Soul Transmigration to Douluo, Murong Huai.

Douluo Continent, Martial Soul City.

A luxurious mansion sat in the central district of Martial Soul City, with three large characters carved into the plaque above the main gate:

[Murong Mansion]

Outside the Murong Mansion at this moment, a troop of cavalry clad in black armor stood guard. Each soldier sat atop a Black Flame Horse, wielding a Demon Brake Spear. From head to toe, they were covered in black armor, and even their warhorses were draped in protective plating. They were orderly and disciplined.

Though there were only a few hundred of them, they exuded an incredibly dense aura of blood and slaughter. The breathing of every man and every horse was perfectly synchronized. They were a strictly guarded, formidable force of tigers and wolves.

The man leading them, dressed in nine-dragon black armor and wearing a black dragon cloak, vaulted off his horse. He tossed his long spear to his deputy, then quickly removed his helmet. Beneath the mask was a face with sword-like brows and star-bright eyes, his black hair flowing freely. His expression was resolute and handsome, yet filled with anxiety.

He tossed his mask to a guard at the gate and ran into the Murong Mansion without looking back. The remaining cavalry stood motionless on guard outside.

Inside the Murong Mansion, in the backyard outside a room, dozens of servants held basins of warm water and towels, while over a dozen healing-type soul masters stood by, ready to act at any moment.

Inside the room, a woman lay on the bed, drenched in sweat, her face twisted in pain. Three or four midwives waited by the bedside, wiping her sweat while guiding her:

"Madam, push!"

"Deep breaths, deep breaths..."

"Keep going, Madam!!"

"..."

Outside the door, an old man with a full head of silver hair, a dignified face, and a black robe paced back and forth nervously. Beside him, a dignified and kind-faced old woman sat on a stone chair, clutching a handkerchief in one hand and leaning on a dragon-headed cane with the other.

Listening to the sounds from inside the room, the white-haired old man grew extremely anxious and roared in anger:

"Has that unfilial son returned yet?!"

A middle-aged man stepped forward and bowed:

"Master, the Patriarch is..."

"Xianyun, Xianyun!!"

Before the middle-aged man could finish, the man in armor ran in, shouting anxiously:

"How is it... damn it!"

Seeing this, the old man marched up in a rage and slapped the man on the back of his head.

"You bastard, your child is about to be born and you only just returned! I'll beat you to death, you wretch!!!"

"No, Dad, listen to me! Military affairs were busy, I rushed back as fast as I could the moment I finished!"

Hearing the man's excuses, the old man cursed loudly:

"Still daring to talk back, your mother's—"

Hearing the old man's words, the old woman to the side had black lines running down her forehead.

"Cough, enough. Both of you, stay to the side and behave. If you disturb Xianyun, I won't spare either of you!"

At these words, the father and son immediately extinguished their fire and stood to the side, waiting quietly. After about the time it takes to burn an incense stick, a baby's cry rang out from the room, loud and clear.

"Waa, waa, waa—"

It was born!!!

The group hurried to the door, and the old woman also stood up and walked over.

The door opened, and a midwife walked out holding a gold-red swaddling cloth, quickly offering her congratulations:

"Congratulations to the Master, the Old Madam, and the Patriarch. The Madam has given birth to a young master."

Hearing this, the old woman handed her cane to a maid and hurried forward, carefully taking the bundle from the midwife's arms.

Inside the swaddling cloth, a chubby little fellow had his eyes slightly open. He looked like a pearl wrapped in moonlight, tucked into gold-white cotton, with only his pink, chubby cheeks exposed. He was incredibly cute.

Seeing this, everyone's hearts melted. The Old Madam whispered:

"Oh my, my big grandson, my big grandson!"

The black-armored man saw the child in the swaddling cloth and was overjoyed. He opened his mouth:

"Son, tsk tsk tsk..."

Hearing the black-armored man's sound, everyone present froze.

In an instant, two murderous glares shot over. The old man grabbed him by the ear and dragged him to the side.

