Transmigrating into Douluo Dalu

A young man from Blue Star, having just reached adulthood, woke up to find that he had transmigrated into the world of the novel Douluo Continent.

Although he had his own personal insights into the contents of the book Douluo Continent, as well as some truly baffling questions, he had once thought about transmigrating into it, siding with Martial Soul Hall, marrying Qian Renxue, and establishing the Martial Soul Empire. Along the way, he would bully Tang San, troll Yu Xiaogang, and claim the spirit ring and spirit bone of the hundred-thousand-year-old rogue rabbit.

But when he actually transmigrated, he still felt like ten thousand alpacas were stampeding through his heart.

It is easy to fabricate and imagine things, to be a keyboard warrior who thinks they can outsmart everyone, but when it comes to the real deal—facing real people, events, things, and scenes—who would dare to say they are certain to have the last laugh?

However, since he was already here and couldn't go back, he had no choice but to accept his fate and settle in.

Yet, he wanted to settle in, but he couldn't.

Because as a transmigrator, he had no illustrious background, no extraordinary skills, and no omnipotent system. He was currently just a newborn infant, and an infant without a father, relying solely on his mother for survival.

The only thing to be thankful for was that he had read the original work and watched the anime that had already aired.

Alas, misfortunes never come singly.

When he was three years old, the village he lived in encountered a beast tide, and his mother died at the hands of a spirit beast. Although he and some villagers survived with the help of the local Martial Soul Hall, the world was vast, yet there was no longer a place for him; among the thousands of lights in the world, not a single one was left for him.

At this moment, he finally understood what it meant to be truly alone and desolate.

Without a house or a plot of land, with both parents dead, he could only beg for a living.

Is this it? Starting with nothing but a bowl?

Should he find a temple and become a monk?

But it seemed that the profession of a monk did not exist on Douluo Continent.

Besides, I don't have a childhood friend like Tang He or Tang Dingchen.

At this moment, he had exhausted everything he had learned in his life to comfort himself.

Shun was raised in the fields, Fu Yue was raised among the builders, Jiao Ge was raised in the fish and salt trade, Guan Yiwu was raised in the ranks of officials, Sun Shu'ao was raised by the sea, Baili Xi was raised in the marketplace.

Thus, clutching the spiritual victory method of Ah Q, he began to wander everywhere.

He ate the food of a hundred families and wore the clothes of a hundred families. Some treated him with warm assistance, while others looked at him with cold mockery. He had seen the stench of wine and meat behind vermilion gates, and he had seen the frozen corpses by the roadside.

The warmth and coldness of human relationships, the fickleness of the world—nothing could be more profound than this.

A year passed just like that.

But on this day, the Fifth Worship of Martial Soul Hall, Guangling Douluo, had snuck out of the Worship Hall to play. As he passed by the boy, he seemed to sense something.

"The aura of an angel."

Without another word, he brought the boy back to Martial Soul City.

Martial Soul City, Worship Hall

Qian Daoliu and the other Worships were discussing the fact that Guangling Douluo had snuck out, when the heavy doors of the Worship Hall were suddenly pushed open—or rather, kicked open.

As the doors swung wide, a face peeked in, looking both guilty and plastered with a smile.

"Guangling, so, you finally decided to come back?" the Second Worship, Golden Crocodile Douluo, said as he looked at Guangling Douluo.

"Second Brother, that is where you are wrong. Martial Soul Hall is my home; where else could compare to my own home?" Guangling Douluo said to Golden Crocodile Douluo without blushing or skipping a beat.

"By the way, Big Brother, when I snuck out—ah, no, when I went out to handle some business, I discovered a child who seemed to possess the aura of an angel." Guangling Douluo then said to Qian Daoliu.

Guangling Douluo had spent years in the Worship Hall, where the statue of the Angel God stood. Furthermore, having known and interacted with the Great Worship Qian Daoliu, who possessed the Seraphim spirit, for many years, he was naturally familiar with the aura of an angel.

"Is that so? Where is that child now?" Qian Daoliu asked.

"Just outside the Worship Hall. That girl Flame Hawk is watching him."

Qian Daoliu felt puzzled. Members of the Angel clan did not go out easily, and even if they did, they would report it to him. Yet, no Angel clan members had gone out recently.

(Personal insight: The Angel clan cannot possibly have only one descendant; there must be other clansmen. Otherwise, no matter how high an individual's cultivation is, it would be impossible to firmly rule Martial Soul Hall for so many years.)

(Just like the ninety-sixth-rank Title Douluo, Sword Douluo Chen Xin, whose Seven Kill Sword spirit is no weaker than the Clear Sky Hammer, but because his spirit is passed down through a single line, he was unable to establish a sect. Even though he is the pillar of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the one who ultimately calls the shots in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is still Ning Fengzhi.)

"Then let him come in," Qian Daoliu said.

As for the child outside the door, he was currently feeling incredibly shocked. Have I been brought to Martial Soul City? The person who brought me here, judging by his appearance, looks like a child who hasn't grown up yet, yet he refers to himself as 'this old man' in every sentence. He must be the Fifth Worship of Martial Soul Hall, Guangling Douluo.

The woman beside me appears to be Flame Hawk Douluo, the disciple of the Second Worship of Martial Soul Hall, Golden Crocodile Douluo.

Just as he had not yet recovered from the shock of arriving in Martial Soul City, the summons from the Great Worship Qian Daoliu came from within the Worship Hall.

Hearing the Great Worship's words, Flame Hawk Douluo did not dare to delay, and immediately led him into the Worship Hall.

When Qian Daoliu saw this child, his pupils dilated instantly, because he felt a thick aura of an angel from this child. Compared to Guangling Douluo, Qian Daoliu was naturally more sensitive to the angel aura, especially since this child also had the iconic golden hair of the Angel clan. He even felt a sense of bloodline kinship from this child.

"Child, don't be afraid. How old are you this year?"

"Four."

"What is your name?"

"Yu."

"What is your surname?"

"I don't have one."

"No surname?"

"Yes. My mother only ever called me by my given name since I was young, and she never told me my surname."

"I see. Where is your home?"

"Xiao Zhang Village, Wolong Ridge, Shuangxiong Town, Tianyun City."

"Do you have any other family members at home?"

"No."

Qian Daoliu nodded slightly and then said, "Flame Hawk, take him down to get some rest."

After Flame Hawk Douluo led the child away, Qian Daoliu was left completely baffled by the sense of bloodline affinity he felt from the boy, as he had only ever experienced such a connection with Qian Xunji and Qian Renxue.

The aura of an angel, the affinity of blood.

In particular, the way the child looked at people was exactly the same as how he, Qian Daoliu, and his son, Qian Xunji, looked at others.

Thinking of this, even the usually calm and composed Qian Daoliu could not suppress the agitation in his heart.

He immediately ordered, "Someone, go bring me Ji'er's papal journals. Demon Bear, Ghost Leopard, the two of you are to investigate the background of that child today. Do not leave out a single detail."