Family Circumstances, Plans, and Preparing for Revenge

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Douluo Continent, northwestern Heaven Dou Empire, Pure Yang Sacred Leopard City, City Lord's Mansion.

Early morning, when dawn had barely broken.

Inside a luxurious room stood a crib, and lying inside was a six-month-old child—Zhuang Xingyu.

Zhuang Xingyu slowly woke up. Looking at the unfamiliar surroundings, he asked his soul-searching question: "Who am I? Where am I? What am I supposed to do?!"

That was what he thought, but all that came out of his mouth was "babble babble."

Only then did Zhuang Xingyu realize that he was actually a six-month-old baby! He was wearing diapers and lying in a crib.

Suddenly, a stream of information flooded into his mind. After being stunned for a long while, Zhuang Xingyu finally absorbed it all.

When the tide came rolling in on the Qiantang River, only today did I know myself for who I am.

It turned out that in his previous life, Zhuang Xingyu had been an ordinary youth from Nine Provinces on Blue Star. By accident, he had transmigrated to Douluo Continent.

Now, he had solved the Mystery of the Womb and awakened the memories of his previous life. This was not the common body-snatching found in webnovels.

Zhuang Xingyu happily thought, In that case, even among protagonists, I'm one of the very best. Hahaha! This is solid! Solid!! Completely solid!!!

Look at how smug he was. If someone who knew the truth had been present, they definitely would not have hesitated to pour a bucket of cold water over him: his phone from his previous life had not even been factory-reset.

Whether in his previous life or this one, Zhuang Xingyu was still the same person. He had been Zhuang Xingyu before, and he was Zhuang Xingyu now!

Just then, the door opened from outside. A man and woman entered hand in hand.

Zhuang Xingyu opened his eyes and examined them. The man had sharp eyes, a tall and upright build, sharply defined features, and firm muscles. Every line of his body brimmed with strength and beauty. The woman's face was like peach blossoms in spring, delicate and radiant; like lotus flowers in summer, fresh and unworldly; like chrysanthemums in autumn, elegant and captivating; like plum blossoms in winter, resilient and unyielding.

The man and woman were Zhuang Jingxing and Li Xuanhua, Zhuang Xingyu's father and mother in this life.

His father, Zhuang Jingxing, strode quickly to little Xingyu's side. "Oh, my good son, you're awake! Did you miss your dad? Are you hungry?" He bent down, intending to pick up the child. His arms hovered back and forth, but he did not know where to hold him, afraid he might hurt his son.

Zhuang Xingyu looked at his father and blinked. He's quite handsome. Looks like I won't need to worry about my future looks. As he thought about it, he began to chuckle.

"Oh, honey, come look! Our son smiled at me!" After saying that, he finally found a spot where he would not hurt his son and prepared to lift little Xingyu up.

The woman beside him grabbed his ear and stopped him. "Let go! Did you take a bath? What if your clumsy hands hurt my precious son?"

"Honey, I bathed just this morning," Zhuang Jingxing said aggrievedly.

"That still won't do. Move aside, I'll hold him." As she spoke, she gently picked up Zhuang Xingyu. One hand supported little Xingyu's head and neck, while the other supported his bottom. At the same time, she kept a close eye on his spine and neck to prevent any accidents. "Watch and learn. This is how you hold a baby. Little Xingyu, are you hungry? Come, Mommy will feed you."

"Understood, my lady wife," Zhuang Jingxing said. "Son, hurry up and eat." Then he added, "Um, honey, after the child finishes eating, can you give me a little too?"

"Get lost!"

"Yes, my lady wife."

A quarter of an hour later, little Xingyu was full.

Zhou Shuren once said: once warm and fed, one thinks of sleep.

After all, he was still a six-month-old child. Full and satisfied, Zhuang Xingyu soon drifted into dreamland.

These were Zhuang Xingyu's parents. They bickered every day, yet they loved each other dearly.

Zhuang Xingyu was very satisfied with the place of his birth. He had been born in Pure Yang Sacred Leopard City, and his family was called the Pure Yang Sacred Leopard Clan. Their inherited martial spirit was obvious: the Pure Yang Sacred Leopard, a family never mentioned in the original work.

Several Soul Douluo guarded the family, and it had once produced three Titled Douluo. The last Titled Douluo had passed away thirty years ago, so the family no longer possessed one.

However, they had left behind abundant resources and connections. Among the open forces of the entire Douluo Continent, they were only weaker than the Two Great Empires, Spirit Hall, and the Upper Three Sects, while far stronger than the Lower Four Sects. They ranked seventh on the entire continent!

Of course, that was only among the open forces. If Sea God Island, the City of Slaughter, Hidden Forces, soul beast forces, and the like were included, then they would not rank seventh.

The reason Zhuang Xingyu was so satisfied with his current background was simple: he had confidence in himself. He was the protagonist! His family's inherited martial spirit was strong and stable, and it had never mutated. His parents' Soul Power was also high, so his Innate Soul Power could not possibly be low.

And there were only five paths to take after transmigrating to Douluo Continent.

