"Brat, why can't you develop your Haki?!
Your Six Styles have already met the standard!
I know now. It seems your will still isn't firm enough. Look at this old man's fist and shout after me!
Justice!!!
Yura Yura Yura!!!"
The harsh scolding echoed endlessly in his mind. Wang Chuan, a little boy with black eyes and black hair, jolted awake from his dream with a sharp gasp.
He had been awakened by pain!
After lying dead still in bed for a moment, Wang Chuan let out a soft sigh. His face, barely six years old, was full of world-weary resignation.
Thanks to a certain Great Luck Heavenly Venerable who refused to reveal his identity, Wang Chuan had been hit by a vehicle after working overtime in his previous life and sent flying into this world known as Douluo Continent.
Transmigration was the sort of fantasy anyone who loved webnovels had imagined.
At first, Wang Chuan had been quite happy about it. After all, he had been an orphan with little pressure in life. Who would willingly keep working like a beast of burden?
Moreover, Wang Chuan had started this life with a pretty good hand. He had been born into a branch family made up of clan members with mutated Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Spirits.
But the problem was that after awakening the memories of his past life at the age of three, Wang Chuan had been bound to a cheat called the Strongest Haki Inheritance.
Every day afterward, he used his adult body from his previous life inside it to train his physique and cultivate Haki with Marine Admiral Black Arm Zephyr, feeding that strength back into his body in the real world.
Anyone familiar with the Haki system from pirates knew how it worked. It was simple and brutal.
Either one gradually mastered it through battles against powerful opponents.
Or one never woke up again and died!
Wang Chuan was currently in exactly that situation. Fortunately, this cheat had a safeguard mechanism. Once Wang Chuan lost consciousness, he would awaken in the real world.
Wang Chuan skillfully put on his clothes, climbed out of bed by himself, and began washing up and preparing breakfast. A thoughtful glint flashed through his small eyes.
Training while sleeping, getting knocked unconscious, then waking up again... didn't that mean he never actually slept?
Hiss... Why did this setup feel so familiar?
Did this cheat happen to have another name, Blackbeard Template?!
Of course, Wang Chuan was only making a casual complaint to pass the time.
After all, his adult soul could not blend in with children, so over the years, he had developed the habit of being alone.
And today had finally arrived—the turning point of his fate.
Martial Spirit Awakening!
Wang Chuan glanced at the Armament Haki that briefly surfaced on his hand before quickly fading away. Something felt off.
As a pirate fan, how could he not know the true nature of Armament Haki? At its core, it was merely copying the qi inherited from his own ancestors.
Pure willpower and all that was far too mystical.
And when it came to willpower, ever since learning that this world possessed supernatural powers, Wang Chuan had constantly reinforced his determination to become stronger!
Coupled with his extensive life experience, Wang Chuan had actually guessed something long ago. Just before leaving the house, he muttered under his breath.
"It seems there's something like an old man in a ring hidden inside me.
Otherwise, why would I, someone who has mastered the Six Styles, be unable to cultivate Haki?!
My father's Martial Spirit was the Golden Armored Crocodile, while my mother's was the Cold Spirit Nether Snake. Both were considered Sub-Dragon Martial Spirits. It looks like the combination of their bloodlines created some extraordinary mutation.
That must be why I can't cultivate Haki. It's probably all being absorbed by my Martial Spirit.
Today, let me see exactly what sort of monster you are!"
Stepping out of his room, Wang Chuan headed straight for the Martial Spirit Awakening site, which remained open year-round within the clan.
Quite a few people greeted Wang Chuan along the way. He had shown remarkable cleverness since childhood, making him very popular with the adults.
Of course, some looked at him with pity.
The reason was simple. The fact that Wang Chuan washed up and cooked by himself already explained everything: his parents in this life were dead.
Wang Chuan had been sad about it for some time. After all, his parents in this life had truly loved him.
But Wang Chuan also knew that it could not be helped. That was simply how cultivation worked in Douluo Continent. Without obtaining Spirit Rings, one could only be stuck at a certain realm.
And Spirit Rings came from supernatural creatures known as Spirit Beasts.
Only by killing them could one obtain their Spirit Rings, creating a natural hostility between humans and Spirit Beasts in Douluo Continent.
