Husky Back Boy

In the quiet little village, candlelight flickered here and there. Inside a wooden house at the very edge of the village, a young man carefully wrote on letter paper, using Soul Power mixed with ink.

"Dear Saintess Bibi Dong, I am Tian Hao—the one with Martial Soul Grass Root, Innate Soul Power of 0.0001, no particularly outstanding features, an exceedingly plain appearance, a height that is not quite disabled, deeply bronzed skin, and especially white teeth.

Five years ago, I cultivated 0.1 levels of Soul Power despite having no Soul Power aptitude, so I was recruited into Martial Soul Academy as a research subject to be studied—the research led by Master Yu Xiaogang. I was also the one whose leg bones suffered comminuted fractures.

Back then, you personally handled my Martial Soul Academy student identification for me. You even made an exception and passed on an advanced Soul Power Meditation Method so I could be studied better. I also gave you ten pairs of anti-athlete's-foot insoles personally woven from Deodorant Grass...

Do you remember me, Saintess?

I am writing to you this time because I have a bold hypothesis. I call it the God Creation Plan. Perhaps it can allow you to break through the theory of Soul Ring absorption limits, possess a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring and Soul Bone ahead of time, and perhaps even reach level one hundred and become a god.

As far as I know, the older a soul beast generally becomes, the greater its intelligence. A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast already possesses intelligence no different from that of an adult. We can use this as a breakthrough point: first find a way to fool a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast into trusting us, and then..."

"Phew!"

"Finally finished!"

After quite a while, Tian Hao let out a long breath.

He had deliberated over this letter for more than a month, revising the wording again and again. The discarded paper had all gone to contribute to the toilet out back. Only today did he finally feel it was perfect.

"There are still five days until the village goes to the city to sell ironware and buy supplies. Then I'll send the letter to the Spirit Hall branch in the city!"

Tian Hao folded the completed letter and placed it in an envelope, then rubbed the Martial Soul Academy student identification card.

Although he was not even a Soul Master yet, this Martial Soul Academy student identification card, personally issued by Spirit Hall's current Saintess, Bibi Dong, carried considerable weight. It even bore Bibi Dong's signature, enough to make the Spirit Hall branch deliver the letter into her hands.

Success or failure depended on this one move!

I wonder whether this God Creation Plan can move the leader of the Three Idiots of Martial Soul Hall?

Tian Hao muttered to himself, not particularly confident.

As a transmigrator, he had long known this was Douluo Continent. At first, he had been thrilled and prepared to make a name for himself. From the moment he learned to crawl, he had tried every means to exercise his body. But when he awakened his martial soul at the age of six, he was dumbfounded.

Martial Soul Grass Root, no Innate Soul Power—an even worse deal than Yu Xiaogang's half-level Innate Soul Power.

Fortunately, a Soul Master had emerged from the village many years ago and left behind a basic Soul Power Meditation Method taught by a beginner Soul Master Academy, giving him a chance to cultivate.

After obtaining that Meditation Method from the Old Village Chief, he had diligently meditated and cultivated for six years before raising his Soul Power to level 0.1, enough for him to sense it clearly.

Only then did he understand that it was not that he had no Innate Soul Power. Rather, his Innate Soul Power was simply so weak that it had not been detected when his martial soul awakened.

Later, he traveled to the Spirit Hall branch in a city more than a hundred li away and sought out the Spirit Hall Soul Master who had been responsible for awakening him back then for another examination.

Because he was the first person in Douluo Continent's history to cultivate Soul Power despite having no Innate Soul Power, he was recruited by Spirit Hall for research. Later, they upgraded the Soul Tool used to test Innate Soul Power and finally detected that his Innate Soul Power was level 0.0001 rather than nonexistent.

Then, relying on the advanced Meditation Method Bibi Dong had privately taught him, he spent five years finally raising his Soul Power past level one.

Such pitiful progress gave him no hope at all, and he had not discovered any golden finger either.

That was why he had come up with the idea of clinging to Bibi Dong's thigh and living off her. The God Creation Plan he had just written was something he had cobbled together based on a certain Third Brother's path to godhood.

This should make a decent calling card. As for why he had sent it to Bibi Dong rather than someone else, the two great empires, or the so-called Upper Three Sects—

The main reason was that Bibi Dong was the only important figure he knew. Besides, Spirit Hall was currently the only power on the continent friendly to commoner Soul Masters. As a commoner, if he did not join Spirit Hall, who else could he join?

Second, this world itself was very dark. If someone as small and weak as him rashly got caught up with powers like the two great empires or the upper seven great sects, he might get accidentally killed—or suicided—at any moment.

Unless he could obtain the golden fingers found in so many novels from his previous life, he should just keep his head down and develop until death.

Of course, Spirit Hall was not peaceful internally either. There were also struggles for power and profit, and no one was clean. It was simply somewhat better than those sects and aristocratic clans that were extremely self-serving. Even Bibi Dong herself had pitfalls around her.

That was also why he had not proposed this God Creation Plan during the year he was studied at Martial Soul Academy. He had been too weak. If he truly made someone unhappy, they could wipe him out with a single thought.

But he was unwilling to simply remain in the village until he grew old. Moreover, he had some ideas about the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well. Perhaps the immortal herbs within could solve his poor aptitude problem, but that required sufficient strength.

