Spirit: Nine-Leaf Sword Grass

For certain reasons, some character names may differ slightly. Please use your imagination to fill in the gaps.

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Jiang Yunzhou won the lottery—five million yuan, no less.

When people were riding high, they tended to get cocky. Even their walk seemed to carry a breeze.

Perhaps he was too happy. He failed to watch where he was going and got hit head-on the moment he stepped outside.

He was struck by a car. After a dizzying spin, he watched the Rolls-Royce speed away... until it finally became nothing but a—phantom.

He had only just become rich. He had not even had the chance to enjoy life yet...

He wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, only blood kept spilling out.

There was nothing he could do. It was clear he was not going to make it.

How unwilling he was! Before he died, he still stubbornly raised a bloodied middle finger at that receding phantom.

Then, at last, his suspended heart stopped beating.

No one knew how long passed before a suffocating pressure squeezed in around him.

When he regained consciousness, he discovered that he had just gone through the process of being reborn.

He had become a newborn infant.

What he could not understand was why he still retained fragments of memories from his previous life.

An infant's brain was too immature to be of much use, and he could not remember many things.

Before he could figure out his current situation, he heard some bad news: the woman who had given birth to him had died in labor.

He had just been born and had not even gotten a mouthful of milk, yet he had already been saddled with the reputation of a Mother-Killer. That was really something.

In the year he turned six, his father quietly left as well.

By the time Jiang Yunzhou found him, the body had already gone cold.

It was as if his parents had been carrying out some sort of mission—one was responsible for giving birth to him, the other for raising him.

Then both of them logged off when he was six.

As everyone knew, when your family sacrificed themselves to the heavens, your power knew no bounds. This was the standard script for a Chosen One protagonist!

But when he learned that the world he had transmigrated into was called Douluo Continent...

He was dumbfounded. Chosen One protagonist, my ass.

The Chosen One of this world had long since been spoken for.

He also knew that he had transmigrated rather early.

In the year he turned six, this world's Chosen One had only just been born.

Still, it did not matter.

After all, Spirit Hall had not yet been destroyed...

Douluo Continent was not yet called Tang Family Continent.

Commoners could still awaken their Spirits for free, Evil Soul Masters had yet to run rampant across the continent, and Soul Master subsidies had not yet been canceled...

It was neither especially early nor especially late.

The plot he knew would not begin for another six years at the very least.

As for events that had happened even earlier, he was just a child. He had no power to interfere with any of them.

Having just suffered the pain of losing his father...

Jiang Yunzhou holed up at home alone, thinking about how he was supposed to survive from now on.

Just as he was spacing out, a somewhat weathered voice came from outside the door:

"Kid Jiang, are you home?"

The speaker was named Aodebiao, the village chief of Shenma Village.

The old village chief had been a great help in handling Jiang Yunzhou's father's funeral. He ought to show him some respect.

Jiang Yunzhou hurriedly opened the door to welcome him in.

The elderly village chief entered with a cane, immediately offering Jiang Yunzhou a string of consolations.

Then he stated the purpose of his visit. "Kid Jiang, what are you planning to do next?"

Jiang Yunzhou was somewhat absentminded as he replied, "Garlic? I don't eat it..."

Aodebiao froze at those words.

Thinking of the child's tragic fate, he could only sigh helplessly. He assumed Jiang Yunzhou had been hit too hard and was a little out of his mind.

He explained gently, "Not garlic. I meant, what are you planning to do..."

This time, Jiang Yunzhou heard him clearly. It was just that he felt lost and helpless about the life ahead.

He had no special talents. There was nothing he could do.

Capable people could thrive even without transmigrating.

Useless people would still be useless even after transmigrating.

That was what he thought now.

"Plans? I dunno..."

"Grandpa Village Chief, why don't you point me toward a way out?"

Aodebiao had not expected the question to be tossed back at him.

Fortunately, he had not expected to hear any particularly brilliant answer from Jiang Yunzhou in the first place.

He looked at Jiang Yunzhou with some pity and said:

"In a few days, it will be the annual day for Spirit Awakening... Though neither of your parents was a Soul Master, don't give up on your dreams because of that. You should give it a try, no matter what."

"What if you awaken an awesome Spirit?"

Only then did Jiang Yunzhou suddenly remember. That was right, he was six years old now...

Time really flew!

He had spent all these years living in a small mountain village, struggling day after day just to survive, and had nearly forgotten about this.

He had reached the age where he could cultivate, so what was he feeling lost for?

"Right, Spirit Awakening. I have to awaken an awesome Spirit..."

He looked forward greatly to the day of awakening.

No transmigrator was willing to remain ordinary.

He had a cheat ability. He had contacted it before, but the system said it was too weak, so it made a ten-year agreement with him.

After that, the system crashed and went offline for the time being.

There was nothing he could do about that.

He thought that if he could awaken an awesome Spirit, then it would not matter whether he had a system or not.

At any rate, that was how he had always comforted himself.

Soon, the day of Spirit Awakening arrived.

Since both his parents had been ordinary people...

Jiang Yunzhou had been anxious the entire time, afraid that he would awaken a Spirit incapable of cultivation.

He mingled among a group of children, waiting under Aodebiao's lead for Spirit Hall's deacon to arrive.

After waiting for ages, Spirit Hall's deacon finally arrived.

The deacon was a man of few words and decisive action. After identifying himself, he immediately led the group of children into a small room.

Spirit Awakening began.

The lively, adorable children all looked eager to give it a try, as though they would transform into Soul Masters the very next moment.

Jiang Yunzhou merely clicked his tongue at them. Childish...

Compared with them, Jiang Yunzhou was much more composed.

After all, aside from his immature body, he was no longer a child in any other respect...

As expected, one child after another was ruthlessly eliminated.

The deacon wore a dark expression throughout.

"Banana Spirit. No Soul Power. Next..."

"Spatula Spirit. No Soul Power. Next..."

Disappointing. Far too disappointing. It was the same again—not a single one could cultivate.

Spirit Hall's deacon looked increasingly grim.

"Can I get something different for once?"

It was not until Jiang Yunzhou finally stepped into the awakening array...

The Spirit Awakening went very smoothly.

The Spirit he awakened was a blade of grass with only a single leaf.

It was emerald green from top to bottom, slender yet tough, but it stood alone with only one long, narrow leaf shaped like a sword blade.

"Oh?"

For the first time, surprise flashed through the deacon's eyes when he saw the grass.

But upon seeing that it was merely grass, he habitually shook his head, his face clearly saying, As expected, another useless Spirit.

He seemed long accustomed to this sort of thing.

"So there really is something different. But this grass is a little strange. Why have I never seen this kind of Spirit?"

Spirit Hall's deacon kept frowning as he stared at Jiang Yunzhou's Spirit. He had not expected there to be a Spirit he had never seen before.

"Hey, kid, what's your Spirit called?"

He considered himself an awakening expert with years of experience and had seen every strange and unusual Spirit imaginable, but this was indeed the first time he had encountered a grass-type Spirit in this form.

Jiang Yunzhou was currently immersed in the information fed back by his Spirit. Its name was: Nine-Leaf Sword Grass!

That name alone makes it impossible for it to be ordinary weeds. Why does this deacon keep shaking his head?

Don't tell me it really is a useless Spirit?

He was also puzzled. Why was it called Nine-Leaf Sword Grass when it only had one leaf?

The system had crashed, so he could not count on it for the time being. His Spirit had become the foundation of his survival.

"Lord Soul Master, my Spirit is called: Nine-Leaf Sword Grass..."

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