The Grandson of a Douluo

Douluo Continent, Spirit City, the back hill of the Worship Hall.

Moonlight spilled into the courtyard. Having just finished his medicinal bath, Lie Xu lay in a rocking chair, staring blankly at the brilliant river of stars in the night sky. As the stars revolved, his thoughts had already drifted somewhere far away...

Six years.

He had been in Douluo Continent for six whole years.

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

As if to make amends, fate had given him a second chance—not only letting him survive, but also making him lucky enough to become the biological grandson of Mighty Lion Douluo Lie Yan, the Fourth Worshipper of Spirit Hall.

Perhaps this was what the Daoists meant by "one sip and one peck, all ordained by fate..."

He had awakened the wisdom of his previous life at the age of two. Ever since he could remember, his only family had been his grandfather, Lie Yan, and Chi Yuan.

His parents had followed the previous pope to ambush Tang Hao and the Hundred-Thousand-Year Blue Silver Emperor. One had died, and the other had been gravely wounded.

His mother had returned with his father's battered body, gravely injured herself. She had forced herself to hold on with her last breath, expended her life force to give birth to him, and then followed his father in death.

His parents in this life had taught him the heaviest lesson of all through their own deaths.

That was precisely why he had understood the importance of strength earlier than anyone else.

This was a world where the strong preyed on the weak. Without power, he couldn't even protect himself, let alone the people by his side...

Suddenly, a broad hand gently came to rest on his head. A white robe edged in gold fluttered in the breeze, its embroidered lion draped across the shoulder so lifelike it seemed ready to pounce and devour someone.

Lie Xu's wandering thoughts snapped back. He lifted his head and gazed at Mighty Lion Douluo, his eyes still somewhat vacant.

"Grandpa."

Mighty Lion Douluo laughed heartily, his eyes full of affection as he looked at his grandson.

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

With a wave of his hand, Mighty Lion Douluo used Soul Power to draw a stone stool over from the nearby pavilion and sat beside his grandson.

He couldn't help patting Lie Xu's head. "Worried about your Martial Soul Awakening tomorrow?"

Lie Xu came back to himself and nodded slightly, pushing aside the thoughts that had just surfaced.

He wasn't particularly worried that he'd awaken a lousy Martial Soul. His family's inheritance spoke for itself: one of the finest Beast Martial Souls on the entire continent. There was no way he'd awaken something useless.

Unless, like that certain theoretical master...

He figured he couldn't possibly be that unlucky. So he was thinking that since he'd been given a second life, he naturally had to walk a path to the heavens, pursue something beyond the gods, and find his way home...

"If Heaven gives it, but you do not take it, you will suffer for it."

Immortal Herbs, Soul Bones, opportunities, fortuitous encounters... Anything that could make him stronger, he would get his hands on.

Naturally, he would start by collecting some interest from Tang San. After all, their family owed him two lives.

As for the one behind Tang San in the Divine Realm, he'd come looking for him sooner or later...

"Hahaha! So even you have days when you're worried, kid?"

Mighty Lion Douluo's hearty laughter rang through the garden. His tone brimmed with confidence.

"Xiao Xu, what's there to worry about? What else could the grandson of me, Mighty Lion Douluo Lie Yan, awaken besides our Lie Clan's top Beast Martial Soul, the Blazing Lion?

"What's more, you've been taking Whale Rubber, bathing in medicinal herbs, and training your body since you were three. Your foundation is already far beyond that of children your age. Even Innate Full Soul Power isn't out of the question, so there's really nothing to worry about."

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

Back then, getting his grandfather to agree to let him take Whale Rubber had taken quite a bit of effort. He had even spent nearly two months buried in Spirit Hall's library—partly to put on that act, and partly to cram in knowledge about Martial Souls in this world.

His grandfather and several of the Worshippers had personally verified it. In the end, his grandfather had agreed, and even found a pharmacist to combine medicinal herbs with the Whale Rubber. The herbs would temper the Whale Rubber's violent energy while drawing out its medicinal effects, letting it nourish the body more gently.

"Good, as long as you've thought it through."

Lie Yan patted his shoulder. "Get some rest early. Grandpa will take you to awaken your Martial Soul himself tomorrow. Oh, right..."

His grandfather suddenly flashed a mischievous smile. "Xiao Xue will be going with you tomorrow, too."

Lie Xu paused slightly.

Qian Renxue.

The inheritor of the Angel Godhood, a girl who had been starved of affection since childhood, with a stubborn personality and a life full of misfortune.

But in this life, everything had changed because of his arrival. They took supplements together, trained together, and honed their bodies together with the Physical Limit Training Method, which he had adapted from the military training of his previous life.

Qian Renxue was no longer the lonely, cold girl from the original story. She had become sweet and soft, loved to smile, and clung to him like a little girl next door.

At the thought of that girl with her waterfall of golden hair and fair skin, as cute as a little porcelain doll, Lie Xu's lips unconsciously curled upward.

No one could resist a well-behaved, sensible little blonde girl.

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

"Good, as long as you haven't." Lie Yan laughed heartily. "Grandpa will get going, then. Get some rest early."

"Mm-hmm. You get some rest early, too, Grandpa." With that, Lie Xu stood up from the rocking chair.

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

"Silly boy, Titled Douluo don't need to rest for long. But since you said so, Grandpa will go have a good night's sleep."

With that, he vanished in a flash, leaving Lie Xu alone where he stood.

Looking in the direction his grandfather had left, Lie Xu rubbed his forehead.

His grandfather was great in every way except that he was impatient, not at all as composed as a Titled Douluo ought to be, and didn't act like an old man in the slightest.

After seeing his grandfather off, Lie Xu turned toward the stone stool beside the rocking chair, sighed, bent down, picked it up, and carried it toward the pavilion by the garden.

Although Lie Xu hadn't awakened his Martial Soul or cultivated Soul Power yet, years of nourishment from Whale Rubber and medicinal herbs, combined with day after day of extreme training, had made him far stronger than other children his age.

A little stone stool was naturally no problem for him.

After putting the stone stool back where it belonged and washing up, Lie Xu lay down in bed.

Outside the window, insects chirped in waves, and the moonlight was gentle.

He closed his eyes and silently thought to himself.

"Tomorrow's Martial Soul Awakening will be the first step on my path to the heavens. Why can Asura create a god, but I can't?

"Besides, I'm already way ahead of Tang San. What could he possibly fight me with? Tang Hao lurking in the shadows? Or Blue Silver Bind?

"So I, Lie Xu, am destined to become a god. I said it, and even if the God King appears again, he can't stop me!!!"