Salted Fish! First Check-in! Meteor Tear!

Chapter 1: Salted Fish! First Check-in! Meteor Tear!

"Those Douluo fanfics I read in my past life—where you just become sworn brothers with Tang San and he hands over all the Tang Sect's secret techniques... what a load of complete nonsense!" Thus, Wang Feng had spent six years as a salted fish, relying only on the wisdom of his past life to barely improve Holy Soul Village, making life just a little more comfortable for himself and the villagers.

"What, are you looking down on Blue Silver Grass?" Wang Feng chewed on a blade of Blue Silver Grass, watching Tang San, who was on the small hill practicing his breathing, Mysterious Heaven Skill, and Purple Demon Eye. Of course, Wang Feng was incredibly envious, but he had nothing!

"...Brother Feng, can you stop calling me Little San... that name?" He was a few months older than him and a well-known little slacker in Holy Soul Village. He was also a soul in an adult's body! Brother Feng would often lie there from the morning with a look of utter hopelessness, doing absolutely nothing.

Tang San still hoped his own spirit would be at least a little bit better, as this was, after all, the most ordinary of plants... "Not calling you Little San..." Wang Feng thought for a moment, "Then, should I call you Big San?"

The sky was just beginning to brighten, and white, hazy mist covered the various wooden houses in the village, which were not particularly tall. It was precisely at this moment.

"..." Tang San was speechless, "Let's just stick with Little San. Brother Feng, I'm going to go exercise first."

A little boy dressed in simple hemp clothes ran slowly out from the mist-filled village entrance. Tang San gave a bitter smile. Most other five or six-year-old boys at this age were up early exercising, preparing for their upcoming spirit awakening.

Tang San left with a smile, not forgetting to look back and say, "Brother Feng, remember to go back to the village for food."

Wang Feng watched Tang San walk away in silence, letting out a faint sigh, his heart feeling a bit sour.

Boom!

The whole village liked him. Even his father said that this kid Feng had a brain different from others... clever and sensible.

As this sound echoed in his mind, Wang Feng jumped up from the boulder like a startled cat! Forget it, might as well be a salted fish.

"Next check-in location: Holy Soul Village, Martial Soul Hall! If you can achieve Innate Full Soul Power at the check-in, an additional mysterious spirit will be triggered! I hope the host strives to improve!"

"Brother Feng, why do you still have Blue Silver Grass in your mouth?" However, Brother Feng was quite pitiful. When he was born, he heard from the village chief that his mother had passed away due to complications during childbirth.

"We're both transmigrators... Little San, you're a powerhouse reborn..."

"It won't be long before the official plot of Douluo Continent begins, and that tool character Su Yuntao should be arriving soon... If I awaken some sickle spirit or hoe spirit, I might as well just smash my head into a block of tofu and die." Thinking of this, Wang Feng felt a wave of anger toward those wretched, idiotic authors.

Wang Feng also felt a faint warmth. Halfway through his run, he suddenly remembered something, stopped at the foot of the small hill, and looked up at one of the giant boulders.

He watched Tang San slowly grow stronger, and he was eating lemons by the basketful. Even if they were blood brothers, Tang San wouldn't necessarily teach him anything. Although he was lazy, Brother Feng was indeed incredibly smart.

"Note: The item will be delivered to the host in a realistic manner, expected to arrive tonight... Please be sure to receive it."

Even his old man, Tang Hao, hadn't mentioned this Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record. He had watched for over a year and couldn't make heads or tails of it.

None? Wang Feng was also a transmigrator, but compared to the protagonist Tang San, he was far worse off. Either he was up early tilling the fields or helping his parents with farm work.

Consequently, Brother Feng had been adopted by the village chief. How could a six-year-old boy have such agility?

"However, a spirit only manifests after awakening, Brother Feng, so what you say doesn't count..."

Publicly, it was claimed that this was a handprint left by a Spirit Saint. He had made up a whole bunch of stories, making it sound so miraculous that as long as people came to pay their respects and touch it, they might have a chance to become a Spirit Saint in the future!

"You didn't even give me a golden finger. How am I supposed to play this?"

"This is, after all... the most ordinary grass." Tang San gave a bitter smile, "Are you cursing me?"

Wang Feng sighed softly, "I'm different. I'm a weakling reborn... How did I, a simple and honest shut-in from the 21st century, end up in the world of Douluo Continent? Transmigrating is one thing, but to transmigrate into a background extra..."