The first path: follow Tang San. ×

This was clearly not feasible. If his Innate Soul Power was low, he would be of no value to Tang San. Even if he wanted to become Tang San's lackey, Tang San would not take someone who brought him no benefit. Look at Wang Sheng, who had originally been Tang San's lackey, Old Jack, who had cared for Tang San, and Dugu Bo, who had risked his life for Tang San. Which of them had a good ending?

And if his Innate Soul Power was high, then he definitely could not become someone else's lackey. He had to strike out on his own.

More importantly, Zhuang Xingyu and Tang San had a blood feud. This would be explained at the end of the chapter.

The second path: follow Spirit Hall. ×

The risk was far too great. Bibi Dong was especially insane, Hu Liena had a Love-struck Brain, Qian Renxue's thought process was bizarre, and Qian Daoliu did not manage affairs. Working with Spirit Hall was definitely unreliable. A bunch of useless teammates could not be carried at all, and he might get stabbed in the back one day.

The third path: play both sides and curry favor everywhere. ×

This world despised fence-sitters the most. When war came, fence-sitters would be killed first. Otherwise, they could keep jumping from side to side, putting in no real effort while others fought desperately, then emerge completely unscathed. In the end, they could play the mantis stalking the cicada while the oriole waited behind, becoming the greatest winner as a fence-sitter. No one would allow that.

Just like in the original course of Douluo Continent's history, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect had been the first to be destroyed! Bibi Dong taking revenge for Yu Xiaogang was part of the reason, but the greater reason was that the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect had remained neutral.

And those neutral states would also always be the first to be destroyed once war broke out. There had been far too many such cases in Blue Star's history.

The fourth path: run away and become a Hidden Force. ×

Living in seclusion was unrealistic as well. His family was not currently a Hidden Force, and its reputation was not low. If they suddenly went into seclusion, they would only attract more attention and hostility. Besides, the family's current power depended entirely on its fief. Without the fief, there would be no resources, and they could not support their subordinates.

Those Hidden Forces had secret places, such as Secret Realms and the like, so they did not have to worry about resources even while living in seclusion. His family did not possess such good things.

Unless he became a god ahead of time, there was no way to break free. But then again, if he became a god ahead of time, why bother hiding? He could simply unify the continent.

The fifth path: strike out on his own! Create his own force. √

A great man was born to stand between heaven and earth. How could he remain gloomily beneath others for long? Since he had transmigrated, he naturally had to take a gamble and climb the highest mountain to witness a different view. With knowledge of the plot, he could seize many opportunities in advance. When the time came, it remained to be seen who would win, and Zhuang Xingyu's odds were very good. How could he give up without even trying?

All things considered, Zhuang Xingyu had only one path: strike out on his own and establish his own force.

Therefore, if Zhuang Xingyu had been born near Sacred Soul Village, possessed high Soul Power upon awakening, and had no intention of relying on Tang San, Tang Hao would definitely have secretly eliminated him.

Tang Hao was no good person. On Douluo Continent, anyone who was not part of his own family or faction would be regarded as a potential enemy. Take Bone Douluo, for example. The first thing he had wanted to do upon meeting Tang San was kill him. And that was Tang San, who had the Clear Sky Sect and Tang Hao as his backing. Zhuang Xingyu did not have such a powerful background, and his family also had a grudge against Tang Hao, so Tang Hao would feel even less pressure killing him.

Perhaps Tang Hao would not act immediately in order to avoid exposing himself, but he would definitely make a move later.

In other worlds, there were some geniuses who were born in Sacred Soul Village with no background or connections, possessed Innate Full Soul Power, and then joined Spirit Hall, yet did not use Spirit Academy's resources to increase their strength as quickly as possible.

Instead, they foolishly ran off to Nuoding Academy and attended Shrek, opposing Tang San every day. They did not even have the slightest trump card to protect their lives, yet they bounced around under Tang Hao's nose all day long.

He truly did not know what they were thinking. Speechless. They were gambling with their own lives on the faint scrap of mercy in Tang Hao's heart—a mercy so weak it practically did not exist.

The reason Zhuang Xingyu wanted revenge was because his grandfather, Zhuang Ziliang, had been ambushed and murdered by Tang Hao and Tang Xiao.

Ten years ago, the eighty-second-level Zhuang Ziliang had accidentally obtained a complete Sixty Thousand Year Left Arm Soul Bone. The Clear Sky Sect learned of it by chance, and without a word, brothers Tang Hao and Tang Xiao took advantage of Zhuang Ziliang being alone to ambush and murder him, seizing the Spirit Bone. Tang Hao and the others believed no one knew of the matter, but before his death, Zhuang Ziliang had left clues through the family's secret code and informed his descendants of what had happened.

Originally, only four people knew of this matter: Zhuang Xingyu's grandmother, his parents, and his paternal aunt. Zhuang Xingyu had only learned about it after overhearing his parents' conversation when he was three months old.

Ever since learning this news, Zhuang Xingyu had silently prepared for revenge. And that day would arrive very soon!

With his trump cards in hand—the next two chapters would explain them—he would first seize the Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Bone and the Blue Silver Emperor. If he had the chance, he would teach Tang San a lesson and find an opportunity to obtain Xiao Wu's Spirit Bone. Tang Hao and the Clear Sky Sect would definitely be eliminated within ten years, and Tang San would certainly have to be dealt with as well.