Douluo: Neighbor Xiao San Comes to My House to Use the Internet, Part 1

Douluo: Neighbor Xiao San Comes to My House to Use the Internet Author: Nan Zhi Qiu Feng

Synopsis:

Tags: Douluo Continent, transmigration, myriad worlds, lighthearted, fast-paced, imaginative, intelligent protagonist

Nan Xuan transmigrated to Douluo Continent and awakened a Wireless Router martial soul?

He established a spiritual world network, collecting spiritual power and Soul Power!

He founded his own faction, Network Holy City, and merged the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect with Spirit Hall!

In the great war against the Anti-Network Alliance, he kept every sect on Douluo Continent firmly in hand.

He became a god through faith and broke through level one hundred!

His martial soul mutated, and he established Holy Island.

The God Realm Committee decided to begin a divine war!

Ten thousand years later, Tang San, the God of the Underworld, launched another divine war with the Douluo Underworld!

Bored out of his mind, Nan Xuan transmigrated to the Battle Through the Heavens Plane for the sole purpose of making the protagonists focus on cultivation!

PS: Douluo → Battle Through the Heavens... steal Ah Yin, chop down Tang San, take Gu Yuena to fight the God Realm...

Knowing the synopsis was weak, why not hurry up and read the main text?

Blue Star, a small rural town.

"Ah Xuan, something went wrong with my internet. It seems like it can't be used anymore. Come over and take a look." A fifty-year-old auntie walked beneath a small Western-style house and called upstairs.

"Aunt Gao, why has your internet gone wrong again? This is already the second time, isn't it?" A young man who still looked half-asleep pulled back the curtains, pushed open the window, and looked down helplessly.

"Ah, I don't know either. Hurry up and come take a look. My Longlong is still waiting to watch Super Wings." Aunt Gao urged him as she looked up at him.

"Fine, Longlong's major life event can't be delayed." The young man got out of bed in extreme exasperation, tidied himself up casually, and headed toward Aunt Gao's home.

The young man was named Nan Xuan. He was twenty-six years old and had graduated from a vocational technical college for mechanical and electrical engineering. He had studied mechatronics for three years, making him something of a top student. As for his family background, his parents had only had him at an advanced age, so he had become 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 gradually grown distant.

A few days ago, he had gotten himself a girlfriend and originally wanted to bring her home. Who would have thought that her parents would object? Their reason was that he was an orphan, and when their daughter gave birth in the future, no one would be able to take proper care of her. Thus, that relationship ended in failure.

I finally took leave from work to go through the basic stages of a relationship. Fine, the relationship didn't work out, but now I can't even sleep in? What the hell. Nan Xuan grumbled inwardly as he walked in slippers.

"Brother Xuan, hurry up! Even Super Wings can always deliver their mission. Can you fix that thing? I think you can always deliver your mission too." A six-year-old boy with a mushroom haircut grinned at Nan Xuan while holding a plane-shaped water gun.

"I can. Definitely." Nan Xuan perfunctorily replied to the boy. After glancing at him, he went straight to inspect the router.

Nan Xuan had studied mechatronics in college, which made him the only repairman in the village.

"Pew, pew..." Seeing that Nan Xuan was ignoring him, the little boy began spinning around and spraying his water gun everywhere.

Nan Xuan glanced at the router and checked the wiring. Finding nothing wrong, he called out to Aunt Gao outside in exasperation, "Aunt Gao, your internet bill is probably overdue. There's nothing wrong with the wiring."

When no one answered, Nan Xuan stopped what he was doing, switched on the outlet, and rebooted the router.

"Crack." The power button had just been switched on, and Nan Xuan's hand was passing beside the socket.

"Pew pew." A stream of water shot into the outlet, running across the back of Nan Xuan's hand and into the socket.

You little brat, damn it. Nan Xuan cursed inwardly.

He had escaped disaster last time. This time, he had thought that ignoring the boy would make things safer. Who could have known that this was simply his fate?

A consciousness streaked across the sky and drifted through the unknown Universe. Who knew how much time passed? When he awoke, he was already a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes.

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

Uh, I'm a little sleepy. Let me take a nap before introducing my situation.

"I can now tell everyone that I've transmigrated. Yesterday, I saw my father in this life raise his right hand, and then a black Iron Box appeared. There were even two rings of light around it, one white and one yellow. So, I should be on Douluo Continent."

One-year-old Nan Xuan did not dare to act too outstandingly. Instead, he worked hard to maintain the traits a baby ought to have.

Only when he turned three did he begin displaying the traits a child should have. After all, he had read Douluo Continent in his previous life. The children here matured rather early, so his behavior did not seem abnormal to his parents.

"Xuan, hurry over and eat." A plainly dressed woman called out to him.

"Okay, coming."

Nan Xuan sat at the table, eating slices of meat his mother placed in his bowl. Looking at his parents, he could not help asking curiously.

"Dad, Mom, I've seen both of your martial souls, but you've never told me what they do."

Nan Xuan's parents exchanged a glance and said with smiles.

"Xuan, your father's martial soul is the inherited martial soul of our Iron Box Village, the Iron Box. My Innate Soul Power was level one, making me one of the rare people in the village with Soul Power. After twenty-nine years of hard work, I'm now a level twenty-one-and-a-half Soul Grandmaster, the strongest person in Iron Box Village."

"Your mother is also a level twelve Soul Master. Her martial soul is Iron Wire. Back then, your mother and I met when she was obtaining her first soul ring. From that moment on, she fell in love with me at first sight. Hehe."

