Emperor Soul Village.
Early in the morning.
Knock, knock!
Lin Qing was awakened from his sleep by someone pounding on the broken wooden door.
"Quit disturbing my sleep..."
Rubbing his bleary eyes, he muttered as he rolled over and got out of bed. The rickety wooden bed creaked under the strain.
Knock, knock... Knock, knock... Knock, knock...
The knocking showed no sign of stopping. It even had a damn rhythm to it.
"Who is it? So early in the morning... You're driving me crazy!"
Lin Qing immediately grew impatient.
At least he was more awake now.
Who the hell was sick enough to keep knocking on his door this early?
Creak!
"Let me see which bastard it is!"
The old wooden door was yanked open from the inside.
The cool morning air immediately rushed in.
Lin Qing, who had been ready to curse at whoever had disturbed his sleep, sobered up completely at that moment.
Because he saw something in front of the door.
It was... an Ash Urn!
After a brief, stunned silence.
"Which bastard did this?!"
His furious roar nearly blew the roof off.
"Who the hell is so heartless?!"
"What the hell are you trying to do by putting an Ash Urn at my door first thing in the morning?"
Lin Qing's little face flushed red with anger.
His six-year-old body trembled slightly in rage.
Seriously, who wouldn't be angry when they opened the door early in the morning to find a square, pitch-black Ash Urn facing them?
That thing sat perfectly upright before his doorstep.
As if it were saying: Surprised? Didn't expect that, did you?
"Damn bad luck!"
Lin Qing braced himself against the creaking door and continued cursing.
He looked around.
The dirt road in Emperor Soul Village was empty. There was not even a chicken out searching for food.
Had the culprit already run off?
Lin Qing scratched his head.
Which great genius had he offended?
He was just an orphan.
He had no relatives in Emperor Soul Village and had barely survived by relying on meals from one household and clothes from another.
He had always been fairly well-behaved in the village. Who could he have offended?
"Could it have been Er Gouzi?"
Lin Qing stroked his chin, and his gaze gradually turned dangerous.
Er Gouzi was Aunt Li's precious son next door, and they were the same age.
As for their relationship, calling them bitter enemies would have been putting it mildly.
The root of their conflict was absurdly simple.
It was only because, after Lin Qing had been reborn into this world, he had somehow grown into a remarkably handsome child—six years old, fair-skinned, with large, bright sapphire eyes and eyelashes long enough to rest chopsticks on.
None of the village aunties, older sisters, or young women could resist him.
The most obsessed among them was Er Gouzi's own ten-year-old sister, Er Ni.
The girl practically treated him like a living doll. She came over every day with new ideas and brought him all kinds of food and clothes.
In Er Gouzi's words, "Why does my sister spoil you so much?"
He was obviously Er Ni's actual younger brother.
That was why Er Gouzi found Lin Qing unbearable.
Er Gouzi was the most likely person in the village to prank him.
Lin Qing crouched down and carefully examined the Ash Urn before the doorstep, his brows slowly knitting together.
"Er Gouzi might be a little foolish, but he's not cruel enough to do something like this."
At most, that brat would secretly toss a few frogs into Lin Qing's water vat.
Putting out an Ash Urn?
That kind of vicious trick did not seem like something a straightforward idiot like Er Gouzi could come up with.
Suddenly, Lin Qing noticed that the black-and-white portrait painted on the front of the Ash Urn looked familiar.
Those brows, those features... they were exactly like his own!
"This is me?!"
Lin Qing sucked in a sharp breath and leaped half a step back.
"Holy shit! This is too much!"
A chill rose in his heart.
If it had only been an empty Ash Urn as a prank, that would have been one thing.
But printing his face on it had already gone beyond an ordinary prank.
Because this was the world of Douluo Continent.
A mysterious world where martial souls, Soul Power, and soul skills truly existed.
Here, curses and dark arts were not merely legends.
If this Ash Urn had really been cursed, his six-year-old body would not be able to handle it.
"No, I need to get rid of it quickly."
Lin Qing made up his mind at once.
No matter who had done it, he needed to throw away this unlucky thing first.
Wrapping his small hand in his sleeve, he cautiously reached toward the Ash Urn.
The instant his fingertips touched the icy surface of the box, something strange happened!
[ Ding! You have inherited the relic of 'six-year-old Lin Qing'! ]
Lin Qing's entire body stiffened.
"Who was that???"
He looked around in confusion.
The dirt road was still empty. There was no one there—not even a ghostly shadow.
Then where had that voice come from?
"Damn it, am I seeing ghosts?"
Though it was a summer morning, Lin Qing felt a chill shoot from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.
He instinctively wrapped his patched clothes tighter around himself.
Yet that coldness seeped out from the gaps between his bones.
[ Ding! Would you like to receive the relic immediately? ]
The eerie voice sounded again.
This time, Lin Qing was certain that it had not entered through his ears. It had sounded directly inside his head!
That was even creepier, all right?!
Gulp!
Lin Qing swallowed with difficulty.
An absurd yet thrilling thought suddenly crashed into his mind.
"Could this be..."
His eyes gradually lit up.
"Is this my cheat? Or rather, a system?"
That had to be it!
How could he have forgotten about that?!
He was a transmigrator!
Although he had been reborn into this world six years ago and had spent all that time as a poor orphan, wasn't a cheat the standard equipment for transmigrators?
He could not abandon a transmigrator's traditional craft!
That said... a system appearing through an Ash Urn with his own funeral portrait on it was far too abstract.
"Isn't my cheat's entrance a little too... unearthly?"
An Ash Urn, a funeral portrait, and talk of Lin Qing's relics.
It seemed to have a rather twisted sense of humor, making a chill run down his spine.
After hesitating for a moment.
Lin Qing bent down, picked up the Ash Urn, and carried it into the house.
Lin Qing carefully placed the Ash Urn on the battered wooden table.
"Receive it."
[ Ding! You have accepted the relic. Please listen to the final words! ]
Without warning, everything before his eyes lit up.
It was not sunlight streaming in from outside, but flickering light like a movie screen!
A clear image appeared in his vision.
At the same time.
A calm, childish narration with a faint echo slowly sounded in his mind.
[ My name is Lin Qing. ]
A face appeared in the image.
"!!!"
Lin Qing's breathing abruptly stopped.
That face was his own face at six years old!
[ I am a reincarnated transmigrator. ] [ I was reborn in Emperor Soul Village, a small village within the Heaven Dou Empire on Douluo Continent. ]
The scene changed along with the narration.
The familiar dirt road, the familiar old locust tree, the familiar broken wooden house.
When the view swept past it, Lin Qing even saw the hole at the corner of his house that always leaked whenever it rained.
"No way..."
Lin Qing muttered, his voice trembling slightly.
"Such a coincidence?"
His heart skipped a beat as an ominous feeling enveloped his entire body.
The narration did not give him time to think.
[ At the age of six, I awakened my martial soul. ]
In the image, the young "Lin Qing" stood in the village square.
A Spirit Hall official in charge of the awakening held up an Awakening Stone.
Light flared, and a crack slowly opened between the boy's brows.
A deep, mysterious vertical eye, as though it contained a starry sky, gradually opened.
[ Mental-type body martial soul, "Heavenly Eye." Innate Soul Power: Rank Eight. ]
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