This Tang San was no six-year-old child; his soul was that of a genius who had played the high-ranking members of the Tang Sect for fools, created the supreme Tang Sect hidden weapon Buddha Fury Tang Lotus, and mastered the highest internal arts of the Tang Sect.

Tang San looked at Wang Feng, who was still lying on the boulder, basking in the morning sun, and said helplessly.

In the past few years, Brother Feng had used some method to greatly increase the grain and vegetable production of Holy Soul Village, making the once-barren village gradually grow wealthy.

Wang Feng sighed.

Wang Feng said lazily.

The little boy on the boulder did not open his eyes, as if he had long known who was coming, and spoke lazily.

Hearing this, Wang Feng looked at Tang San, dumbfounded.

His father had later died of grief and overwork, passing away in less than a year. He spent every day on this boulder, watching Tang San practice, just hoping to steal a move or two.

Outside Holy Soul Village.

Unfortunately, he wasn't a genius, nor did he have X-ray vision.

Wang Feng had just finished muttering when he saw Tang San walking down from the small hill, full of energy.

Would he tell an outsider?

Tang San thought seriously, "However, although it is ordinary grass, its vitality is the most vigorous and tenacious. In this regard, Blue Silver Grass is not ordinary. I didn't mean to look down on it."

The little boy had delicate features and was very pleasing to the eye, but at this moment, he looked lazy, lying on the boulder with his legs crossed, a blade of Blue Silver Grass—common everywhere in the village—dangling from his mouth, which he chewed with great relish.

He had managed to attract people from surrounding villages, and even from Notting City, who often came to the village to pay their respects.

If he had a golden finger, Wang Feng felt he would definitely be full of ambition, roaming the Douluo Continent, battling in all directions, marrying a few beautiful girls, creating a great reputation, and leaving behind a legendary story...

He had directly turned the remote and barren Holy Soul Village into something resembling a small town in less than two years.

"That's right, so I've decided, Little San, from now on, your spirit will be Blue Silver Grass!" Wang Feng chewed a few times.

As the days passed, Brother Feng gradually became more sensible. Aside from visiting his parents' graves every year, he wouldn't wallow in the sorrow of their early deaths.

In just a few minutes, he climbed to the top of the hill.

"Ding, the Douluo Continent plot has officially begun... Congratulations to the host for the first check-in, you have obtained: Meteor Tear!"

For these six years, he had been thinking about going back every single moment.

"That kid Little San should be finishing his practice soon, right?"

He was worthy of being the protagonist; he was different from the other brats, able to say such profound things.

He had wheat-colored skin, bright eyes, and his breathing was steady as he ran toward the small hill ahead at a measured pace.

He saw that on the giant boulder lay a little boy about his own size.

When he was six, he had hidden it as his greatest secret.

"As the saying goes, thirty percent is destined by heaven, seventy percent depends on hard work... and ninety percent depends on the golden finger... As the protagonist of Douluo Continent, he really is different..."

But he was just too lazy. He had no heaven-defying background, no ding-ding system, and no awesome spirit...

"Little San? Go away, I'm sleeping soundly. Let me nap a bit more, it's getting hotter. Come wake me up when you're done exercising."

Thinking of this, Tang San still looked at the little boy lying on the boulder with some admiration.

"Brother Feng, you're too mean..."

In his eyes, there was immense envy. Brother Feng had even set up that pillar at the village entrance—the one the village chief claimed might have been a handprint left by a legendary Spirit Saint.

Before long, as the morning sun rose, ten thousand rays of purple clouds spilled over the earth, as if draping it in a bright, colorful garment.

Like himself, let alone climbing up, he would be panting after running for a while.

Wang Feng wore an expression of having eaten a lemon as he watched Tang San's clean and agile movements.

He was so excited his face turned red... Although he was small, his hands and feet were very nimble; the hundred-meter-high hill was like flat ground to him.

Saying this, Tang San waved his hand and nimbly climbed toward the distant small hill.

He said to the little boy on the boulder with a smile.

Brother Feng, full name Wang Feng.

"I really want to go back... Sigh, no phone, no computer, can't scroll through TikTok, can't play games. I don't even know if G2 or FPX won the S9."

"Brother Feng, you get up so early every day. Are you going to exercise with me today?"

Yes.