Douluo: Neighbor Tang San Comes to My House to Use the Wi-Fi

Douluo: Neighbor Tang San Comes to My House for Wi-Fi Author: Nan Zhi Qiu Feng

Introduction:

Tags: Douluo Continent, Transmigration, Heavens Flow, Relaxed, Fast-paced, Big Brain Hole, High IQ

Nan Xuan transmigrates to Douluo Continent and awakens a Wireless Router Martial Soul?

Establish a spiritual network world to harvest spiritual power and soul power!

Build his own faction, the Network Holy City, and merge the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Martial Soul Hall!

The Anti-Network Alliance war, manipulating all the sects on Douluo Continent.

Becoming a god through faith, breaking through level 100!

Martial Soul mutation, establishing the Holy Island.

The God Realm Committee decides to start a God War!

Ten thousand years later, the God of the Underworld Tang San leads the Douluo Underworld to start a God War again!

Bored, Nan Xuan transmigrates to the Battle Through the Heavens Plane, his only goal being to make the protagonists focus on cultivation!

PS: Douluo → Battle Through the Heavens..., snatching Ah Yin, hacking Tang San, taking Gu Yuena to fight the God Realm...

Knowing the introduction is weak, why not hurry up and read the main text?

Blue Star, a small town.

"Ah Xuan, my internet is having some trouble, it doesn't seem to work. Could you come over and take a look for me?" A 50-year-old aunt walked to the bottom of a small townhouse and shouted upward.

"Aunt Gao, why is your internet acting up again? This is the second time already, right?" A young man who looked like he hadn't fully woken up pulled back the curtains, leaned out the window, and looked down helplessly.

"Eh, I don't know either. Hurry up and get up to check it out. My Longlong is waiting to watch Super Wings." Aunt Gao looked at the young man and urged him.

"Alright then, the major life events of your Longlong cannot be delayed." The young man got out of bed, feeling extremely speechless, tidied up a bit, and headed toward Aunt Gao's house.

The young man was named Nan Xuan, 26 years old, a graduate of a certain mechanical and electrical vocational college. He had studied mechatronics for three years and was considered a top student. As for his background, his parents had him at an advanced age, so he became an orphan last year. He did have an older sister, but she had been married for several years, and after their parents passed away, their relationship had grown distant.

He had been dating a girlfriend a few days ago and originally wanted to bring her home, but her parents disagreed. The reason was that he was an orphan, and he wouldn't be able to take good care of their daughter when she gave birth, so the romance ended in failure.

"It was so hard to ask for leave from the company to complete the basic steps of a relationship. Not only did the relationship have no result, but I can't even sleep in. What the hell." Nan Xuan, wearing slippers, said with resentment in his heart.

"Brother Xiaoxuan, hurry up! Super Wings can always deliver their mission, can you fix that thing? I think you can deliver your mission too!" A 6-year-old boy with a mushroom haircut held a plane-shaped water gun and said to Nan Xuan with a grin.

"I can, I definitely can." Nan Xuan said perfunctorily to the little boy, glanced at him, and went straight to look at the router.

Nan Xuan's major in college was mechatronics, which made him the only repairman in the village.

"Biu, biu..." Seeing that Nan Xuan didn't pay attention to him, the little boy started running around shooting his water gun.

Nan Xuan looked at the router, checked the wiring, and found no issues. He spoke to Aunt Gao outside, feeling somewhat speechless: "Aunt Gao, I'm afraid your internet bill is overdue. The lines and everything are fine."

Seeing no one answer, Nan Xuan stopped what he was doing, went to turn on the power socket, and rebooted the router.

"Click." The power button was just pressed, and Nan Xuan's hand was passing by the edge of the socket.

"Biubiu." A jet of water shot onto the socket, passed over the back of Nan Xuan's hand, and flowed into the holes.

Nan Xuan thought to himself: "You damn brat, damn it."

