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

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

This bed board is rock hard.

He was lying on a crude wooden bed, staring up at mottled rafters, the air thick with the scent of grass and damp earth.

Sunlight leaked through the gaps in the wooden window, landing on the rough bedding.

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

Holy Soul Village.

Spirit Awakening.

Six years old.

Huang Fei took a few seconds to digest this information, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled upward.

He had transmigrated.

He had transmigrated to Douluo Continent.

He knew this place; he had read the novel countless times in his past life. It was a mass-production line for God Kings and a cradle for cheaters.

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

Wait, neighbor?

He carefully sifted through his memories, and his eyes gradually brightened.

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

Tang San's father, Tang Hao, was a blacksmith who spent his days drinking and rarely paid any mind to his child.

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

Two motherless children naturally gravitated toward each other.

Tang San was the same age as him, but mature for his years, treating him like a younger brother since they were small.

He would cook two portions, take him along to pick herbs on the mountain, and even come over to vent whenever he got scolded by Tang Hao.

Huang Fei leaned against the headboard, recalling the days the two children spent running wild through Holy Soul Village, and couldn't help but chuckle.

Tang San, oh Tang San, the future God King, was currently just a friend in patched clothes who would save food for him.

"Ding! Freeloader System binding successful."

It was here.

Huang Fei felt a surge of energy, and a translucent interface floated before his eyes.

"Detected a bindable target in the host's current area: Tang San (Male, six years old, innate full spirit power level 10, future potential: God King level)."

"Binding Rules: The host may select one target to bind. After binding, 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. For every realm the target breaks through, the host automatically breaks through to the same realm."

"Note: After binding a target, the host's cultivation cannot be improved through self-cultivation; it can only be synchronized through the target's leveling."

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

Always 10 levels higher than the target?

Isn't this just leveling up while lying down?

Tang San cultivates, he levels up; Tang San fights monsters, he levels up; Tang San risks his life, he levels up.

He didn't have to do a thing to remain forever 10 levels above the future God King.

Moreover, the system said "always" 10 levels higher, not "at most" 10 levels higher.

The gap was fixed, eternal, and insurmountable.

Huang Fei took a deep breath: "This is the Son of the Plane, the biological son of Asura, the God King. I have to bind him. Bind Tang San for me immediately."

"Ding! Binding successful. Current target cultivation: Level 10. Host current cultivation: Level 20."

As the words faded, Huang Fei felt a warm power surge from the depths of his body, as if something within him had awakened.

He instinctively raised his right hand, and a pale blue halo condensed in his palm.

A Spirit.

A stalk of Blue Silver Grass.

Ordinary, plain Blue Silver Grass, exactly the same as the one Tang San would awaken.

No, if he looked closely, there was a tiny difference.

His Blue Silver Grass had broader, thicker leaves, a sturdier stalk, and a more vibrant color.

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

But that was all.

No golden light, no strange phenomena; it was just a common, ordinary piece of grass that no one would look at twice on the side of the road.

"Ding! Detected host Spirit: Blue Silver Grass (Unawakened). Target Tang San's Spirit is Blue Silver Grass (Unawakened); current Spirit quality is equal."

"Hidden Information: The host's Spirit possesses the 'Blue Silver Saint Emperor' bloodline, currently unawakened. Once target Tang San awakens the 'Blue Silver Emperor' bloodline, the host's bloodline will simultaneously awaken as the 'Blue Silver Saint Emperor,' at which point the Spirit quality will comprehensively surpass the target's."

Huang Fei looked at the harmless little blade of grass in his palm, lost in thought.

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

He has to wait for Tang San to go to the Blue Silver Forest and awaken the Blue Silver Emperor before he can awaken his own.

Before that, his martial soul looks no different from Tang San's.

At most, his grass grows a bit sturdier.

That works too; keep a low profile, develop steadily, and make a fortune in silence.

He tried to circulate the soul power within his body, and the circulation path of the Mysterious Heaven Skill appeared in his mind naturally, more than twice as fast as the version Tang San practiced.

"Ding! Detected host technique: Mysterious Heaven Skill (Great Success). Target Tang San's Mysterious Heaven Skill cultivation is at Minor Success; host's technique realm is comprehensively superior to the target."

Huang Fei couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Tang Sect ultimate arts—Tang San has practiced them since he was a child, yet he started at Great Success.

This feeling is like working hard to save money for a house, only to find the neighbor next door did nothing but "was born well" and inherited three houses.

Unfair?

Of course it's unfair.

But who told him he's a transmigrator with a system?

"Ding! Detected host's second martial soul: Sky-Shattering Hammer. Target Tang San's second martial soul is the Clear Sky Hammer; host's martial soul quality is comprehensively superior to the target."

Huang Fei looked down at his left hand. A small, ink-black hammer hovered in his palm, its surface carved with intricate patterns, possessing a bit more sharpness and ferocity than the Clear Sky Hammer in his memories.

It looks badass at a glance.

Otherwise, why call it Sky-Shattering?

Did you think it was a joke?

Now he can directly obtain four soul rings.

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

Huang Fei retracted his martial soul, lay back on the bed, stared at the ceiling, and began to seriously consider a question.

Then why the hell should he even practice?

Cultivation is so tiring.

Tang San started practicing the Mysterious Heaven Skill at six, getting up before dawn every day to meditate, day after day, year after year.

And him?

He just needs to ensure Tang San stays alive.

If Tang San lives, he gets stronger.

If Tang San gets stronger, he gets even stronger.

Isn't this the legendary human-shaped cheat?

No, it's a human-shaped ceiling.

Tang San is jumping desperately beneath the ceiling, while he is lying on the ceiling drinking tea.

Huang Fei rolled over and closed his eyes comfortably.

"Sleep first. Anyway, I'm only at level twenty, and I'm still a long way from being a Titled Douluo. Let Tang San practice slowly; I'm in no rush."

He slept until the sun was high in the sky.

He was woken up by a knock on the door.

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

A familiar voice.

Huang Fei rubbed his eyes and opened the door. Standing there was a boy with a tiger-headed, brainy look, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and skin tanned dark by the sun, holding a bowl of steaming sweet potato rice.

Tang San.

The six-year-old Tang San was a bit shorter than in his memories, but those eyes already held a hint of composure.

He glanced at Huang Fei's messy hair, skillfully squeezed through the door, and placed the bowl on the table.

"Sleeping in again. Old Jack said today that people from the Martial Soul Hall are coming, and all the six-year-old children in the village are to gather at the village entrance."

As Tang San spoke, he reached out to straighten the shoes Huang Fei had kicked over. "Eat quickly, and we'll go together when you're done."

Huang Fei watched Tang San naturally tidying up his room, feeling a slight warmth in his heart.

An orphan without parents, and a semi-orphan with a father who ignores him—Tang Hao not caring for him is really no different from having no father at all.

Separated by a low wall, three years of looking out for each other.

Tang San had taken care of him like a little adult since they were small.

He cooked two portions, brought him along to pick herbs on the mountain, and even when he had a fever, it was Tang San who climbed over the wall in the middle of the night to look after him.

This future God King is, for now, nothing more than a child.

These are all memories belonging to the original body.

They shouldn't have been in the original work.

It likely has something to do with the butterfly effect caused by his transmigration.

That's right, the butterfly effect.

This is a genuine fantasy world, after all; anything can happen here.