Plague God of Holy Soul Village

Starting from Douluo: Defying Heaven to Become a God — Author: Three-Inch Mushroom

Synopsis:

It was still the same old Holy Soul Village, with the same familiar background characters.

Jiang Chen awakened a mysterious Martial Soul that had never appeared on the Douluo Continent.

Born from the resentment of heaven and earth, he fed on blood, entered neither reincarnation nor hell, and was condemned to heavenly lightning. He was undying and indestructible, cast out by heaven and earth from the six paths of reincarnation.

Knowing the predetermined ending, Jiang Chen thought that following Tang San would be the easiest path. Yet after a series of twists and turns, he ended up in the Spirit Hall.

At first, Jiang Chen felt a little dejected. But on second thought, the Spirit Hall wasn't so bad after all.

His beautiful master, Bibi Dong; lovely Xiao Xue; and a foxy senior sister...

[Congratulations, Host, on surviving another Heavenly Tribulation. Reward: one bottle of Tribulation Lightning Fluid and one Spirit Ring Upgrade Voucher...]

Looking at the Tribulation Cloud slowly dispersing overhead, Jiang Chen felt thoroughly vexed. "When will these days of getting struck by lightning finally end?!"

Chapter 1: Plague God of Holy Soul Village

Douluo Continent, southwestern Heaven Dou Empire, Fasinuo Province, Holy Soul Village.

At dawn, while the sky was still dim, a rooster crowed. Soon, the sound of crowing rose and fell throughout Holy Soul Village, and the Full Moon on the horizon began to fade away.

At the village's northern edge, in its most secluded spot, stood a small courtyard.

As the roosters crowed, a boy of about five or six slowly opened his eyes on the roof of the courtyard.

If anyone had been there, they would have been horrified to see that the instant the boy opened his eyes, his irises were completely black, without a trace of white.

Both eyes were black as ink, unsettlingly eerie. Faint wisps of black mist even curled around them, making him look grim and terrifying.

The strange sight lasted only an instant before returning to normal. The boy gazed at the pale dawn on the horizon and stood up.

His short black hair gave him a neat appearance. He wore plain clothes, and his skin was somewhat pale, but his eyes were extraordinarily sharp, exuding an oppressive presence all on their own.

Suddenly, his keen gaze flickered. He spotted a little figure leaving the village at its entrance. With a flash of movement, the figure covered a zhang with each step, hurrying toward a nearby hill.

"That kid Tang San's gone up the hill to cultivate again. I wonder how far he's gotten with the Mysterious Heaven Skill. But, judging by the timing, Su Yuntao should be arriving soon." The boy on the roof muttered to himself.

As he spoke, the sharpness faded from his eyes, and they became bright and alert.

His name was Jiang Chen, and he was one of the children of Holy Soul Village. But throughout the village, he had a terrible reputation.

Everyone regarded him like a venomous snake or scorpion, keeping as far away from him as possible. Some had even nicknamed him Jinx and Plague God.

Anyone or anything close to him—even livestock—always met a bad end.

"Done cultivating!" Jiang Chen stretched mightily. His bones crackled all over, and an eerie smile played at the corner of his mouth. He leapt down—and jumped straight off the roof, several meters above the ground.

He landed lightly, like a ghost, without a scratch. If anyone had witnessed it, they would have gaped in shock.

For a six-year-old child, climbing onto the roof was already unbelievable, let alone jumping straight down like that.

Brushing the dust off his behind, Jiang Chen was just about to hum a few smug bars when he suddenly spotted the corner of the courtyard. The two plump pheasants shut in the chicken coop had already kicked the bucket.

"My chickens!" Jiang Chen cried out in anguish and took one stride, reaching the coop in an instant.

He reached out and prodded the two pheasants. Their bodies had gone completely stiff; he confirmed that they were dead as could be.

"What a waste." His face filled with pain as he reached out and touched the two chickens.

Strangely, wisps of faint black mist began to seep from their bodies, converging in his palm before sinking into him.