Freeloader System! Bonded to Tang San! Awakening Twin Martial Souls: the Invisible Blue Silver Saint Emperor and the Sky-Shattering Hammer

When Huang Fei opened his eyes, the first thought that flashed through his mind was:

This damn bed is hard.

He lay on a crude wooden bed. Above him were mottled rafters, and the air was filled with the scent of plants and earth.

Sunlight slipped through the cracks in the wooden window, falling across the rough bedding.

Then, a flood of unfamiliar memories surged into his mind.

Holy Soul Village.

Martial Soul Awakening.

Six years old.

Huang Fei took a few seconds to process the information, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

He'd transmigrated.

He'd transmigrated to the Douluo Continent.

He knew this place. He'd read the novel countless times in his previous life. It was a factory line for mass-producing God Kings, and a cradle for cheaters.

And he, Huang Fei, was the son of an ordinary blacksmith's neighbor in Holy Soul Village.

Wait, a neighbor?

He carefully searched through his memories, and his eyes gradually lit up.

His family was separated from Tang San's by only a low wall.

Tang San's father, Tang Hao, was a blacksmith who drank all day and rarely bothered with his son.

Tang San had to take care of himself from a young age. And his neighbor, an orphan whose parents had both died, had it even worse—he didn't have anyone to look after him at all.

Two motherless children had naturally gravitated toward each other.

Tang San was the same age as him, but he was mature beyond his years and had looked after him like a younger brother since childhood.

He cooked two portions of every meal and took him along to gather herbs in the mountains. Even when Tang Hao scolded him, he'd come over to vent.

Leaning against the headboard, Huang Fei recalled the days when the two boys had raced around Holy Soul Village, and couldn't help laughing.

Tang San, oh, Tang San. The future God King was now just a friend in patched clothes who saved him a portion of food.

"Ding! Freeloader System successfully bonded."

Here it comes.

Huang Fei's spirits lifted. A translucent interface appeared before him.

"Detected an eligible bonding target in the host's current area: Tang San (male, six years old, innate full Soul Power, level 10, future potential: God King level)."

"Bonding rules: The host may choose one target to bond with. After bonding, the host's cultivation will always be 10 levels higher than the target's. For every level the target gains, the host automatically gains one level. Whenever the target breaks through a realm, the host automatically breaks through the same realm."

"Note: After bonding with a target, the host's cultivation cannot be increased through independent cultivation. It can only increase in sync with the target's levels."

Huang Fei read the rules twice, then sat straight up in bed.

Always ten levels higher than the target?

Wasn't this just leveling up while lying down?

Tang San cultivated, and he leveled up. Tang San fought monsters, and he leveled up. Tang San risked his life, and he leveled up.

He didn't have to do a thing, yet he'd always be ten levels above the future God King.

And the system had said he'd always be ten levels ahead, not that the lead was capped at ten.

The difference was fixed, eternal, and impossible to overcome.

Huang Fei took a deep breath. "He's the chosen son of the plane and the Asura God King's own son. Of course I'm bonding with him. Bond me to Tang San right now."

"Ding! Bonding successful. Current target cultivation: level 10. Host's current cultivation: level 20."

As soon as the system spoke, Huang Fei felt a warm force well up from deep inside him, as though something within his body had awakened.

He instinctively raised his right hand. A pale blue glow gathered in his palm.

A Martial Soul.

A stalk of Blue Silver Grass.

It was an ordinary stalk of Blue Silver Grass, exactly like the one Tang San had awakened.

No, on closer inspection, it was just a little different.

His Blue Silver Grass had slightly broader leaves, a thicker stem, and a brighter color.

If Tang San's Blue Silver Grass was a newly sprouted seedling, his was like a... robust little plant that had been growing for several days.

But that was all.

No golden light, no strange spectacle. Just an ordinary stalk of grass that no one would give a second glance if they saw it by the roadside.

"Ding! Host's Martial Soul detected: Blue Silver Grass (unawakened). Target Tang San's Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass (unawakened). At the current stage, Martial Soul quality is equal."

"Hidden information: The host's Martial Soul possesses the bloodline of the Blue Silver Saint Emperor, which has not yet awakened. Once the target Tang San awakens the bloodline of the Blue Silver Emperor, the host's bloodline will awaken in sync as the Blue Silver Saint Emperor. At that point, the quality of the host's Martial Soul will surpass the target's in every way."

