Days of Raising Pigs and Chickens After Transmigrating

"One, two, one! One, two, one!"

At the first light of dawn, before the thin mist had dispersed, crisp, rhythmic shouts rang out along the ridges of Sacred Soul Village's fields.

A small, slender figure jogged through the morning dew. His pace was neither fast nor slow, yet his rhythm was astonishingly steady. It was Lin Xuan.

His tiny body was wrapped in coarse clothes washed nearly white. Beads of sweat slid down his childish cheeks and fell onto the damp earth, leaving small dark marks.

Only when the rising sun broke over the horizon, spreading golden light across the village and illuminating the distant forests, did Lin Xuan stop with his hands braced on his knees, gasping for breath.

His heart pounded in his chest. Though his Limbs and Bones were somewhat sore, he felt refreshed to the core.

It had been exactly three years since he had transmigrated into this world.

Or rather, three years since he had recovered his memories.

Three years ago, when he had still been a confused little child, the successive deaths of his parents had dealt him such a heavy blow that his memories awakened.

Then, when he learned that the village he lived in was called "Sacred Soul Village," and that the child in the village who always kept to himself and had eyes far beyond his age was named "Tang San," Lin Xuan was struck dumb.

He had transmigrated. He had come to Douluo Continent, a world jokingly called the "floor tile of fantasy worlds," yet one where people could truly Become a God and achieve eternal life.

That realization did not discourage him in the slightest. Instead, it ignited a blazing fire in his heart.

So what if it was the floor tile of fantasy worlds?

Even a lackluster fantasy world was still a fantasy world, a place where one could touch the threshold of eternal life.

He had no grand ambitions. He did not want to conquer the world, stir up storms, make an enemy of Tang San, or wrestle with Spirit Hall.

His goal was simple and pure: honestly get himself an Eternal Life Blueprint first, then worry about becoming a god.

In his view, the end of the world was a secure post, while the end of Douluo Continent was becoming a god.

As for beauty, wealth, and power, once he became a god, they would naturally follow. There was no need to risk his life fighting for them now.

But reality was harsh.

After three years in this world, aside from the orphan buff of having both parents dead, he had not even unlocked a decent Golden Finger.

No system, no old grandpa, no Innate Full Soul Power, not even a special physique. He was just an ordinary mortal child.

Fortunately, Lin Xuan had an excellent mindset. Without a Golden Finger, he would just have to fight with sweat and effort.

He vaguely remembered that people who often transmigrated into this world said a strong physique helped with the awakening of Soul Power.

Even if there was only a one-in-ten-thousand chance, he was unwilling to let it go—as long as he awakened even a trace of Soul Power, he could embark on the path of a Soul Master and steadily advance toward his goal of getting a secure post.

Thus, Lin Xuan became one of Sacred Soul Village's "two oddballs."

The other was naturally Tang San.

That child rose early and returned late every day, moved mysteriously, and always secretly cultivated where no one was around. His eyes hid a depth and maturity that did not match his age, exactly like a "strange child."

Lin Xuan, meanwhile, was a different kind of oddball. Before daylight every morning, he ran laps around the village. During the day, he either did push-ups or messed around in the courtyard, practicing strange movements the villagers could not understand. Many children mocked him for "busywork."

Actually, Lin Xuan also wanted to practice some profound cultivation technique, but in his previous life, he had merely been a useless University Student who feared hardship and exhaustion.

When the school martial arts club recruited new members, he had been tempted. But the moment he thought of horse stances, splits, and enduring sore muscles, he backed down.

In this life, he had transmigrated with nothing but a desire to grow stronger. He had no martial arts foundation at all, and the only thing he could show for it was the Radio Calisthenics he had been forced to learn back then.

There was no helping it. He could only make up for it with the dumbest method.

He broke down the Radio Calisthenics into individual movements and practiced them repeatedly. Coupled with running day after day and doing push-ups, he had forcefully trained his little short legs to move incredibly fast. His Physical Fitness far surpassed that of children his age.

Whenever someone curiously pressed him for an explanation, he confidently said Lord Su Yuntao of Spirit Hall had told him so.

That was not exactly a lie.

Back then, he had deliberately sought out Su Yuntao, who had come to inspect the village. Acting innocent and adorable like a child, he subtly asked whether being physically strong made it easier to awaken Soul Power.

Under his deliberate guidance, Su Yuntao had indeed casually remarked, "A strong physique is the foundation of cultivation."

With the "official certification" of a "Lord Soul Master," the villagers no longer had any doubts.

Many parents even urged their own children to learn from Lin Xuan, but not one lasted more than three days.

After all, training from dawn to dusk was too bitter. Even adults might not endure it, much less playful children.

Only Lin Xuan, for Su Yuntao's "single sentence" and his dream of getting a secure post, had stubbornly persisted for three whole years.

Wind or rain, freezing winter or scorching summer, he had never stopped.

Lin Xuan was extremely satisfied with that.

Low-key was exactly what he wanted: not drawing attention, not getting dragged into trouble, and steadily accumulating strength.

As for Tang San, Lin Xuan knew exactly what was what.

That guy had cheats piled onto him, as well as a Titled Douluo father secretly protecting him. He was simply not someone Lin Xuan could provoke right now.

He even strongly suspected that Tang San's abnormality had long since been noticed by Tang Hao.

After all, how sharp were a Titled Douluo's senses? How could Tang San's extraordinary behavior, skilled cooking, and secret cultivation of the Tang Sect's ultimate arts possibly escape Tang Hao's notice?

Perhaps Tang Hao had merely been hesitant for some reason and had never exposed him.

Precisely because he understood this, Lin Xuan deliberately kept his distance from Tang San.

