're talking about, I agree to something this small."

Tang San readily agreed.

The two were neighbors who lived next door to each other. They had grown up together and knew each other well. In the village, Ye Zhiqiu was Tang San's only friend.

The other children were too childish and foolish. Tang San did not want to deal with them, and neither did Ye Zhiqiu.

Both were unusually mature, and with Ye Zhiqiu deliberately getting close to him, they naturally became friends. Their relationship was quite good as well.

If the Mysterious Heaven Skill had not been a top secret of the Tang Sect, Tang San would have taught it to Ye Zhiqiu years ago.

After all, Ye Zhiqiu had not been asking him to teach him martial arts for merely a day or two.

When Ye Zhiqiu saw Tang San agree, a lovely smile returned to his slightly childish face.

"Then it's settled!"