Looking at the harmless little plant in his palm, Huang Fei fell into thought.

The Blue Silver Saint Emperor bloodline, but it hadn't awakened yet.

He'd have to wait until Tang San went to the Blue Silver Forest and awakened the Blue Silver Emperor before he could awaken, too.

Until then, his Martial Soul looked no different from Tang San's.

At most, his grass was a little sturdier.

That worked, too. Keep a low profile, quietly grow stronger, and rake in the benefits.

He tried channeling the Soul Power in his body. The Mysterious Heaven Skill's circulation route appeared naturally in his mind, and it was more than twice as fast as the version Tang San cultivated.

"Ding! Host's cultivation technique detected: Mysterious Heaven Skill (mastered). Target Tang San's Mysterious Heaven Skill cultivation is at the minor mastery stage. The host's technique realm is superior to the target's in every way."

Huang Fei couldn't help laughing aloud.

Tang San had cultivated the Tang Sect Secret Arts since childhood, but he'd gone straight to mastery.

It felt like you'd worked yourself to the bone, saved up, and bought a house, only for the neighbor next door to do nothing and inherit three houses because he'd "been born lucky."

Unfair?

Of course it was unfair.

But what could you expect? He was a transmigrator with a system.

"Ding! Host's Second Martial Soul detected: Sky-Shattering Hammer. Target Tang San's Second Martial Soul: Clear Sky Hammer. The host's Martial Soul quality is superior to the target's in every way."

Huang Fei glanced down at his left hand. A small, pitch-black hammer hovered in his palm, its surface etched with fine patterns. It looked fiercer and more imposing than the Clear Sky Hammer he remembered.

It looked impressive at first glance.

Why else would it be called the Sky-Shattering Hammer?

As if the name were a joke?

He could now obtain four Soul Rings immediately.

Two for the Blue Silver Grass, and two for the Sky-Shattering Hammer.

Huang Fei put away his Martial Souls, flopped back onto the bed, and stared at the ceiling, seriously considering a question.

So why the hell should he cultivate?

Cultivation was exhausting.

Tang San had started cultivating the Mysterious Heaven Skill at six. Every day, he woke before dawn to meditate, year after year.

And him?

All he had to do was make sure Tang San stayed alive.

As long as Tang San lived, he'd grow stronger.

As Tang San grew stronger, he'd grow even stronger.

Wasn't he the legendary human-shaped accessory?

No, the human-shaped ceiling.

Tang San would struggle beneath the ceiling, leaping desperately to reach it, while he lay on top of it, sipping tea.

Huang Fei rolled over and closed his eyes comfortably.

"I'll take a nap first. I'm only level 20, after all. I'm still a long way from becoming a Titled Douluo. Tang San can take his time training. I'm in no hurry."

He slept until the sun was high in the sky.

A knock at the door woke him.

"Huang Fei! Huang Fei! Get up and eat!"

A familiar voice.

Huang Fei rubbed his eyes and opened the door. A stocky little boy stood outside, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, his skin tanned dark. He held a bowl of steaming sweet potato rice.

Tang San.

Six-year-old Tang San was a little shorter than Huang Fei remembered, but there was already a hint of steadiness in his eyes.

He glanced at Huang Fei's messy hair, then slipped inside with practiced ease and set the bowl on the table.

"Sleeping in again. Old Jack said someone from Spirit Hall is coming today to awaken the Martial Souls. All the six-year-old children in the village have to gather at the entrance."

As he spoke, Tang San casually righted the shoes Huang Fei had knocked over. "Hurry up and eat. We'll go together when you're done."

Watching Tang San tidy up after him as though it were second nature, Huang Fei felt a faint warmth in his heart.

One orphan with neither parent and one half-orphan with a father but no mother—Tang Hao ignored him, so there wasn't much difference between his situation and being an orphan.

They'd spent three years looking out for each other across that low wall.

Tang San had always taken care of him like a little grown-up.

He cooked two portions of every meal and took him along to gather herbs in the mountains. Even when Huang Fei fell sick with a fever, Tang San had climbed over the wall in the middle of the night to look after him.

The future God King was just a child right now, too.

These were all memories of the original owner.

They probably hadn't been in the original story.

Maybe it had something to do with the butterfly effect caused by his transmigration.

That had to be it: the butterfly effect.

This was a genuine fantasy world, after all. Anything could happen.