"Those Douluo fanfics I read in my previous life said you could just swear brotherhood with Tang San, and he'd pass on all the Tang Sect Secret Arts to you... What a load of bullshit!" So Wang Feng had spent six lazy years doing little but using the wisdom from his previous life to barely improve Holy Soul Village and make life a little more comfortable for himself and the villagers. "What, looking down on Blue Silver Grass now?" Wang Feng chewed on a blade of Blue Silver Grass as he watched Tang San practicing the Mysterious Heaven Skill and Purple Demon Eye on a small hill, breathing in and out. Of course, Wang Feng desperately wanted those skills, but he didn't have them! "...Brother Feng, could you please stop calling me Little San...?" He was a few months older than Tang San, and known throughout Holy Soul Village as a lazybones. He was also a grown man in a child's body! Brother Feng spent his days lying around, looking utterly hopeless and doing nothing. Blue Silver Grass was just the most ordinary plant. Tang San still hoped his Martial Spirit would be a little better... "Not Little San..." Wang Feng thought for a moment. "Then how about Big San?" Dawn was breaking, and pale mist shrouded the village's modest wooden houses. Just then... "..." Tang San stared at him, speechless. "Just call me Little San, Brother Feng. I'm going to train." A little boy in plain hemp clothes came jogging slowly out of the misty village gate. Tang San gave a wry smile. Most boys his age—five or six—were already up early training to prepare for their upcoming Martial Spirit awakening. Tang San smiled as he left, remembering to call back, "Brother Feng, don't forget to come back to the village for dinner." Wang Feng watched him go in silence and let out a sigh, his heart suddenly aching again. Boom! Everyone in the village liked him. Even his father had said, "That Feng kid's head works differently from everyone else's... He's sharp and sensible." As the voice rang through his mind, Wang Feng sprang up from the boulder like a startled cat! Forget it. He'd just keep being lazy. "Next check-in location: Spirit Hall, Holy Soul Village! If you achieve Innate Full Soul Power at the check-in, you will trigger an additional mysterious Martial Spirit! Work hard to improve, host!" "Brother Feng, why are you still chewing on Blue Silver Grass?" Still, Brother Feng had had a rough start. According to the village chief, his mother had died in childbirth. "We're both transmigrators... Little San, you're a powerhouse reborn..." "The main story of Douluo Continent will begin soon. The plot device Su Yuntao should be arriving any day now... If I awaken some kind of sickle Martial Spirit or hoe Martial Spirit, I might as well smash my head against a block of tofu and die." Thinking of that, Wang Feng cursed those damn idiot authors. Wang Feng also felt a faint warmth. Halfway up the hill, Tang San suddenly remembered something. He stopped at the foot of the slope and looked toward a boulder. Anyway, watching Tang San get stronger had left him with enough lemons to fill a whole basket—then another. Tang San had only recently transmigrated to Douluo Continent. Even if they were real brothers, Tang San might not pass those skills on to him. Though he was lazy, Brother Feng really was exceptionally clever. "Note: The item will be delivered to the host by conventional means. It is expected to arrive tonight... Please be ready to receive it." Even Tang Hao, Tang San's father, hadn't been told about the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record. Wang Feng had watched for over a year and still couldn't make head or tail of it. Nothing? Wang Feng was a transmigrator too, but compared with the protagonist, Tang San, he was nowhere close. Some children got up early to plow the fields and help their parents with farmwork. So Brother Feng had been taken in by the village chief. What kind of six-year-old had reflexes like that? "But a Martial Spirit only manifests after it awakens. You can't decide that for me, Brother Feng..." Wang Feng claimed the handprint was left behind by a Spirit Saint, and spun all sorts of fantastical stories about it, saying that anyone who came to admire and touch it might one day become a Spirit Saint! "The system didn't even give me a cheat. How am I supposed to play this game?" "It's still... just an ordinary little plant." Tang San gave a wry smile. "Are you cursing me?" Wang Feng let out a lazy sigh. "I'm different. I'm a weakling reborn... I was just an ordinary homebody in the twenty-first century. How did I end up transmigrating into the world of Douluo Continent? And if I had to transmigrate, why did I have to end up as some bit-part character?" Tang San wasn't really a six-year-old boy. His soul belonged to a genius who had outsmarted the Tang Sect's higher-ups, created the Tang Sect's supreme Hidden Weapon, Buddha Fury Tang Lotus, and mastered the Tang Sect's highest internal art. Tang San looked at Wang Feng, still sprawled across the boulder and basking in the newborn sunlight, and sighed helplessly. Over the past few years, Brother Feng had somehow managed to greatly increase Holy Soul Village's grain and vegetable yields, gradually turning the once-impoverished village prosperous. Wang Feng sighed. Wang Feng said lazily, "You're up early again, Little San." The little boy on the boulder kept his eyes closed. He seemed to know who had arrived, and answered lazily, "I'm lying here quite comfortably. Let me doze a little longer. It's getting hotter by the minute. Come wake me when you're done training." Hearing that, Wang Feng stared at Tang San, dumbfounded. His father had later died within a year, overcome by grief and exhaustion. Every day, Wang Feng lay on this boulder watching Tang San train, hoping he might steal a trick or two. "Ding! The Douluo Continent storyline has officially begun... Congratulations on your first check-in! Item acquired: Meteor Tear!" During all those years, he had kept thinking about going back. "That kid Little San should be nearly done training, right?" As expected of the protagonist. He was nothing like the other little brats; he could even say something so profound. "As the saying goes, success is thirty percent fate and seventy percent hard work... The last ninety percent depends on a cheat... Being the protagonist of Douluo Continent sure is different..." But he was just too lazy. He had no world-shaking background, no ding-ding system, and no ridiculously powerful Martial Spirit... "Little San? You can go now. I'm lying here in perfect comfort. Let me nap a little longer. It's getting hotter. Once you're done training, come wake me." Thinking of that, Tang San couldn't help admiring the boy stretched out on the boulder. Brother Feng had even put up the pillar at the village entrance—the one the village chief claimed might bear the handprint of a legendary Spirit Saint. "Brother Feng, that's pretty mean..." His eyes brimmed with envy. Brother Feng's full name was Wang Feng. In a little while, the sun rose over the horizon, and a blaze of purple light spilled across the land, as if dressing it in bright new colors. Like Tang San, he couldn't even get up there. Run for a bit and he was already panting. Wang Feng watched Tang San move with easy grace, his face sour with envy. "Brother Feng, you get up so early every day. Want to train with me today?" Yeah.
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