Transmigrating to Douluo, Landing in Holy (God) Soul Village

Fasnuo Province, Heaven Dou Empire.

God Soul Village...

Though it has since been renamed God Soul Village.

Because a god was once born here.

Great God King Tang, the Sea God who ascended ten thousand years ago, walked out from this very place.

Sigh! Starting in God Soul Village in Nuoding City, with a village chief also named Old Jack, how did I end up crossing over ten thousand years into the future?

Not only is there Great God King Tang's ten-thousand-year grand plan and his dog-training scheme! There are also Evil Soul Master running rampant everywhere; how is a person supposed to survive this!

I don't even know if I have a golden finger. If I don't, I guess being an ordinary person wouldn't be so bad!

While the farmers were still busy toiling for their livelihoods.

On the hillside behind God Soul Village, a young boy lay on the Blue Silver Grass, looking up at the sky, sighing and muttering strange words.

Fang Le, a transmigrator from Blue Star, was playing Minecraft alone at home one day when a bolt of lightning struck him and sent him across time.

Then, he arrived on the Douluo Continent in a daze.

Whether it was a physical transmigration, Fang Le wasn't entirely sure, but his current appearance was identical to how he looked as a child before he crossed over.

Even the position of his birthmark was the same.

This made him very worried about whether he would be able to awaken a martial soul.

Although he said it would be nice to be an ordinary person.

The truth was, coming to such an extraordinary world and being unable to cultivate would be more painful than being grounded!

So, in order to awaken a martial soul, he had shown a rare persistence, putting in the same effort he used to use for his college entrance exam sprints.

He ran up and down the mountain day after day to exercise and strengthen his body, hoping to awaken soul power.

"Xiao Le, I was wondering why I couldn't find you anywhere?! The Lord Soul Master has arrived early! Stop lying there, hurry and come with me. What will we do if the Lord Soul Master gets impatient waiting?"

However, just as Fang Le was lost in thought, an aged voice accompanied by slight wheezing sounded from behind him.

It was filled with urgency and concern; it was none other than Village Chief Old Jack, who was also his grandfather in this life.

That's right, even after ten thousand years and the renaming of the village to God Soul Village, the village chief was still Old Jack.

It was precisely because Old Jack had gone out for a stroll one day that he found the infant Fang Le and took him in.

He had raised him with great care, allowing him to grow up.

Otherwise, given Fang Le's infant body after transmigration, if any soul beast had popped out in that wilderness, he would have had to consider whether he could transmigrate again after death, or perhaps compete for the record of the fastest death among transmigrators.

"Grandpa, why did you come yourself? I would have come down the mountain on my own after I finished exercising. Don't you trust me? The mountain path is so steep, what if you fall?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Fang Le quickly stood up and ran over to help the old man.

"It's because you brat are always running around, and the Lord Soul Master arrived early! How could I not come to get you?

Old man that I am, I'm just counting on you to awaken a good martial soul and restore the prestige of our God Soul Village!"

The old man said as he pulled Fang Le down the mountain.

This little rascal had never put anyone's mind at ease since the day he was picked up.

The first two years were fine; he was well-behaved and obedient.

But the older he got, the more restless he became.

Running up and down the mountain every day, claiming that exercising would increase the chances of awakening soul power—he didn't say much about that.

It was good for a child to be energetic, and his body was getting sturdier by the day; who knew, perhaps his God Soul Village could produce another great soul master.

But Fang Le was clearly not the type to stay quiet. Two days ago, he had been tinkering with something called medicine, not only getting himself covered in soot.

He had nearly set the house on fire, which made Old Jack so angry he grabbed his cane and chased him all over the place.

"Early? Didn't they say they wouldn't arrive until tomorrow!? Damn it! I haven't even bathed, changed, or prayed yet!"

Hearing Old Jack's words, Fang Le was shocked.

"That's right! I told you to rest these past few days; the time the Lord Soul Master arrives is never set in stone.

You little rascal, you just finished exercising and your body is a bit drained; I hope that doesn't directly affect your martial soul awakening!"

The old man looked at his grandson, who was supporting him, and said with a worried expression.

He understood all too well just how much his grandson wanted to awaken soul power.

Every day, he would train himself to the point of exhaustion, and it pained the old man to watch.

But now that they were at the final hurdle, sigh, they could only leave it to fate.

It was too difficult to awaken a martial soul with soul power, and even harder to awaken a good one.

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that the Sea God Tang San had once come from God Soul Village.

Those lords would never have felt this place had any luck, nor would they have sent people to help with the awakening from time to time.

Let's see if we can get another genius or something.

Otherwise, whether the children in this small village can even awaken a Martial Soul is another matter entirely.

I heard that outside, to awaken a Martial Soul, it costs ten Gold Soul Coin per head!

For these peasants, whether they can save up ten Gold Soul Coin in two or three years is questionable, and that's assuming they don't eat or drink at all.

One can only say this is the only good thing Tang San ever did.

In a small square in the center of God Soul Village, the stone tablet that once bore the palm print of a Soul Saint had long since been thrown away, who knows where.

Now, taking its place was a statue of the Sea God Tang San, who had once walked out of this village.

This could be said to be the pride of their entire village.

And beneath the statue, a young man in white robes and a group of little runts were standing there, waiting for the upcoming Martial Soul awakening.

"Why hasn't he come yet? I'm not waiting anymore! Kid, you, come out! Stand inside this circle, and I will awaken your Martial Soul."

The white-robed youth looked arrogant; clearly, the long wait had made him impatient.

He pointed at a child in the crowd, ordering him to stand before him so he could awaken his Martial Soul.

"I'm late! I'm late! Please forgive me, Lord Soul Master! This is the last child in our God Soul Village who needs to awaken his Martial Soul."

However, at this moment, Old Jack finally arrived late, pulling Fang Le along with him to the scene.

He then requested the white-robed youth's forgiveness with a face full of smiles, while discreetly slipping a bag full of coins into the youth's hand.

"Get in there! When I call you, come out immediately. You peasants are so dawdling!

Do you really think that just because Sea God stayed here for a while, you can awaken some good Martial Soul? Ridiculous."

The white-robed youth glanced at the sparse few gold coins in the bag; although he wasn't very satisfied, even a mosquito's leg is meat, so he coldly let Fang Le join the awakening line.

However, his arrogant attitude made Fang Le clench his fists, though he loosened them again after a moment.

Before awakening, there was a chasm between him and a Soul Master as wide as heaven and earth.

He just had to take it.

"Fierce Tiger Possession!"

As Fang Le walked into the line, the Martial Soul awakening officially began.

The youth let out a loud shout, his muscles suddenly bulging, stretching his originally loose robes until they looked like they were about to burst.

At the same time, the white-robed Soul Master's pupils turned into the vertical slits characteristic of a feline, fangs grew from his mouth, and his arms transformed into tiger claws.

Orange and black fur covered his face, forming the character for "King."

As three soul rings—white, yellow, and purple—descended, the Soul Master seemed to truly transform into a fierce tiger, his presence overwhelming.

The group of children was so scared they nearly wet themselves.

But it was only a little fear; after all, their parents had told them what to expect before they came.

"Sickle, trash Martial Soul, no soul power."

"Hoe, trash Martial Soul, no soul power."

"Blue Silver Grass, trash Martial Soul, half a level of soul power."

In no time at all, the awakening line reached Fang Le.

Except for two, the others who awakened Blue Silver Grass had half a level or two levels of soul power.

The remaining Martial Souls were all farm tools, and none had soul power.

"You, stand inside this circle."