Douluo Continent

(Regarding the protagonist encountering certain important characters later on, some intelligence-lowering behavior may occur. That is normal.

When the safety of certain important characters is involved, or in certain other matters, the protagonist will make unusual decisions.

As for why, everyone can probably guess.)

"Chen Xuanji, hand over the Muscle Tendon Classic. That is not something you deserve to possess."

"Chen Xuanji, you may be a peerless genius, but what we love most is suppressing geniuses."

"Hand over the Muscle Tendon Classic."

"You are not worthy of the Muscle Tendon Classic!"

"Child, Mommy is sorry. Mommy cannot watch you grow up. If you are lucky, you can live happily.

Sorry... sorry... Mommy... can't... stay... with... you... anymore..."

"Ah—"

A little boy jolted awake from his sleep! He had black hair, wore an ordinary short-sleeved cloth shirt, and lay beneath a cotton quilt.

"How many nightmares has this been?" The boy looked out the window. Outside, he could hear only the hooting of owls and the chirping of countless insects.

After watching the night scenery for a while, the boy lay back down and silently thought, It has already been six years since I came to Douluo Continent, yet I can still have nightmares about my previous life. Is it the karma from that life?

Probably an obsession. Being able to live another life is already no easy feat. It seems even Heaven could not bear to let Chen Xuanji die.

That was right. Chen Xuanji had been reborn—or perhaps transmigrated. Back then, he had consumed a secret medicine to forcibly enter the Black Tier Futu realm, sacrificing his life force to attain the Second Room Battle Mark and kill Qin Yang, the possessor of the Nine Yang Divine Skill.

He should originally have reported to King Yama, yet by accident, he arrived in this plane known as Douluo Continent.

He had read Douluo Continent before. When he was still a teenager, he had loved anime and novels. But after he began practicing martial arts, he no longer had so much leisure time.

He knew about the opportunities and important characters in Douluo Continent, but knew nothing else.

Unfortunately, he was still an orphan in this life. His parents had died when he was born, and he had even been premature. An old man had rescued him.

The old man was named Chen Chen and was roughly in his seventies. He was also Chen Xuanji's family in this life. This old grandfather had raised him.

Old Chen Chen was a three-ring Soul Elder. He had once served as a deacon at a Spirit Hall Branch Hall, but retired in his old age.

After Chen Xuanji's parents died, Chen Chen happened to come across him. Chen Chen took the infant Chen Xuanji away and raised him. Chen Xuanji was now six years old, and next week, he could have his Spirit awakened.

Next week, a deacon from the Spirit Hall Main Hall in Fasnuo City would come to Tianhun Village to help the children awaken their Spirits.

Chen Xuanji did not care about awakening his Spirit, or rather, what kind of Spirit he would awaken. Even if it was Blue Silver Grass and he had no Innate Soul Power, he could still become strong.

Ever since he had been able to walk at the age of two, Chen Xuanji had begun cultivating the Muscle Tendon Classic anew. After four years of cultivation, he had already passed through the first two stages of the Muscle Tendon Classic.

Following the cultivation path of the Muscle Tendon Classic, he tempered his essence, energy, and spirit. Furthermore, the energy in Douluo Continent was exceptionally abundant, and the Muscle Tendon Classic absorbed energy faster here than it had in his original world.

However, he had also reached a bottleneck. He could not enter the first circulation of the Muscle Tendon Classic.

The first circulation of the Muscle Tendon Classic opened all the Meridians and acupoints throughout the body, teaching one to sense the magnetic field energy that existed within the universe.

Chen Xuanji sensed an invisible force restricting the growth of his True Qi. In this world, it should be called Soul Power.

Being unable to advance any further was extremely uncomfortable for a cultivator like him. Still, he could familiarize himself with other martial arts in advance. Since his internal arts could no longer improve, he could at least practice external martial arts.

This feeling of being unable to advance any further should mean that his Soul Power had already accumulated to its limit, while his Spirit had yet to awaken. Once it awakened, he should possess Innate Full Soul Power.

Every ten levels of Soul Power was a bottleneck, a restriction of this world. Though it was a restriction, things like Soul Rings and Spirit Bones still greatly enhanced Spirit Masters.

