Douluo Wu Ling

Fasinuo Province, north of Nuoding City, Xingyue Village.

"Hey, Brother Qie Si, did Wu Ling go into the woods again?"

A middle-aged man driving a horse-drawn cart loaded with goods called out to the chief of his village at the entrance.

"That brat Wu Ling? What day does he not go? He never listens no matter what I say. A few days ago, he even brought back several rabbits. Honestly, doesn't he know how dangerous the woods are? He never stops worrying people."

Village Chief Qie Si, already past sixty with half-white hair, stopped in his tracks and grumbled about his adopted son, the child named Wu Ling.

Though he kept complaining about how disobedient Wu Ling was, there was still heartfelt gratification in his voice.

Seeing that the village chief could not stop talking whenever Wu Ling came up, the middle-aged man hauling goods merely smiled, long used to it. After all, everyone in the village knew how much the chief doted on that child.

But this time, the middle-aged man, who usually listened patiently until the end, interrupted Qie Si.

"Hey, hey, hey, Chief. Let me tell you, don't let Wu Ling go out so much lately."

Hearing the way the middle-aged man addressed him, Qie Si grew serious for once.

The man's name was Qi Li, and he owned the village shop. In his younger years, he had worked as a chef at an inn in Nuoding City, relying on his cooking skills to make a living.

Later, as he grew older and the village's former shopkeeper, Shi Chen, died in an accident, he returned to the village and opened a shop.

Through the connections he had made as a chef, his business continued to grow. He even established ties with other nearby villages. Aside from a few villages to the south, every village around Nuoding City had done business with him in one form or another, and he had become fairly well-known in the area.

If Xingyue Village had not been his birthplace, he could have settled directly in Nuoding City without any trouble.

Normally, Qi Li called Qie Si Brother Qie Si. He only addressed him as Village Chief when something serious had happened, which was why Qie Si had become so solemn.

"What is it, Qi Li? You're being so serious. Did something happen?"

"Chief... Forget it. Brother Qie Si, I ran into one of my old Soul Master customers when I entered the city this time. While we were chatting, he complained that something had happened at Spirit Hall, and now everyone there was on edge.

I don't know exactly what happened, but it's better to be safe than sorry. There's no harm in telling that boy Wu Ling to be more careful."

Qie Si frowned upon hearing Qi Li's words.

"Mm, I've felt that something was off too. The annual Martial Soul Awakening was supposed to be in half a month, but this afternoon, someone suddenly came with a letter saying that this year's awakening had been moved up to the day after tomorrow.

That was why I wanted to find that brat Wu Ling and have him rest properly tomorrow. But hearing what you said, it seems something really did happen..."

The two exchanged glances, each seeing the same gravity in the other's eyes. As a colossal force across the entire continent, even a slight tremor from Spirit Hall could leave countless people without a future.

But no matter how much they thought about it, it was useless. They were only two ordinary men, after all. In the end, that gravity became two helpless sighs and two figures walking away in opposite directions.

As the sun set, a boy of only six stood in a horse stance within a rushing river.

Anyone unfamiliar with him would have been astonished. Normally, in a river with such a strong current, an ordinary six-year-old would struggle even to stay standing, yet this boy not only stood firm but maintained a steady horse stance.

It would have been one thing if he were merely holding the stance, but two fist-sized stones were tied around his waist, while each of his raised, outstretched hands held another stone of the same size.

Though the boy's face was twisted in pain, his breathing was barely disturbed.

The rustling of grass caught the boy's attention. He cautiously stood up and untied the two stones from his waist.

Parting the grass with his hands, Qie Si, the chief of Xingyue Village, emerged from the bushes. Seeing who it was, the boy lowered his guard.

"Wu Ling, you really made me search everywhere. Come on, go home and eat!"

That was right. This boy was Qie Si's adopted son, the Wu Ling whom he never stopped praising in front of others.

"Okay, Uncle Qie."

Though the man before him was the adoptive father who had raised him for six years, Wu Ling's twenty years of memories from his previous life still kept him from calling him Dad.

That was right—Wu Ling was a traditional transmigrator. In the memories of his twenty-year previous life, he had been born into a martial arts family in China on Blue Star.

In his previous life, he had studied and trained diligently from childhood under the strict guidance of his grandfather and father. And what he practiced was not flashy, decorative martial arts, but killing techniques known in that era as ancient martial arts.

But it was, after all, a society ruled by law. Aside from ensuring that he would not be bullied at school, those skills had little other use.

It was not until he turned eighteen and his grandfather passed away that his father finally bowed to life with a sigh, allowing him to attend university as he had wished and live a life of his own.

Then, when he was twenty, his father died at the hands of a man named Feng Yuxiu. Wu Ling immediately took leave to return home and bury him, but he happened to get into a car accident on the way.

When he opened his eyes again, he had arrived in this world as an infant and been adopted by Qie Si.

Douluo Continent—Wu Ling knew of it. He only had three real hobbies: anime, novels, and food. If he had to add another, it would be the FGO game that had first caught his interest through FATE.

He did not play games like Honor of Kings or battle royale games. FGO alone was his favorite.

Therefore, having read countless fan novels, Wu Ling accepted the fact that he had transmigrated into this world quite naturally once he realized where he was.

As for the current timeline, Wu Ling roughly knew that it was before Tang San's birth, because he had once read in the newspaper that Spirit Hall's Pope was still Qian Xunji.

"The Martial Soul Awakening has been moved up to the day after tomorrow?"

"Yes. So stay home tomorrow and rest for the day. Make some preparations."

"Sure, no problem. Then I'll reduce tomorrow's training by three... no, one-quarter." Having recovered some of his strength, Wu Ling grinned at Qie Si.

Perhaps it had something to do with his experiences, but Wu Ling was exceptionally serious whenever he trained or fought in earnest. In everyday life, however, he was particularly lively and cheerful, as though he had achieved some sort of spiritual balance.

"No. At most, you can train for one-quarter of the usual time."

"Ah, then five-eighths."

"Half. For the rest of the time, I'll have you soak in a bath with the tender walnut shoots from our tree. It's decided."

"The tender shoots from that walnut tree? Fine. No going back on your word, Uncle Qie."

"A promise is a promise. Who would go back on their word with a child like you? Honestly..."

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