Please Accept the Urn

The southwest of the Heaven Dou Empire, Fasno Province, Holy Spirit Village.

Yu Cheng's Martial Soul awakening was not ideal.

He stared at the crystal ball in his hand repeatedly, no matter how he looked at it, horizontally or vertically, it seemed to have no reaction.

"Without Soul Power, you cannot become a Soul Master."

Su Yuntao's tone was calm.

The full Soul Power of the previous child was just an accident.

Innate zero Soul Power was the proper state for the trash Martial Soul, Blue Silver Grass.

"..."

Yu Cheng's mentality was about to explode.

He didn't dare to hope to awaken Innate Full Soul Power like Tang San.

After all, he didn't have a Titled Douluo father, nor did he have a cultivation technique upon birth.

But innate zero Soul Power...

Was this the treatment a transmigrator should receive?

During the Douluo Era 1, gods could not interfere with the continent at will.

The Douluo Continent of this era was full of vitality, with all things flourishing.

Empires, Martial Soul Hall, the Seven Great Sects...

Ever since awakening his past life memories, Yu Cheng had been meticulously planning, wanting to make a grand move.

He never expected...

A Martial Soul awakening brought him back to reality.

***, give me my money back!

The door was pushed open.

Old Jack walked up with a fawning expression.

"Master Su, did any children in Holy Spirit Village awaken Soul Power this year?"

Su Yuntao pointed at Tang San, "This child possesses innate Soul Power, but unfortunately, his Martial Soul is only Blue Silver Grass."

"Really! Our village will have another Soul Master!"

Old Jack's face was full of surprise.

He didn't care what Tang San's Martial Soul was.

Several villagers also gathered around.

"I knew Little San was unusual, he's been smart since he was little!"

"..."

Tang San had a cold personality since childhood, and felt a bit flustered being watched by so many people. He clenched the hem of his clothes with both hands, unable to speak.

Yu Cheng exchanged a few pleasantries with the villagers and then left.

People's joys and sorrows are not shared.

Back at home.

Some dried meat and preserved fruits were drying in the small courtyard.

Yu Cheng's parents died when he was young, and he was raised by his grandfather. A few months ago, his grandfather went hunting in the mountains and was unfortunately killed by a wild beast.

"Innate zero Soul Power, no transmigrator can be more miserable than me, right?"

Yu Cheng flipped a salted fish over.

"Even after a salted fish flips over, it's still a salted fish. How can this salted fish of mine turn things around?"

Yu Cheng pondered while working.

On the Douluo Continent, there wasn't no method to generate Soul Power after birth.

"Mysterious Heaven Skill!"

"Even a simplified version of Mysterious Heaven Skill can convert internal energy into Soul Power!"

Yu Cheng instantly thought of a method.

He had interacted with Tang San a few times, and they were considered friends.

In Yu Cheng's opinion, since he was born in Holy Spirit Village, he could consider joining the Tang Sect faction and go through Tang San's back door.

Cheering him on when things were going well, and protecting him when they weren't.

Even if he couldn't become a god, becoming a Titled Douluo and bullying others on the continent would not be a waste of his transmigration.

It's just...

"Tang San and I are just ordinary friends. If I deliberately get close to him, the only thing I'll probably get is a Sleeve Arrow!"

"The Tang Sect doesn't support idlers. In Tang San's eyes, someone with innate zero Soul Power is worse than a roadside weed."

Yu Cheng shook his head.

"Since Mysterious Heaven Skill is out, why not try to contact Dugu Bo and scheme for an immortal herb?"

Yu Cheng fell silent.

In the original work, Tang San deciphered Dugu Yan's Soul Skill, was captured by Dugu Bo and taken to the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, and finally obtained a large pile of immortal herbs.

If it were him...

He had no Soul Power, couldn't detoxify, and knew nothing about immortal herbs.

"Sigh, whether I approach Tang San or Dugu Bo, it seems like a dead end!"

Yu Cheng sighed.

On the Douluo Continent, powerful Martial Souls only appeared in major sects.

To get by, you needed influence and background.

If you had nothing, you could only burn more incense for the Angel God and pray for your Martial Soul to mutate.

"Maybe I can wait until Tang San joins Shrek and steal the Blue Silver Emperor Soul Bone."

Soon, Yu Cheng thought of another idea.

Soul Bones were known as "treasures of the blood river," and a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone was enough to defy fate.

The original work recorded that the Blue Silver Emperor Soul Bone was hidden in a waterfall in the back mountain.