After all, whether it was finding the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well in a dangerous place like Sunset Forest or defeating Dugu Bo, who might already be there, neither was something a level-one Soul Scholar like him could accomplish. He needed to borrow power.

Speaking of borrowing power, he thought of Bibi Dong. The leader of the Three Idiots of Martial Soul Hall must be desperate to improve her strength right now. So long as they took the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, he did not need much—just one immortal herb would do, such as the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum that could cultivate the Indestructible Vajra Body.

"I'm overtime. I need to quickly finish today's training and sleep. I can't stay up until my hair falls out!"

Glancing at the hourglass on the table, Tian Hao hurriedly put the envelope and student identification card into the drawer, then went into the courtyard for his nightly pre-sleep exercise.

He took off his shirt, loosened his limbs, and began practicing a strange set of boxing techniques.

The boxing technique was strange mainly because its style shifted constantly. Though it centered on fierce, swift movements, it was rather miscellaneous, like a hodgepodge. Yet it also possessed a sense of flow.

After finishing the boxing technique, he moved on to leg techniques, which were similarly somewhat chaotic.

Next, he curled the fingers of both hands into cat... tiger claw shapes and continuously swung them at high speed. He moved far faster than he had during the earlier boxing and leg techniques, giving off a sharp, fierce feeling.

That was not all. After finishing the claw techniques, he casually picked up the Steel Spear leaning outside the wooden house door and began to wield it.

The movements were not pretty, but they carried great force, whistling through the air like a tiger. It resembled both staff techniques and spear techniques, clearly another hodgepodge.

After performing a set of staff and spear techniques with the Steel Spear, Tian Hao drew the longsword hanging on the wall and began practicing a sword technique.

This was not some profound sword technique, merely basic movements from various sword arts. However, it was practiced with skill and speed, clearly the result of long training. Crisp sword cries sounded out from time to time.

At the same time, the muscles on his back exerted themselves and shifted, constantly changing shape. Under the moonlight, they faintly formed the face of a cold and aloof wolf.

However, the cold and aloof style did not appear very often. More frequently, the changing muscles made the wolf face look bizarre and unhinged.

"Fists first, then kicks, then grappling. Weapons and internal arts, five in one. My skills should be enough to trade blows with Brother Bao's Feng Yuxiu now, right?"

Tian Hao sheathed the longsword in the scabbard hanging on the wall. As he walked into the bathroom to wash up, he recalled a movie he had watched in his previous life.

The fight scenes in that movie had been excellent, especially Brother Bao's performance. Though he had been the second male lead, he had felt even more eye-catching than the protagonist. In particular, that whole theory of martial arts had sounded profound and impressive. Its style was not lacking, and it even sounded rather reasonable.

The boxing, leg, and other techniques Tian Hao had created came from the year five years ago when he went to Martial Soul Academy in Spirit City to be studied. While there, he had watched the movements of those student Soul Masters when they used their soul skills, imitating and combining them.

Though they lacked the special-effect enhancements of actual soul skills, when paired with his strong physique built through years of training and the boost Soul Power gave to his body's explosive strength, their practical combat effectiveness was not poor.

Not to mention that he had constantly refined them through actual combat, making them better suited to himself.

He could now be considered a well-rounded fighter. Barehanded combat, weapon use, and close-quarters fighting were all fairly decent. Ordinary people were no problem for him. In the ancient times of his previous life, he would have counted as a fierce general.

"Unfortunately, this little bit of strength only lets me show off in front of ordinary people. If I really faced a Soul Master with Soul Rings, I'd definitely be kneeling."

Thinking of the combat strength of those Soul Masters and their strange, varied soul skill effects, Tian Hao sighed.

He reckoned that he might not even be able to defeat the level-ten Tang San and Xiao Wu from the original story, even with his advantage in age and size.

There was no helping it. One of them came with soft skill soul techniques, while the other possessed hidden weapons. They would be difficult to fight.

He was still too weak!

Shaking his head, he calmed his thoughts. With a move of Old Dog Shakes Water, he shook the droplets from his body, then struck several bodybuilding poses before the mirror. He was immensely satisfied with the muscle definition he had trained, especially the wolf face on his back.

"Though it isn't as fierce as Yujiro Hanma's Ogre Face Back Muscles, my Wolf Face Back Muscles are much better-looking!"

Turning his head to look at the Wolf Face Back Muscles reflected in the mirror, Tian Hao was incomparably satisfied.

Even if he could not become a Soul Master, he could still make a living as a kept man with this body.

Unfortunately, Tian Hao did not see that after he turned back around, the subtle changes caused by exerting force also changed his back muscles slightly, instantly transforming that cold, aloof wolf face into something bizarre.

Like a husky preparing to demolish a house, it would not be wrong to call them Husky Face Back Muscles—Husky Back for short!

After admiring himself, the Husky Back boy finally climbed onto his wooden bed and fell into a deep sleep.

Sure enough, intense exercise before bed really helped with sleeping. He fell asleep especially quickly!

However, Tian Hao did not know that after he fell asleep, a Blue Silver Grass growing against the outer wall of the wooden house moved. One blade stretched toward the window as though sensing the sleeping boy, then its leaves swayed rhythmically, as if transmitting some information to a certain existence.

(New book, please take care of it. I humbly beg for recommendation votes. Your support is my greatest motivation.

Kung Fu Killer is quite a good movie. Interested brothers can check it out.

Also, because this is the new book period, I can only update two chapters a day. Once it goes premium, there will be mass updates!)