He did not want his sudden changes to cause unnecessary trouble, nor had he ever planned to cling to Tang San or scheme for the Mysterious Heaven Skill.

Did they really think Tang Hao was just for show?

Besides, Tang San guarded the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record like his own eyes. How could he possibly pass it on so easily?

They were both transmigrators, and Lin Xuan had a trace of pride in his heart as well. There was no need for him to rely on someone else.

Just as Lin Xuan calmed his breathing and prepared to stretch his ligaments, an even smaller figure suddenly darted down from the small mountain nearby.

The figure moved as nimbly as a monkey, passing lightly by his side without giving him even a glance before running straight toward the village.

It was Tang San.

"Tsk, still as cold as ever."

Lin Xuan shrugged and withdrew his gaze without caring.

He understood Tang San's character. He knew Tang San was proud and looked down on the village "natives," so naturally, Lin Xuan would not take the initiative to press his warm face against someone else's cold one.

What he did not know was that Tang San, who had already run some distance away, turned back and glanced at his flashy stretching movements, a deep look of disdain flashing through his eyes.

At first, Tang San had indeed suspected that Lin Xuan was also a transmigrator.

After all, Lin Xuan's change had been too abrupt. He had suddenly gone from an ordinary child to being exceptionally disciplined, and his training movements were bizarre and varied, unlike anything someone from this world would do.

But after secretly observing him for several days, Tang San completely put his mind at ease.

In his eyes, Lin Xuan was simply a native who knew nothing.

His running posture was terrible, and his training movements were even more of a mess. Most of them were useless efforts that wasted strength, nothing more than random nonsense.

Someone like that would never amount to anything, even if he trained for a lifetime.

Any outer sect cultivation technique from the Tang Sect that Tang San casually took out would be countless times more profound than what Lin Xuan was practicing.

As the village's two "equally famous" strange children, Tang San looked down on Lin Xuan from the bottom of his heart—what was he supposed to be, to deserve being mentioned in the same breath as Tang San?

When Tang San spotted the curling smoke rising from the village, his expression changed slightly, as though he had remembered something. His feet moved even faster, and he vanished into the alley in a flash.

Lin Xuan did not bother with him and continued stretching with focus. He knew that once he became a Soul Master, battle would be unavoidable.

Besides a strong physique, flexibility was also crucial. It would allow him to move more nimbly in battle and avoid unnecessary injuries.

In any case, he had nothing else to practice, so he could only perfect these fundamentals.

After finishing his stretches, Lin Xuan did not go straight home. He first went up the mountain.

The firewood he had chopped a few days ago was still piled there, and he needed to carry it back today.

With a heavy load of firewood on his back, he jogged toward home. The morning sunlight shone on him, stretching his small shadow long behind him.

As an orphan, Lin Xuan had not accepted the village's collective care.

With the kind help of Village Chief Old Jack, he had entrusted the dozen or so acres of land left by his parents to hardworking adults in the village. He himself became a little landlord, collecting a portion of the grain each year as rent.

Besides what he ate himself, he could sell the excess grain in town for some loose change.

Over the past three years, he had not earned much, but he had still saved a modest sum. It was enough to support himself and buy nutritional foods to supplement his body.

Whenever he encountered villagers who had risen early, Lin Xuan would stop and greet them obediently.

"Morning, Uncle Li!"

"Auntie Wang, are you going to fetch water?"

He was sweet-tongued, sensible, and quick with his work, maintaining excellent relationships with everyone.

In Lin Xuan's view, besides personal strength, connections were also important on the road to getting a secure post. If he could avoid offending someone, he would. One more friend was always better than one more enemy.

The moment he pushed open his Room Door, a burst of activity came from the courtyard.

A fat, massive pig snorted as it rooted around in the Pig Trough. More than a dozen chickens also gathered around, clucking as though they were welcoming him home.

These were all Lin Xuan's treasures.

The pig and chickens not only provided him with plenty of protein to replenish his nutrition after training, but once they were raised and sold, they would also bring in a substantial income.

For the sake of training his body and building up capital, he had pushed everything he could think of to the limit.

Although managing the household and caring for the poultry alone had been difficult at first, Lin Xuan never complained.

He knew clearly that as long as he held on until Martial Soul Awakening, everything would be worth it.

Village Chief Old Jack had already informed him. In two more days, it would be the day of Martial Soul Awakening.

This life of his would then completely become a thing of the past.

If he could not awaken a Martial Soul, he would immediately choose to transmigrate again. If transmigrating did not give him a chance to become stronger, then he might as well not transmigrate at all.

Skillfully pouring the prepared pig feed into the Pig Trough, Lin Xuan watched the pig wolf it down and could not help swallowing.

The pig had been raised fat and strong. Once he awakened his Martial Soul, he could sell it before leaving for Soul Master Academy, exchanging it for tuition and travel expenses.

After feeding the pig, he went to the chicken coop to collect eggs. His luck was good today—he found five eggs, just enough to supplement him for the day.

Only after carefully placing the eggs into a basket did he enter the kitchen and begin preparing breakfast for himself.

Lighting the fire, washing the rice, and cooking porridge, his movements were so practiced that he did not seem like a six-year-old child at all.

Thin smoke rose from the chimney and spread through the small courtyard, carrying the warmth of a Lively Atmosphere.

Lin Xuan sat beside the stove, watching the dancing flames, his heart filled with anticipation.

Two more days. He only needed to wait two more days before he could awaken his Martial Soul.

As long as he could awaken Soul Power, his path toward getting a secure post could officially begin.

Douluo Continent, the secure post of eternal life—I will have it!

Lin Xuan gripped his tiny fist tightly, his eyes full of determination.

His previous life had been unremarkable. In this life, he wanted to become a god and live forever.