He had dodged a bullet last time, and this time he had hoped that by ignoring the kid, he would be safe. Who would have thought that this was his fate.

A consciousness streaked across the vast sky, drifting into the unknown universe. He didn't know how much time had passed, but when he woke up, he was already an infant in swaddling clothes.

Hello everyone, my name is Nan Xuan, and I have just been born.

Uh, a bit sleepy. Let me take a nap before I introduce my situation.

"I can tell everyone now that I have transmigrated. Yesterday, I saw my father in this life extend his right hand, and then a black iron box appeared, with two light rings on it, one white and one yellow. So, I should be on the Douluo Continent."

One-year-old Nan Xuan didn't dare to be too outstanding, instead trying hard to maintain the characteristics a baby should have.

It wasn't until he was three that he started to show the traits a child should have. After all, he had read Douluo Continent before, and the children here were relatively precocious, so his current behavior didn't seem abnormal in the eyes of his parents.

"Xiaoxuan, hurry up and come eat." A woman dressed simply called out to him.

"Oh, coming."

Nan Xuan sat at the table, eating the meat slices his mother put in his bowl, looking at his parents, and couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Mom and Dad, I've already seen your Martial Souls, but you haven't told me what they do yet."

Nan Xuan's parents looked at each other and said with a smile.

"Xiaoxuan, your father's Martial Soul is the inherited Martial Soul of our Iron Box Village, the Iron Box. My Innate Soul Power was level 1, making me a rare soul power user in the village. After 29 years of hard work, I am now a level 21.5 Soul Grand Master, the strongest in Iron Box Village."

"And your mother is also a level 12 Soul Master, her Martial Soul is Iron Wire. Back in the day, your mother and I met because she was obtaining her first soul ring. Your mother fell in love with me at first sight from that moment on, hehe."

Nan Xuan's father said with a smug smile.

His wife beside him rolled her eyes at him and said to Nan Xuan: "Son, your father's first soul ring is a white ten-year soul ring, and his soul skill is to increase the space inside the box. His second soul ring is a hundred-year one, and his soul skill is to materialize the box. This is similar to other people's Avatar of Martial Soul, just like a physical object, so your father has always been escorting goods for others."

Nan Xuan nodded as if he understood, then asked: "Then Mom, what is your soul skill?"

"My soul skill is Iron Wire Connection. I used to escort goods with your father too. My soul skill can connect and bind goods together, so we are quite popular in the nearby chambers of commerce."

Nan Xuan looked at his mother's expression, thinking to himself that she must be reminiscing about the happy days she once shared with his cheap father.

"My Martial Soul is an Iron Box and Iron Wire, so my own Martial Soul should be one of those. I wonder what my Innate Soul Power will be." Nan Xuan lowered his head, seriously contemplating his future path. He felt that both of these Martial Souls were decent; with his past life's experience in mechatronics, he should be able to put them to good use. Of course, that would depend on the level of his Innate Soul Power.

"Xiao Xuan, Xiao Xuan, what are you thinking about? We've been calling you for a while and you haven't responded." Nan Xuan's mother poked his cheek with her finger and asked, looking puzzled.

"Ah, Mom, I was just thinking about what we should have for dinner tonight." Nan Xuan looked up and said to his mother with a grin.

Hearing this, his mother, who should have been happy, grew a bit sorrowful and turned to lean against his father's chest.

Nan Xuan sensed that something was wrong and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong, Mom? Did something happen?"

His father wrapped his arms around his wife, looked at Nan Xuan, and said in a low voice, "Xiao Xuan, your mother and I have decided to go back to escorting goods for the merchant guild. We want to leave you in the care of the village chief. The money we earned before has been mostly spent over these past three years, and we still need to save up for your future tuition, so we have no choice but to leave you."

Nan Xuan looked at his mother, then at his father, let out a sigh, and said, "Mom, Dad, please go with peace of mind. I will take good care of myself at the village chief's house. Don't worry about me; I'm a big boy now, and in the future, I will protect you and Mom."

