666, Shocked, I Transmigrated and Received My Own Ashes?

Emperor Soul Village.

Early morning.

"Knock, knock!"

Lin Qing, fast asleep, was jolted awake by the pounding on his dilapidated wooden door.

"Stop disturbing my sleep..."

He rubbed his bleary eyes, grumbling as he rolled out of bed, the rickety wooden frame groaning under the strain.

"Knock, knock... knock, knock... knock, knock..."

The knocking showed no sign of stopping; the bastard even had a rhythm to it.

"Who is it? It's barely dawn... so damn noisy!"

Lin Qing's impatience flared.

But he was at least a little more awake now.

Who on earth would be crazy enough to keep hammering on his door this early?

"Creeeak!"

"I'm going to see which bastard this is!"

He yanked the old wooden door open with force.

The cool morning air rushed in immediately.

Lin Qing, who had been ready to curse a storm for being woken from a good sleep, suddenly sobered up completely.

Because he saw something sitting right in front of the door.

It was... an urn!

After a brief, stunned silence.

"Which bastard is this, exactly!"

His roar nearly blew the roof off.

"Who is it, being so damn wicked!"

"What kind of sick joke is it to leave an urn at my doorstep first thing in the morning?"

Lin Qing's small face flushed red with rage.

His six-year-old body trembled with fury.

I ask you, who wouldn't be pissed off to open their door at dawn and find a square, pitch-black urn staring right back at them?

The thing was sitting perfectly upright on his threshold.

As if to say: Surprised? Didn't see that coming, did you?

"What a damn stroke of bad luck!"

Lin Qing leaned against the creaking doorframe, continuing to curse and swear.

He scanned his surroundings.

The dirt road of Emperor Soul Village was completely empty; not even a chicken was out foraging for food.

Did the culprit run off?

Lin Qing scratched his head.

What kind of god-tier person had he offended?

He was just an orphan.

He had no kin in Emperor Soul Village, barely scraping by on a meal from one neighbor and a piece of clothing from another.

He was a decent kid in the village; who could he have possibly offended?

"Could it be Er Gouzi?"

Lin Qing stroked his chin, his eyes narrowing dangerously.

Er Gouzi was the precious son of Auntie Li next door, the same age as him.

As for their relationship, calling it "like fire and water" would be putting it politely.

In truth, the root of their conflict was ridiculously simple.

It was just that after Lin Qing was reborn into this world, he had inexplicably grown into a handsome little boy—a six-year-old with fair skin, large, bright sapphire eyes, and eyelashes long enough to hold a pair of chopsticks.

Every auntie and big sister in the village adored him.

The most obsessed of them all was Er Gouzi's older sister, ten-year-old Er Ni.

That girl treated him like a living doll, coming over every single day with new tricks, bringing him all sorts of food and clothes.

In Er Gouzi's own words: "Why does my sister dote on you so much?"

When, clearly, he was the one who was Er Ni's own flesh and blood.

Because of this, Er Gouzi was an eyesore to him in every possible way.

In the village, Er Gouzi was the most likely person to mess with him.

Lin Qing crouched down to carefully examine the urn on the threshold, his brows gradually knitting together.

"Er Gouzi might be a bit of a brute, but he wouldn't be this wicked."

That kid would, at most, sneak a few toads into his water vat.

Leaving an urn?

Such a malicious and underhanded tactic didn't seem like something a straight-shooter like Er Gouzi could come up with.

Suddenly, Lin Qing noticed that the black-and-white portrait painted on the front of the urn looked somewhat familiar.

Those brows, those eyes, that silhouette... they were identical to his own!

"This is me?!"

Lin Qing gasped, jumping back half a step in shock.

"Damn it! This is going too far!"

A chill rose in his heart.

If it were just a prank involving an empty urn, that would be one thing.

But having his own face printed on it moved this far beyond the realm of a simple prank.

Because this world was the 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 urn had actually been cursed, his six-year-old body wouldn't be able to handle it.

"No, I have to get rid of this immediately."

Lin Qing made a prompt decision.

Regardless of who did this, he had to toss this ominous thing away first.

He wrapped his small hand in his sleeve and reached cautiously toward the urn.

The moment his fingertips touched the icy surface of the box, an anomaly occurred!

[Ding! You have inherited the '6-year-old Lin Qing's' relic!]

Lin Qing stiffened.

"Who's talking???"

He looked around, completely bewildered.

The dirt road remained empty; there wasn't a soul in sight, not even a ghost.

So where did that voice come from?

"Damn, have I seen a ghost?"

Even though it was a midsummer morning, Lin Qing felt a chill shoot from the soles of his feet straight to his scalp.

He instinctively pulled his patched-up clothes tighter around himself.

But that chill was seeping out from the very marrow of his bones.

[Ding! Do you wish to receive the relic immediately?]

The eerie voice rang out again.

This time, Lin Qing was certain the sound hadn't entered through his ears, but had resonated directly inside his mind!

That made it even more terrifying!

"Gulp!"

Lin Qing swallowed hard.

An absurd yet exhilarating thought slammed into his mind.

"Could it be..."

His eyes gradually began to brighten.

"Is this my golden finger? Or perhaps a system?"

That was it!

How could he have forgotten about that!

He was a transmigrator, after all!

Although he had been reborn into this world for six years, living the life of a destitute orphan, wasn't a golden finger the standard equipment for any transmigrator?

A transmigrator's traditional craft could not be lost!

That said... this system that came with his own funeral portrait was just a bit too abstract.

"Is the way this golden finger of mine appeared a bit... unearthly?"

First an urn, then a funeral portrait, and it even claimed to be the relics of Lin Qing.

There was a bit of a twisted sense of humor at play here, sending a chill down his spine.

After a moment of hesitation.

Lin Qing still bent down to pick up the urn and turned to head into the house.

The urn was carefully placed by Lin Qing onto that dilapidated wooden table.

"Accept."

[Ding! You have accepted the relics. Please listen to the last words!]

The space before his eyes lit up without warning.

It wasn't the sunlight streaming in from outside, but light and shadow like a movie screen!

A clear image emerged within his eyes.

At the same time.

A calm, youthful voice with a faint echo began to resonate slowly in his mind.

[My name is Lin Qing.]

A face appeared in the image.

"!!!"

Lin Qing's breath hitched abruptly.

That face was exactly what Lin Qing looked like at the age of six!

[I am a reincarnated transmigrator.]

[Reborn into Douluo Continent, within a small village called Emperor Soul Village in the Heaven Dou Empire.]

The image shifted along with the narration.

The familiar dirt road, the familiar old locust tree, the familiar broken wooden house.

As the camera panned, Lin Qing even saw the hole in the corner of his own roof that always leaked when it rained.

"No way..."

Lin Qing muttered to himself, his voice trembling slightly.

"Such a coincidence?"

His heart skipped a beat, and a sense of foreboding washed over him.

The narration gave him no time to ponder.

[At six years old, I awakened my Martial Soul.]

In the image, the young "Lin Qing" stood in the square in the center of the village.

The Martial Soul Hall official in charge of the awakening held up the awakening stone.

As the light flared, a slit slowly cracked open in the center of the boy's forehead.

A deep, mysterious vertical pupil, as if containing the starry sky, slowly opened.

[Mental-type body Martial Soul "Heavenly Eye", Innate Soul Power level eight.]