Douluo's Grandson

Douluo Continent, Spirit City, the back mountain of the Offering Hall.

Moonlight spilled into the courtyard. Lie Xu, having just finished a medicinal bath, lay on a rocking chair, his eyes staring blankly at the brilliant galaxy beneath the night sky. As the stars shifted and time flowed, his thoughts drifted to places unknown...

Six years.

He had transmigrated to the Douluo Continent for exactly six years.

In his previous life, he had been swept away by an out-of-control vehicle while trying to save a little girl. When he opened his eyes again, he had become an infant in this world.

Fate seemed to be compensating him, granting him a chance to start over. Not only did he survive, but he was also fortunate enough to become the grandson of the Spirit Hall's Fourth Offering—Lion Douluo, Lie Yan.

Perhaps this was what the Taoists called, "Every sip and every peck is predestined by heaven..."

Ever since he awakened the memories of his past life at the age of two and began to remember things, he had only two relatives: his grandfather, Lie Yan, and Chi Yuan.

His parents had fallen in the battle where they followed the previous Pope to hunt down Tang Hao and the hundred-thousand-year Blue Silver Emperor; one had perished, and the other was severely wounded.

His mother had returned carrying his father's broken body, clinging to her final breath to give birth to him before following his father into death.

His parents in this life had used their own lives to teach him the most profound lesson on the path of life.

Because of this, he understood the importance of strength earlier than anyone else.

In this world, the weak were prey to the strong. Without power, he couldn't even protect himself, let alone those around him...

Suddenly, a large, calloused hand rested gently on his head. The white-and-gold-trimmed robe rustled in the wind, and the embroidered lion on the shoulder looked so vivid it seemed ready to bite.

Lie Xu's distracted thoughts were pulled back. He looked up at Lion Douluo with eyes that still held a trace of emptiness.

"Grandfather."

Lion Douluo smiled boldly, his eyes filled with doting affection as he looked at his grandson.

"Daydreaming again? What's wrong, Xiao Xu?"

Lion Douluo waved his hand, using his spirit power to pull a stone stool from the nearby pavilion and sat down beside his grandson.

His large hand couldn't help but stroke Lie Xu's head. "Are you worried about tomorrow's spirit awakening?"

Lie Xu regained his composure and nodded slightly, suppressing the thoughts that had just surfaced.

He wasn't particularly worried about failing to awaken a good spirit, as his family's heritage was right there—one of the top beast spirits on the entire continent; there was no way he would awaken something useless.

Unless, like a certain "master of theory"...

He figured he couldn't be that unlucky. Therefore, he was thinking that since he had been given a chance to live again, he would naturally walk a path to the heavens in this life, pursuing a realm beyond the gods and finding a way back home.

"If heaven gives, but one does not take, one will suffer the consequences."

Immortal herbs, spirit bones, opportunities, fortuitous encounters... he would seize everything that could make him stronger.

Naturally, he would start by collecting interest from Tang San, especially since his family owed him two lives.

As for the one in the God Realm behind Tang San, he would settle the score sooner or later...

"Hahaha, so even you, kid, have days where you worry?"

Lion Douluo's bold laughter echoed through the garden, his tone filled with absolute confidence.

"Xiao Xu, what is there to worry about? Could the grandson of me, Lion Douluo—Lie Yan—awaken anything else?

What you will awaken is bound to be our Lie family's top-tier beast spirit—the Blazing Lion.

Besides, you've been consuming whale glue, soaking in medicinal baths, and training your body since you were three. Your foundation is already far beyond your peers; even an innate full spirit power isn't impossible, so there's absolutely nothing to worry about."

Lie Xu nodded and replied softly, "I understand, Grandfather."

He had gone to great lengths to convince his grandfather to let him consume whale glue, spending nearly two months in the Spirit Hall library—partly to put on a show, and partly to cram his knowledge of the world's spirits.

Under the personal verification of his grandfather and several other offerings, his grandfather had finally agreed, even hiring an apothecary to pair the whale glue with herbs to neutralize its violent energy while stimulating its medicinal properties, allowing it to nourish his body more gently.

"Glad you've thought it through."

Lie Yan patted his shoulder. "Get some rest early; I'll take you to awaken your spirit myself tomorrow. By the way..."

His grandfather suddenly revealed a playful smile. "Tomorrow, Xiao Xue will be going with you, too."

Lie Xu froze slightly.

Qian Renxue.

That successor to the Angel God position, who had been starved of love since childhood, possessed a paranoid personality, and suffered a tragic fate.

In this life, however, everything was different because of his arrival. They took medicine together, cultivated together, and polished their bodies using the Physical Limit Training Method he had adapted from his past life's military training.

Qian Renxue was no longer the lonely, cold girl from the original story; she had become soft, cheerful, and clung to him like a little sister next door.

At the thought of that girl with hair like a golden waterfall and skin as fair as a porcelain doll, the corners of Lie Xu's mouth curled up involuntarily.

No one could refuse a golden-haired little girl who was both obedient and sensible.

"I haven't forgotten, of course," he said softly.

"Good that you haven't." Lie Yan laughed heartily. "Then Grandfather is off. Get some rest."

"Mm, you rest well too, Grandfather." Lie Xu stood up from the rocking chair.

"Hahaha." Lion Douluo's aged laughter echoed through the garden once more.

"Silly child, Title Douluo don't need long periods of rest, but since you've said so, Grandfather will go and get a good night's sleep tonight."

Having said that, his figure flashed and vanished, leaving Lie Xu alone in his place.

Watching the direction his grandfather had departed in, Lie Xu rubbed his forehead.

His grandfather was good in every way, except for being impatient and rash; he lacked the composure of a Title Douluo, and even more so, the demeanor of an elder.

Seeing his grandfather leave, Lie Xu turned to look at the stone stool beside the lounge chair, sighed, bent down to pick it up, and walked toward the pavilion by the garden.

Although Lie Xu had not yet awakened his martial soul nor cultivated soul power, his years of nourishment from whale glue and medicinal herbs, combined with day-after-day of extreme training, meant his strength far exceeded that of children his age.

A small stone stool was naturally no problem for him.

After returning the stone stool to its proper place and washing up, Lie Xu lay down on his bed.

Outside the window, insects chirped incessantly, and the moonlight was gentle.

He closed his eyes and silently recited in his heart.

"Tomorrow, the martial soul awakening will be the first step in my journey toward a path to the heavens. Why should Asura be the only one capable of creating a god, and not me?

Besides, I am already far ahead of Tang San; what does he have to compete with? Tang Hao hiding in the shadows? Or Blue Silver Bind?

Therefore, this godhood shall be mine, Lie Xu's. I have spoken—not even the reappearance of a God King can stop me!!!"