During the hunt for Spirit Beasts, Spirit Beasts were generally stronger than humans. Although Wang Chuan's parents both possessed Sub-Dragon Martial Spirits and normally would not have needed to worry about that—
The complicated environment of Spirit Beast forests, as well as the possibility of encountering a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast through terrible luck, were external factors that could take a Spirit Master's life at any moment.
Therefore, Spirit Masters usually hunted Spirit Beasts with stronger companions protecting weaker ones, or they traveled in groups.
His parents, however, had relied on their own strength and formed a two-person team. In Wang Chuan's current view, they really had not valued their own lives at all.
Couldn't they have found a few more friends to hunt Spirit Beasts with?
They just had to show off. Look what happened to their child—he had become an orphan again at such a young age!
Fortunately, although Wang Chuan was merely a branch member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan—
As a branch of the Upper Three Sects, even after both of Wang Chuan's parents had died, he could still live quite comfortably. At the very least, he did not need to worry about food and drink or end up malnourished like the future protagonist.
It was worth mentioning that after years of observation—
Wang Chuan discovered that he had been born during the period when Yu Xiaogang was still young. However, Wang Chuan was six years younger than him, and this world's overall style leaned more toward a comic-book world.
When Wang Chuan learned that, he had been overjoyed.
Because it meant that the resources of Douluo Continent had not yet been claimed by the supposedly pure and immaculate Tang God King, leaving plenty of room to operate.
Besides, the comic version of Douluo Continent had been where he first got into Douluo Continent. True Body Armor was just too cool!
Soon, Wang Chuan arrived at a small Western-style house located in the center of the clan grounds.
This was where Martial Spirit Awakenings were conducted. The person presiding over them was an elderly man who looked to be in his sixties or seventies.
His name was Wang Lie. He belonged to the same generation as Wang Chuan's late grandfather and had been his closest friend in life and death, so he usually took great care of Wang Chuan.
Thus, Wang Chuan politely and warmly said,
"Good morning, Grandpa Lie. Sorry to trouble you with awakening my Martial Spirit."
Wang Lie chuckled. As a Spirit Master, he was already old, yet he still gave off an exceptionally sturdy impression.
"So it's Little Chuan. In the blink of an eye, you're already six years old. Come, come, stand on the array. Grandpa will awaken your Martial Spirit right away."
At such an important moment, even with the mentality of an adult, Wang Chuan could not help feeling nervous. With one quick stride, he stepped into the Hexagram Array.
In an instant, the array shone brightly. A great deal of golden light appeared, illuminating the previously dim room until it was dazzlingly bright.
Seeing this, Wang Chuan's face lit up with joy. Such a phenomenon was a sign of an extremely high-quality Martial Spirit!
It seemed that although his Martial Spirit might have some issues, its foundation was unquestionably excellent, similar to Tang San's Martial Spirit.
That immediately gave Wang Chuan even greater confidence in his future path toward becoming the strongest!
Then, Wang Chuan felt a pulling force. The Soul Power within his body gathered before him, forming a round golden spirit mark on the back of his right hand.
However, once he clearly saw the true appearance of his Martial Spirit, the smile on Wang Chuan's lips instantly froze.
His Martial Spirit was a rare beast Martial Spirit that could leave the body. It had golden skin, a pair of tiny horns atop its head, and an appearance that was neither pig nor dog.
Although it looked rather cute, a Martial Spirit with this appearance was practically known by everyone in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
A look of astonishment appeared in Wang Lie's eyes as well.
"How could it be this Martial Spirit? Little Chuan's parents..."
Just as Wang Lie was beginning to doubt life itself, he suddenly remembered that Yu Xiaogang's father was the strongest Title Douluo in the sect, yet Yu Xiaogang had still undergone a malignant mutation into that ridiculous bird-like form.
So there did not seem to be much to say about this.
Wang Lie sighed and gently stroked Wang Chuan's little head. Thinking the boy was upset, he comforted him.
"It's alright, Little Chuan. Even if your Martial Spirit is a little poor, becoming a Spirit Master is not the only path in life.
You're still young. You have plenty of opportunities ahead of you. Come, let's test your Soul Power first."
Wang Chuan nodded slightly, but how could Wang Lie know that Wang Chuan was not sad at all?
He was clearly struggling to suppress a grin that was even harder to hold back than an AK!
After all, what was so bad about Luo Sanpao?
This was fantastic!
As long as he could get his hands on immortal herbs later, he could ascend on the spot! Flying around on a Golden Sacred Dragon then would be unbelievably satisfying!
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