However, as far as Yu Cheng knew, there were more than a dozen waterfalls in the back mountain of Holy Spirit Village, making it not easy to find the true location.

What if Tang Hao left a trap? How could he resist the methods of a Titled Douluo?

Even if there were no traps, the waterfall was so high. Could a normal child like him climb it?

Difficult!

One wrong step leads to eternal regret!

Just as Yu Cheng was thinking, a voice suddenly sounded in his mind:

[My name is Yu Cheng.]

[When you see this message, I am already dead.]

[Please collect the urn and properly bury my remains.]

The cold, synthesized voice echoed in Yu Cheng's mind.

"What? I was just about to go steal a Soul Bone, and I already received an urn?"

Yu Cheng couldn't keep it together on the spot.

Could stealing Soul Bones also be a dead end?

He was about to check where the urn was when, the next moment, a phantom image of a box appeared in his mind.

Made of fine sandalwood, with exquisite carvings.

There was a pair of bat wing imprints on the lid, with a knife mark across them.

Yu Cheng's eyes were filled with confusion.

Does this... come with instructions?

"My name is Yu Cheng, and the following are my last words..."

A familiar voice rang out.

From the urn, a phantom spirit floated out.

Yu Cheng was startled. The spirit looked seven to eight parts similar to him, like a middle-aged version of himself.

Dark circles under his eyes, vacant gaze, and a pale complexion.

His entire aura was ice-cold, clearly not a good person at first glance.

"Are you... my future self?"

Yu Cheng asked doubtfully.

Could his future self have left him a cheat for his present self?

"Something like that. I'm using your current self as an anchor point, one of the possibilities of the future. You can think of it as a parallel world."

"In the future, you might receive other urns, Heaven Dou Yu Cheng, Star Luo Yu Cheng..."

"The future is infinite."

Future Yu Cheng pointed to the mark on the urn.

"This mark represents an Evil Soul Master."

"Huh? I don't even have Soul Power. How could I become an Evil Soul Master in the future?" Yu Cheng asked in surprise.

"We share the same anchor point, but we are not the same person. I possess half a level of Innate Soul Power."

The Evil Soul Master Yu Cheng explained.

"So that's how it is." Yu Cheng nodded.

Originally, he had been curious if a Blue Silver Grass Soul Master would also go down a path of no return.

During this period, the Martial Soul Hall judged Evil Soul Masters not by their Martial Soul's attributes, but by their actions.

Yu Cheng knew his own personality very well.

As a transmigrator, he had a flexible moral bottom line.

The Evil Soul Master Yu Cheng's Innate Soul Power was only half a level, just a little better than a weed by the roadside.

If there was a way to become stronger quickly, Yu Cheng felt he wouldn't be able to resist the temptation.

"How did you die?" Yu Cheng inquired.

"Killed by Tang San with a Hidden Weapon."

Upon hearing this, Yu Cheng frowned slightly.

He had interacted with Tang San a lot over the years, even selling him excess meat at a low price.

Yu Cheng dared to guarantee that as long as he had a piece of meat to eat, Tang San would have a bone to gnaw on.

No matter what, they shouldn't have become mortal enemies, right?

"Did my future theft of a Soul Bone get exposed?" Yu Cheng asked.

"I didn't obtain the Blue Silver Emperor Soul Bone. I met Tang San in the arena of Slaughter City."

The Evil Soul Master Yu Cheng shook his head, his tone melancholic.

"So that's what happened." Yu Cheng nodded.

The rules of the Hell Slaughter Arena were ten survive, one advances.

It was a competition to decide not only skill but also life and death.

His future self would absolutely not hold back against Tang San.

However, without using Soul Rings, defeating Tang San, who possessed Hidden Weapons, was almost impossible.

"Then what are your relics?" Yu Cheng asked.

He was a bit curious about what was inside the Urn.

It couldn't possibly just contain ashes, could it?

Did he want to rest in peace?

"If you're talking about relics, there are indeed some, but the most important should be my memories. I can teach you how to cultivate, but I can't exist for much longer."

The Evil Soul Master Yu Cheng spoke.

Yu Cheng nodded, he roughly understood the function of the Urn.

As long as the box wasn't opened, he could inherit the legacy of other Yu Chengs.

One person's ability was limited, but what about two, three, or even more people?

Moreover, the other Yu Chengs were all anchored to him.

By referencing their development paths, he could avoid many detours.

"Wait, teach me how to cultivate?"

"You have a way to let me possess Innate Soul Power!"