Innate Full Soul Power, Awakening the Seven Kill Sword—You Want Me to Slack Off for Three Years?

"Admiring flowers, admiring the moon, admiring Qiuxiang!"

Within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, a boy of around ten lay in a wicker chair, fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan. He gazed at the bright moon overhead with a relaxed, contented expression as he spoke words utterly unfitting for his age:

"So this is what slacking off feels like..."

"Fucking amazing!"

"And tomorrow will make it exactly three years!"

The boy's name was Chen Lang, and he was a transmigrator.

After being hit by "great fortune," he arrived in this world known as Douluo Continent and became the only grandson of Sword Douluo, Chen Xin.

Although the original story had never mentioned Chen Xin having a grandson, Chen Lang had already transmigrated, so he did not care about such details.

I've already transmigrated. Who cares whose grandson I am?

Besides, becoming Sword Douluo's grandson and having the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect at his back meant he could basically lie flat for the rest of his life.

Of course, he also knew that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would one day face a sneak attack from Spirit Hall, leaving its strength less than one-tenth of what it had been. He still needed to cultivate diligently and prevent his grandfather from losing an arm.

As one of millions of webnovel authors in his previous life, he was naturally thoroughly familiar with Douluo Continent.

Yet what he had not expected was that he was betrothed from the womb to Ning Rongrong, that woman with princess syndrome. Having an engagement with her made him miserable as hell.

And when his Martial Soul was tested at the age of six, it turned out that he had awakened the Seven Kill Sword Martial Soul as well, even possessing Innate Full Soul Power. This made Ning Fengzhi value him even more as his future son-in-law.

Chen Lang had thought he was finished then. He was definitely going to have to marry her.

Then, the Hex System suddenly awakened!

Three Hextech cards appeared before his eyes.

Equipment Treasure Bag I: Obtain one random thousand-year Soul Bone!

Axiom Arc I: After killing an enemy, restore 10% Soul Power!

Slack Off: For the next three years, you will be unable to undergo any cultivation, including but not limited to Soul Power and physical training. Once the three-year period ends, you will obtain level 30 Soul Power! (You must absorb Soul Rings to continue advancing.)

The moment he saw these three Hextech augments, Chen Lang froze completely, even ignoring the congratulations around him.

Of course he knew what Hextech was. Golden Spatula was incredibly popular!

After all, female Golden Spatula players were everywhere in streamers' comment sections asking to form couples. Chen Lang ignored girls like that outright—they obviously wanted to mooch off his rank. Scheming bitches!

But...

I had already awakened the Seven Kill Sword and Innate Full Soul Power, and I still got a cheat?

Could it be that I really had hit the jackpot!

If he turned it down, that would just mean he did not know what was good for him.

He immediately passed on the first Equipment Treasure Bag. A mere thousand-year Soul Bone thought it could fob off the grandson of the great Sword Douluo?

Absolutely not!

As for the second, Axiom Arc, while it was a scaling Hextech augment, where was he supposed to find enemies in the early stages?

To count as an enemy, the other party had to at least bear hostility toward him, right?

And was his Titled Douluo grandfather just sitting around doing nothing?

Therefore, Chen Lang's first choice was the Hextech augment, Slack Off!

He could eat, drink, play, and slack off for three years, then directly gain thirty levels afterward and reach Soul Ancestor. Only an idiot would not choose that.

One had to know that Tang San, the protagonist of this book, only reached Soul Ancestor at fourteen after being tempered by the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

He could reach Soul Ancestor at the age of nine just by slacking off for three years. Was there even a choice to make?

More importantly, if he slacked off for three years, Ning Fengzhi, being a businessman, would definitely do everything possible to break off the engagement.

And just as Chen Lang had expected, during these three years of slacking off, rumors had spread throughout the sect. The way Ning Fengzhi looked at him had changed, and Ning Rongrong had even deliberately kept her distance from him.

Sometimes, she did not even bother pretending, openly revealing a look of disgust toward him.

Her eyes seemed to say, How could I possibly be engaged to trash like this? Dream on if you think you can marry this princess!

Chen Lang merely gave a cold laugh. This is exactly the effect I wanted. Hurry up and break off the engagement.

When the time came, he would go find Qian Renxue. She was the only woman he had liked while reading Douluo Continent.

"Good grandson, tomorrow is the final day you promised me. Are you sure you can make Grandpa proud?"

Just then, Sword Douluo suddenly appeared behind Chen Lang, staring at him with an expression of frustrated disappointment.

"Grandpa, rest assured. Tomorrow, you'll be the grandpa of the coolest guy around!" Chen Lang promised, thumping his chest.

Chen Lang quite liked this grandfather of his. After all, during his three years of slacking off, Sword Douluo had endured tremendous pressure and had trusted him unconditionally.

"You'd better be telling the truth. Three years! Do you know how your grandpa has survived these past three years?!"

Sword Douluo poured out his grievances. "Not only did the Sect Master say I spoiled you too much, even Old Man Bone said I didn't know how to teach my grandson. He said that if I didn't know how to teach you and couldn't bear to lay a hand on you, he would teach you himself."

"Grandpa, can't you see it? What has Ning Fengzhi's attitude been during the years I've been slacking off? What about his daughter's? The entire sect calls me trash, but when has he ever stepped forward to say a single word for me?"

Chen Lang sneered. "Merchants value profit above all else. Grandpa, if you were an ordinary person, do you think Ning Fengzhi would be so easy to deal with?"

"But people's hearts are unpredictable. If you act this way, how will you make friends in the future?" Sword Douluo asked worriedly.

Everything about his grandson was good, except that he saw through people far too clearly. Sword Douluo did not even know whether that was a good thing or a bad thing.

But he did not care. All he knew was that this boy was his grandson.

"Friends? Are there really so few people who end up abandoned by everyone, only to be stabbed in the back by their own brothers?"

Chen Lang looked utterly disdainful. Then he hugged Sword Douluo with a blissful expression. "Even without friends, having Grandpa is enough for me."

Sword Douluo, who had spoiled him since childhood and always saved the best things for him, was the first person to truly enter the heart of Chen Lang, a transmigrator.

"You brat, you only know how to sweet-talk Grandpa."

Sword Douluo did not know whether to laugh or cry, but he lovingly rubbed Chen Lang's little head. "Fine. Even if you want to slack off your whole life and become a playboy, Grandpa will always stand by your side. As long as you're happy, that's all that matters."

Chen Lang felt moved upon hearing this. Looking at Sword Douluo's gradually aging face, he said, "Grandpa, don't worry. Once tomorrow comes, your grandson will absolutely make you raise your head in pride!"

"Haha, Grandpa is already very happy that you feel that way!" Sword Douluo burst into laughter.

"Grandpa, have you prepared what I asked you to prepare?" Chen Lang asked seriously again.

"Don't worry, it's all ready. Now I'm just waiting for you, brat, to give Grandpa a surprise." Sword Douluo began to look forward to it as well.

Who knew how much pressure he had endured over the past three years?

But everything was worth it for his grandson. If Chen Lang married Ning Rongrong, his grandson would suffer greatly. Sword Douluo did not approve either, but for the sake of appearances, he could not bring himself to break off the engagement.

Ning Fengzhi's room.

"Dad, I refuse to marry that useless Chen Lang who only knows how to eat, drink, and have fun!"

Ning Rongrong clung to her father and whined coquettishly, "I want to break off the engagement!"