Crossing into Holy Soul Village

Douluo Star, Douluo Continent, Fasinuo Province, Holy Soul Village.

Wang Xiaofei was a six-year-old boy who sat boredly outside his home, waiting for his grandfather, Old Jack, to return. Before long, Old Jack came back.

"Xiaofei, we have something tasty today. Guess what I bought?"

When he opened the package, he found a roast chicken inside. Xiaofei immediately began to drool.

Actually, Xiaofei was an orphan. Four years ago, both of his parents had died. His father had gone into the mountains to hunt and then disappeared, never returning. His mother had waited for him anxiously until she died of grief less than half a year later. Before her death, she entrusted Xiaofei to Old Jack. Seeing how lonely and helpless Xiaofei was, Old Jack adopted Wang Xiaofei. Now, the two of them depended on each other for survival.

What no one knew was that Wang Xiaofei was actually a transmigrator. He had been nearly thirty years old and had accomplished nothing. That day, he had been watching a movie in his dormitory when he got excited and kicked a hot-water kettle flying. When he woke up, he had already arrived in this world.

At first, he did not know where he was. Then, one day, he saw someone hoeing the ground when, suddenly, a phantom hoe appeared in the person's left hand, making the digging speed incredibly fast. It looked somewhat familiar. Someone else directly manifested a sickle and cut grass at lightning speed. Xiaofei began to feel that he had somehow entered a fantasy world.

Until one day, when he went into the city with Old Jack, he saw two people fighting. One of them transformed into a bear, while the other wielded a kitchen knife. Each of them had a white ring around their body. Only then did Xiaofei understand that he had probably transmigrated into Douluo Continent.

Xiaofei had loved reading this novel, and he had followed the anime episode by episode as well. At first, he had found it thrilling and exciting. But when he watched the novel again, he felt that many things made no sense. Tang Buddha had endless cheat abilities, the villains kept getting dumber, and many aspects of human nature became more terrifying the more carefully he thought about them.

Spirit Hall and the two great empires represented two different classes and two different ideologies. Yet in this fantasy world, the aristocratic class ultimately won. Many of the ideas involved also seemed extremely backward.

As a transmigrator, what Xiaofei cared about most now was the Martial Soul and Innate Soul Power he would awaken. Everyone knew that Douluo Continent was the sewer of fantasy worlds, and it could also be called the continent of bloodlines. As a commoner, one had no value as a human being. Soul Masters could be called nobles, while commoners might not even be worth as much as grass.

Xiaofei had also read many fanfiction stories. In them, people would steal Xiao Wu away, punch Tang Hao, kick Tang San, hold Little Kitten in their left arm, embrace Little Witch with their right, marry Little Angel, and flirt with their mothers-in-law.

But after living here for several years, Xiaofei understood that the gap between people on Douluo Continent was sometimes even greater than the gap between a person and a dog. Take the simplest example of stealing Xiao Wu away. He probably would not even have started before Tang Hao crushed him to death with a single hammer. As for the others, without absolute talent and strength far beyond that of his peers, they probably would not even give him a second glance.

Had anyone seen how Ning Fengzhi of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was Qian Renxue's teacher? Usually, they acted as though they shared a deep bond between teacher and student, and Ning Fengzhi had taught Qian Renxue many things. Yet in the blink of an eye, he stabbed her in the back. While forty percent of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's members were away on business, he sent ten thousand soldiers to surround and trap the entire sect. Considering the sect's personnel and intelligence, and how Spirit Hall's forces had entered the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and completed the encirclement without being discovered, it could not have been done without Qian Renxue's planning.

As for the others, each one was probably more difficult to deal with than the last. The relatively easier one to handle might be Ning Rongrong, since she had the least social experience of them all.

If he wanted to achieve even the slightest success on Douluo Continent, he had to work endlessly.

Thus, starting at the age of four, Xiaofei began training himself. In his previous life, he had no experience in martial arts, nor had he come from a wuxia world like Tang Buddha. He knew nothing about internal energy or anything of the sort, so he could only do simple physical exercises. Running, frog jumps, push-ups, sit-ups, and other exercises from his previous life's fitness routines were all part of his training. From time to time, Xiaofei also took a bow and arrows to the nearby hills to hunt wild rabbits, pheasants, and the like. In Xiaofei's view, eating well and exercising more were the only ways to make his body stronger. Old Jack supported him wholeheartedly in this.

Moreover, as the village chief, Old Jack lived relatively well, and he occasionally brought Xiaofei roast chicken, pork, and other foods. In short, Xiaofei probably had the best meals in all of Holy Soul Village.

As a result, among the children his age, Xiaofei was clearly half a head taller than the others and much sturdier as well.

Xiaofei had not never considered befriending Tang San, who lived in the same village. However, he always felt that Tang San seemed very resistant to interacting with others. He kept a cold expression on his face all day and did not resemble a six-year-old child at all. Tang San also liked running to the mountain behind the village, and following him rashly might invite disaster. Besides, Tang Hao was still living in the village.

Xiaofei had considered practicing with swords, spears, staffs, and the like, but after thinking it over carefully, he realized he knew nothing about any of those weapons. The only thing he understood a little was probably boxing or kickboxing. He could just set up a punching bag and hit it, which was relatively convenient. He seemed to need to spend some time hitting the punching bag every day. What he looked forward to most was the Martial Soul Awakening.

That day, Old Jack said to Xiaofei, "Xiaofei, in three days, Master Su Yuntao from Spirit Hall will come to perform the Martial Soul Awakening for us. Pay attention to your mental state. Don't tire yourself out, and don't injure yourself either." Afterward, Old Jack took Xiaofei around to notify every family in the village that had children of the same age.

Xiaofei had been extremely nervous these past few days, afraid that he would awaken an exceptionally poor Martial Soul or have no Innate Soul Power. If that happened, he could only stay in the village and farm.

Old Jack did not take it very seriously. He said that if Xiaofei failed to awaken Soul Power, he could stay in the village and inherit his position as village chief. The thought made Xiaofei laugh bitterly. A dignified transmigrator becoming the chief of Holy Soul Village was simply an embarrassment to all transmigrators.