"Your mother's—are you teasing a dog? Get the hell out of here and go into the room to check on Xianyun!"

Seeing this, the black-armored man curled his lips, glanced at the child, and turned to walk into the room.

The old man straightened his clothes, stepped forward, and reached out to tease the child.

"Big grandson, tsk tsk tsk..."

Everyone: ...

Six years later.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

The white-haired old man led a one-meter-tall black dog as he walked down the street, chuckling as he spoke:

"My dear grandson, back in the day, your grandfather..."

Sitting atop the black dog was a little boy carved from jade, his round face and large, watery eyes looking around with curiosity. Hearing the old man's words, the boy covered his ears.

"Grandpa, you've told these stories dozens of times already..."

The little boy's name was Murong Huai. He was originally an outstanding young man from Blue Star, a national top scorer in science, and a passionate researcher.

At the time, he was binge-reading Divine Throne of Primordial Blood, captivated by the terrifying and powerful God of Heavenly Punishment, Austin Griffin, whose might suppressed all living things. Deeply yearning for such power, he took a deep breath and made up his mind.

He packed his things and headed out for work. On the way, he bent down to tie his shoelaces. When he looked up, a heavy-duty truck was barreling toward him, flanked by a Lion's Tooth on one side and a taxi and a steamroller on the other.

With this quadruple buff stacked, he was granted a sliver of hope, but a bolt of lightning from a clear sky struck down, snatching away his fragile life. Before he died, he faintly heard a few voices:

"Damn, is it this competitive these days?!"

"I'm not going to hit my performance quota again this year!"

"Oh my..."

When he opened his eyes again, Murong Huai found that he had arrived in the world of the last novel he had read, Douluo Continent. He was confused about this for quite some time...

However, it seemed Murong Huai had transmigrated too early, decades before the start of the main plot. The current Pope of Martial Soul Hall was Qian Daoliu, who possessed the strength of a level 97 peak Douluo.

Qian Xunji was not even thirty years old yet and had not attained a Douluo title. As for Tang San, he wasn't even a glimmer in anyone's eye. Over these six years, he had heard plenty of news.

Tang Chen, the Sect Master of the Clear Sky Sect, had a grandson named Tang Hao who had awakened Innate Full Soul Power.

Ning Tianyun, the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, had a son named Ning Fengzhi who awakened the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda with an Innate Soul Power of eight and a half levels.

Yu Yuanzhen, the patriarch of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon family, had a son named Yu Xiaogang who awakened a trash martial soul with less than half a level of Innate Soul Power.

Fortunately, Murong Huai was incredibly lucky. In this life, he had family and a powerful background.

His grandfather was the Third Elder of the Worship Hall in the current Martial Soul Hall, Murong Chayue, whose martial soul was the Demonic Flame Heavenly Dragon. He held the title of Heavenly Dragon Douluo and possessed the strength of a level 97 peak Douluo.

His grandmother was the Second Elder of the Elder Hall, Xiao Qingmei, whose martial soul was the Immortal Wing Flying Dragon. She held the title of Immortal Dragon Douluo and was a level 95 Super Douluo.

His father was the Marshal in charge of hundreds of thousands of troops in Martial Soul Hall, Murong Fuhai. His martial soul was the Demonic Flame Heavenly Dragon, and he held the title of Demon Dragon Douluo. He was a level 93 Title Douluo who, with the help of Murong Chayue, had obtained a 100,000-year soul ring.

His mother was one of the Platinum Bishops of Martial Soul Hall and the Palace Master of the Martial Soul Temple, Wu Xianyun, whose martial soul was the Nine Profound Sword. She was a level 83 Soul Douluo.

After learning all this, what could Murong Huai say? What was there to say? Although he didn't know why a family not mentioned in the original work existed, so what?

He was basically invincible...

Even Zhao Kai could only say upon seeing this:

"This reincarnation is truly, truly excellent!!!"