"Good, then you better make sure to protect us when you grow up. That's a promise between us men." His father extended his fist and bumped it against Nan Xuan's.

Although Nan Xuan said this, in his heart, he didn't want them to go. After all, according to the tropes of other transmigrators, this return to work would likely end in disaster.

But for the sake of their family and his future, Nan Xuan could only agree. There were some things he couldn't change right now; he only hoped he wasn't a typical transmigrator and that those cliché tropes wouldn't happen to him.

Three months after Nan Xuan's parents left.

Douluo Continent, Heaven Dou Empire, Fasinuo Province, Iron Box Village, the village chief's house.

"Xiao Xuan, the merchant guild your parents worked for sent word. They said your parents met with an accident while transporting goods, and their bodies were never recovered." The village chief looked at three-year-old Nan Xuan with a pained expression.

"Grandpa Village Chief, I understand. I want to be alone for a while." Nan Xuan looked up at the village chief, his face devoid of emotion.

"Yes, alright." The village chief didn't say anything more; he patted Nan Xuan's short hair and left him to his own space.

Sitting alone in the room, Nan Xuan felt a mix of sorrow and helplessness. "Even though the parents of this life only spent three years with me, they still raised me for those three years. It would be a lie to say I'm not sad. Why do these tropes always have to be like this? Can't things just be normal for once? Does a protagonist really have to have their parents sacrificed to the heavens just to rise to power?"

Nan Xuan spent several days in silence pondering this, worrying the village chief sick.

In the end, he accepted reality and embarked on his path of "cheating."

When Nan Xuan was four, he learned from the village chief that there was a small village nearby called Holy Soul Village, where the village chief was Old Jack.

He then inquired whether there was a blacksmith named Tang Hao in that village.

After some exploration, he discovered that the current Holy Soul Village had no blacksmith named Tang Hao, nor was there a little San climbing mountains every day. There was only a Martial Soul Hall Pope named Qian Xunji, who was far away in Martial Soul City.

He had learned about Martial Soul Hall from passing merchants.

"It seems I've transmigrated to the era of Tang Hao and Bibi Dong. My age might be similar to theirs, so perhaps some things can still be changed."

Whenever Nan Xuan thought of the Bibi Dong from the original story, he felt a sense of regret. If he could change things, he would certainly choose to do so—provided, of course, that he had the capability. He wasn't about to go out and get himself killed for nothing.

Through this simple information, he had already determined the era he was in; now, he just had to wait for his own Martial Soul awakening.

Having transmigrated for so long, Nan Xuan had called out for his "system" countless times.

But it was useless; no system appeared, and eventually, he gave up.

Without Mysterious Heaven Skill and without powerful Martial Souls inherited from his parents, he had doubted many times whether he had truly transmigrated. It wasn't until the influence of his "exclusive template" at age three that he regained hope. But it was only hope; after all, Martial Souls were inherited from parents, and he wasn't one of those protagonists who started as an orphan with unknown parentage, allowing him to change his destiny however he pleased.

Soon, two years passed.

"Xiao Xuan, you'll be six tomorrow, won't you?" The village chief walked into Nan Xuan's home and asked.

Nan Xuan had returned to live in his own home at the age of five. With the pension provided by the merchant guild, and by being frugal and accepting help from the villagers, he lived quite well and had even saved a fair amount of money.

At first, the village chief hadn't agreed to him living alone, but seeing the longing and sorrow in Nan Xuan's eyes, he had relented.

"Yes, that's right, Grandpa Village Chief. I'll be six tomorrow." With a head of messy black hair and a face that was both cute and determined, he looked every bit the little heartthrob.

"Very well, get some good rest today. I'll come by tomorrow morning to get you, and you can go with the other children in the village to awaken your Martial Souls." After saying this, the village chief left to notify the other children.