—Douluo Continent, Spirit City.
A luxurious residence stood in the heart of Spirit City. Three large characters were engraved on the plaque above its gate:
[The Murong Mansion]
At that moment, a cavalry unit clad head to toe in black armor stood guard outside the Murong Mansion. Each soldier rode a Black Flame Horse and held a Demon Brake Spear. They were covered in black armor from head to toe, and even their horses wore armor. The troops stood in perfect order.
Though there were only a few hundred of them, they exuded a dense aura of bloodlust. Every man and horse breathed in unison. Their defenses were tight—a true pack of wolves and tigers.
At their head, a man clad in black armor adorned with nine dragons and wearing a black dragon cloak swung down from his horse. He tossed his spear to his deputy, then quickly removed his helmet. Beneath the mask, he had sharp, star-bright eyes, flowing black hair, and a handsome, resolute face. Yet his expression was filled with anxiety.
He casually tossed his mask to a gate guard and rushed into the Murong Mansion without looking back. The rest of the cavalry remained motionless, keeping watch outside.
In the mansion's rear courtyard, several dozen servants waited outside a room, carrying basins of warm water and towels. More than a dozen healing-type Soul Masters stood ready nearby.
Inside, a woman lay on the bed, drenched in sweat, her face contorted with pain. Three or four midwives stood beside her, wiping her brow and urging her on.
"Madam, push!"
"Take a deep breath, a deep breath..."
"Come on, madam!!"
"..."
Outside the room, a silver-haired elder in a black robe paced back and forth, his expression stern. Nearby, a dignified, kindly-looking old woman sat on a stone chair, clutching a handkerchief in one hand and leaning on a dragon-headed cane with the other.
Hearing the sounds from inside, the white-haired elder grew increasingly anxious. He roared furiously:
"Has that unfilial brat come back yet?!"
A middle-aged man stepped forward and cupped his hands.
"Master, the head of the family..."
"Xianyun! Xianyun!!"
The middle-aged man had only gotten halfway through his sentence when the armored man came rushing in, calling out anxiously:
"How is she... I'm here!"
Seeing him, the elder strode forward in a fury and smacked him on the back of the head.
"You good-for-nothing! Your child's about to be born, and you still took your sweet time coming back! I'll beat you to death, you little bastard!!!"
"No, Father, listen to me! There was so much to deal with in the army. I rushed back on horseback the moment I finished!"
Hearing the man make excuses, the elder immediately launched into a tirade.
"You still dare talk back? Your mother—"
At the elder's words, the old woman beside him was at a loss for words.
"Ahem. Enough. You two, stand over there and behave. If you disturb Xianyun, I won't forgive you!"
At that, father and son immediately fell silent and hurried to stand aside, waiting quietly. About the time it took an incense stick to burn, a loud baby's cry rang out from the room.
"Waaah! Waaah!"
The baby was born!!!
They hurried to the door. The old woman rose and went over as well.
The door opened, and a midwife emerged carrying a baby wrapped in golden-red swaddling. She hurriedly offered her congratulations.
"Congratulations, Master, Madam, and Head of the Family. Your wife has given birth to a young master."
The old woman handed her cane to a nearby maid, then stepped forward and carefully took the baby from the midwife.
Inside the swaddling, a chubby little baby peered out with half-open eyes, like a pearl wrapped in moonlight. Wrapped in golden-white cloth, he showed only his rosy cheeks. He was utterly adorable.
The sight melted everyone's heart. The old madam murmured:
"Oh, my eldest grandson! My darling eldest grandson!"
The black-armored man was just as delighted by the baby in the swaddling. He opened his mouth.
"Son, here, here..."
Everyone present froze at the sound of his voice.
In an instant, two murderous glares turned toward him. The elder beside him grabbed him by the ear and dragged him aside.
"Your mother—! Are you trying to call a dog? Get out of my sight! Go check on Xianyun!"
The black-armored man pursed his lips, glanced at the baby, then turned and went into the room.
The elder straightened his clothes, stepped forward, and reached out to tease the baby.
"My eldest grandson, here, here..."
Everyone: ...
—Six years later.
"Here, here..."
The white-haired elder led a one-meter-tall black dog down the street, chuckling as he said:
"Grandson, back in my day, your grandpa..."
A dainty little boy sat on the big black dog's back. His cheeks were round, and his large, watery eyes looked curiously at everything around him. Hearing the old man, the boy covered his ears.
"Grandpa, you've told me this dozens of times already..."
The boy's name was Murong Huai. In his previous life, he had been an outstanding young man from Blue Star, the national science-track top scorer, and a passionate researcher.
At the time, he had been reading The Divine Throne. The terrifyingly powerful God of Heavenly Punishment, Austin Griffin, had held all creation in awe, and Murong Huai had admired him immensely. He took a deep breath and made up his mind.
Then he packed his things and headed out to work. On the way, he stopped to tie his shoelace. When he looked up, a heavy truck was speeding straight toward him. Behind him was a Lion's Tooth, while a taxi and a road roller came from his left and right.
With four buffs stacked against him, he'd still had a sliver of hope—until a bolt from the blue, a tiny streak of lightning, snuffed out his fragile life. Before he died, he faintly heard a few voices.
"Damn, is everything so competitive these days?!"
"I'm not going to hit my quota again this year!"
"Ah..."
When he opened his eyes again, Murong Huai found himself in Douluo Continent, the novel he had read before The Divine Throne. He'd been puzzled by it for quite some time...
But Murong Huai seemed to have transmigrated too early, decades before the story of Douluo I began. The current Spirit Hall pope was Qian Daoliu, a Peak Douluo with a strength of level ninety-seven.
Qian Xunji was not even thirty yet and hadn't become a Titled Douluo. As for Tang San, he wasn't even born. Over the past six years, Murong Huai had heard plenty of news.
Tang Hao, grandson of Clear Sky Sect leader Tang Chen, had awakened Innate Full Soul Power.
Ning Fengzhi, son of Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect leader Ning Tianyun, had awakened the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda with Innate Soul Power of level eight and a half.
Yu Xiaogang, son of Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan leader Yu Yuanzhen, had awakened a Trash Martial Soul with Innate Soul Power of less than half a level.
Fortunately, Murong Huai had been incredibly lucky in this life. He had a family, and a powerful background.
His grandfather was the Third Offering of the Spirit Hall's Worship Hall, Murong Chayue. His Martial Soul was the Demonic Flame Heavenly Dragon, and his title was Heavenly Dragon Douluo. He was a Peak Douluo at level ninety-seven.
His grandmother was the Second Elder of the Spirit Hall's Elder Hall, Xiao Qingmei. Her Martial Soul was the Immortal Wing Flying Dragon, and her title was Immortal Dragon Douluo. She was a Super Douluo at level ninety-five.
His father was Marshal of the hundreds of thousands of troops under Spirit Hall, Murong Fuhai. His Martial Soul was the Demonic Flame Heavenly Dragon, and his title was Demon Dragon Douluo. He was a Titled Douluo at level ninety-three and, with Murong Chayue's help, had obtained a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring.
His mother was one of Spirit Hall's Platinum Bishops and the head of the Sacred Hall, Wu Xianyun. Her Martial Soul was the Nine Profound Sword, and she was a Soul Douluo at level eighty-three.
When Murong Huai learned all this, what could he even say? He had no idea why a family that had never been mentioned in the original story existed, but so what?
He was practically invincible...
Even Zhao Kai could only say when he saw this:
"Now that's what I call a lucky birth!!!"
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