Nan Xuan's father wore a smug grin.

His wife beside him rolled her eyes at him before saying to Nan Xuan, "Son, your father's first soul ring was a white ten-year soul ring. Its soul skill enlarged the box's internal space. His second soul ring was a hundred-year one, and its soul skill was Materialization. It made the box just like a real physical object, similar to other people's Martial Soul Avatars. That's why your father has always escorted cargo for others."

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

"My soul skill is Iron Wire Connection. I used to escort cargo with your father too. My soul skill can link and bind goods together, so we were quite popular among the nearby merchant guilds."

Seeing the look on his mother's face, Nan Xuan thought she was probably reminiscing about the happy days she had spent with his nominal father.

Their martial souls are an Iron Box and Iron Wire, so mine should be one of those two. I wonder how much Soul Power I'll have. Nan Xuan lowered his head and seriously considered his future path. He felt that both martial souls were quite decent. With his previous life's mechatronics profession, he ought to be able to make them useful. Of course, that would depend on the level of his Innate Soul Power.

"Xuan, Xuan, what are you thinking about? We've called you for ages, but you ignored us." Nan Xuan's mother poked his cheek and asked in confusion.

"Ah, Mom, I was thinking about what we'll eat this afternoon." Nan Xuan raised his head and answered his mother with a grin.

Upon hearing that, his mother, who should have been happy, instead became somewhat sorrowful. She turned and leaned against his father's chest.

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

His father wrapped an arm around his wife and looked at Nan Xuan. In a low voice, he said, "Xuan, your mother and I plan to start escorting goods for the merchant guild again. We want to leave you in the village chief's care. The money we earned before has nearly all been spent over the past three years, and we still need to prepare tuition for you in the future. So, we have no choice but to leave you."

Nan Xuan looked at his mother, then at his father. He let out a breath and said, "Dad, Mom, go without worry. I'll take good care of myself at the village chief's house. You don't need to worry about me. I'm a grown man now. I'll protect you and Mom in the future."

"Good. Then you'd better protect us properly in the future. This is a promise between men." His father held out his fist, and Nan Xuan bumped it with his own.

Although Nan Xuan said that, he did not want them to go. According to the usual transmigrator template, this return to work was likely fraught with danger.

But they were doing it for the family and for his future. Nan Xuan could only agree. There were some things he could not change right now. He could only hope he was not an ordinary transmigrator and that none of those clichéd templates would 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 home.

"Xuan, word has come from the merchant guild where your parents worked. Your parents met with an accident while transporting goods. Even their bodies haven't been found." The village chief looked at three-year-old Nan Xuan with pity.

"Grandpa Village Chief, I understand. I'd like to be alone for a while." Nan Xuan raised his head and replied expressionlessly.

"Mm, all right." The village chief did not say anything more. He rubbed Nan Xuan's short hair and left him alone.

Sitting alone in the room, Nan Xuan felt both sorrowful and helpless. "My parents in this life only stayed with me for three years, but they did raise me for three years. It would be a lie to say I'm not sad. Why do these templates always turn out this way? Can't things be normal just once? Do the parents have to be sacrificed before the protagonist can rise?"

Nan Xuan spent several days in silence thinking about these things, worrying the village chief terribly.

In the end, he accepted reality and set off down the path of cheating.

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

Then he asked whether there was a blacksmith named Tang Hao in that village.

After some investigation, he discovered that there was currently no blacksmith named Tang Hao in Holy Soul Village, nor was there a Xiao San who climbed mountains every day. There was only a Spirit Hall Pope named Qian Xunji, far away in Spirit City.

He had learned about Spirit Hall from passing merchant guilds.

"It looks like I transmigrated to the era of Tang Hao and Bibi Dong. Then I might be around their age, and perhaps there are some things I can still change."

Thinking of Bibi Dong in the original work, Nan Xuan felt that it was such a pity. If he could change things, he would definitely choose to do so. Of course, that depended on whether he had the ability. He would not foolishly throw his life away.

With that simple information, he already knew the era in which he lived. Now he only had to wait for his martial soul to awaken.

Ever since transmigrating, Nan Xuan had called countless times for the "system" that should have belonged to him.

But it was completely useless. The system never appeared, and he eventually gave up.

He had no Mysterious Heaven Skill, and his parents had not passed down powerful martial souls. This made him question countless times whether he had truly transmigrated. It was not until the effects of his "exclusive template" appeared at age three that hope ignited within him. Yet it was only hope. After all, martial souls were inherited from one's parents. He was not one of those protagonists who started out as orphans, knowing nothing about their parents' martial souls and able to mutate however they wanted.

Soon, two years passed.

"Xuan, you'll be six tomorrow, right?" Grandpa Village Chief came to Nan Xuan's home and asked.

Nan Xuan had moved back into his own home when he was five. With the compensation paid by the merchant guild, his frugality, and help from the villagers, he lived fairly well and had even saved quite a bit of money.

At first, the village chief had not agreed to let him live alone. But when he saw the nostalgic, sorrowful look in Nan Xuan's eyes, he agreed.

"Mm, yes, Grandpa Village Chief. I'll be six tomorrow." With his messy black hair and a face that was cute yet faintly resolute, he looked every bit like a little boy.

"Good. Rest well today. I'll come get you tomorrow morning, and you'll awaken your martial soul with the other children your age in the village." After saying that, the village chief left. He still needed to notify the other children.