Chen Chen, who had taken Chen Xuanji in, was already in his seventies, yet he was still full of vigor and would occasionally go enjoy some romantic pleasures. As for how Chen Xuanji knew that—

Old Chen Chen even took him along when he went out for such pleasures, asking the people there to look after him before taking Chen Xuanji away once he was done.

Old Chen Chen truly was vigorous despite his age. It also showed that the people of Douluo Continent had excellent physiques. Chen Chen was merely a Soul Elder with one white and two yellow Soul Rings, yet his body was incredibly robust.

Chen Xuanji really wanted to awaken his Spirit soon and begin cultivating. Here, there were not so many enemies or greedy people coveting the Muscle Tendon Classic on him.

That Muscle Tendon Classic had been the fundamental reason he died so young back then. He had offended too many people while carrying an unparalleled cultivation method. A man was innocent, but possessing jade made him guilty.

Chen Xuanji had once considered teaching the Muscle Tendon Classic to many people, thinking that would make him safe. But what happened? Everyone who learned the Muscle Tendon Classic was killed. Those martial arts experts wanted to ensure their positions would not be threatened.

So Chen Xuanji had used his own life to kill those sect leaders, cult leaders, and whatever Grandmasters there were, leaving behind a patch of pure land for the martial world.

Unfortunately, Chen Xuanji's vision had been beautiful, but after those old men fell, new successors would continue doing what they had done—perhaps even more ruthlessly!

Chen Xuanji found that he could not sleep. He got dressed and went outside, then leaped onto the roof in a single bound. Lying there, he gazed at the moon in the night sky.

Old Chen had gone off to seek romantic pleasures again tonight, leaving Chen Xuanji alone at home. Still, aside from indulging his masculine instincts, Old Chen treated him quite well. He never lacked food or clothing.

Old Chen raised him like his own grandson, and Chen Xuanji planned to care for him in his old age. He was only afraid that the old fellow might one day die on top of some woman.

"Spirits, Soul Rings, Spirit Bones, Spirit Beasts! Tang San, Xiao Wu, Angel, gods? I wonder whether this world will be better than my original world, where everyone schemed against one another?

Love Continent—the best description of it online. I wonder if I can find my true love here? Heh, I'm thinking too far ahead.

Douluo Calendar 2607? What period is this? Old Chen is a deacon at a Spirit Hall Branch Hall, which means Spirit Hall is in power. I wonder which Pope it is."

Chen Xuanji had already begun to think things over. This little village was extremely isolated, and only Old Chen frequently went out to gather information. Chen Xuanji knew nothing about the state of the continent.

The only thing Chen Xuanji knew was that he was in Fasnuo Province of the Heaven Dou Empire.

According to Old Chen, Fasnuo Province lay in the southwestern part of the Heaven Dou Empire, bordering the Star Luo Empire. Fasnuo Province had vast tracts of farmland and was an important producer of grain and vegetables. These agricultural products not only supplied the cities within Fasnuo Province, but could also be shipped to other regions of the Heaven Dou Empire.

And Tianhun Village, where he lived, was beside Fasnuo City, the main city of Fasnuo Province.

Old Chen loved going to Fasnuo City to enjoy romantic pleasures.

Chen Xuanji had been taken to Fasnuo City by Old Chen for fun before. The city was huge. As an important producer of grain and vegetables in the Heaven Dou Empire, Fasnuo City was truly magnificent.

In any case, Chen Xuanji had been stunned by the Spirit Hall Main Hall in Fasnuo City. It was simply too resplendent and luxurious.

It truly was a cultivation world, where money was treated as if it were nothing.

This world was different from the one he had once lived in. Everything was different: nobles, the Pope, religions, Dukes, Viscounts, and more.

Still, it was a world of cultivation. Chen Xuanji only wanted to cultivate quietly, admire the scenery in different places, and become a traveler.

As Chen Xuanji let his thoughts wander, the sky gradually brightened. A faint fish-belly white appeared in the distant east.

Seeing that faint light, Chen Xuanji got up and stretched.

"A new sunrise means a new beginning. My past life is already gone. I should face the present! Ah, time for morning practice."

Chen Xuanji jumped down from the roof and ran nimbly through the village, his figure like a ghost as he silently darted through the gaps between houses.

His steps were like treading upon clouds, each one light yet steady, as though his body had merged with the air.