Chapter 5

Absorbing the essence of the moon, Jiang Chen felt refreshed throughout his body, fully immersed in his cultivation.

The crowing of a rooster signaled the arrival of a new day, and Jiang Chen slowly withdrew his energy, ending his practice.

The moment he opened his eyes, he saw Tang San rapidly departing toward the entrance of the village.

It had been three years; unless the weather was atrocious, Tang San would unfailingly head to that small hill to cultivate, day after day.

"What a little monster," he muttered, though in his heart, he held immense admiration for Tang San's perseverance.

Thinking of the way he had been shunned over these past few years, he couldn't help but offer a bitter smile—it was all the fault of that evil cultivation technique.

When he recovered the memories of his past life, he was already over a year old, and a cultivation technique called the Heavenly Corpse Transformation had automatically surfaced in his mind.

The name alone sounded terrifying; although he knew he had transmigrated, he hadn't dared to cultivate it rashly at the time.

A living person practicing a technique seemingly meant for corpses? That was no laughing matter.

He subsequently spent a year learning the language of this world and finally realized that he was on the Douluo Continent.

In his past life, he had been a fan of novels and had naturally read Douluo Continent; this was a fantasy world where one had the chance to become a god.

Who could resist the temptation of becoming a god?

Jiang Chen was no exception, yet he still lacked the courage to practice that ghastly technique.

It wasn't until he was three years old and discovered Tang San, who persisted in climbing the mountain to cultivate every single day, that he finally woke up.

If Tang San, the child of destiny of the Douluo Continent, was working so hard, what did he have?

Aside from a bizarre technique, he had nothing special. As a student from 21st-century Earth who had read countless novels, he understood the principle of winning at the starting line.

Having read Douluo Continent, he knew that if one started cultivating from a young age, they might awaken with innate full soul power at the age of six, winning at the starting line.

Thus, he made up his mind and began practicing the Heavenly Corpse Transformation. It was indeed a formidable technique that granted him great power, but it also turned him into something neither human nor ghost, making him a harbinger of bad luck in everyone's eyes.

The corpse poison and corpse energy within him had not yet reached the point of perfect control; whenever a trace leaked out, it would cause panic throughout Holy Soul Village.

Moreover, once this technique was started, it could never be stopped, or he would turn into a heartless, blood-sucking zombie.

After he had secretly drained the blood of a few poultry back then, he never dared to stop practicing the Heavenly Corpse Transformation again.

Only by constantly practicing the Heavenly Corpse Transformation could he live like a normal person.

For a time, he had been incredibly despondent, but he had to grit his teeth and keep practicing. While others who transmigrated received all sorts of overpowered systems, he had turned into a zombie, and he feared even his future happiness might be in jeopardy.

Later on, he slowly came to terms with it, discovering that cultivation was actually quite comfortable, and as long as he could become a god, things like happiness didn't seem so important anymore.

His practice of the Heavenly Corpse Transformation had recently reached a bottleneck; no matter how he cultivated, the power within his body would not increase. Jiang Chen understood that perhaps his situation was the same as Tang San's—he needed to obtain his first soul ring before he could continue.

What he cared about most right now was what kind of martial soul he would awaken during tomorrow's awakening ceremony.

He already possessed a powerful technique, and if he could also obtain an awesome martial soul, he would truly win at the starting line. Even if he couldn't compare to the child of destiny, Tang San, he figured he wouldn't be far behind.

Everything depended on tomorrow.