Absorbing the moon's essence, Jiang Chen felt completely at ease as he immersed himself in cultivation.

He must not be allowed to awaken

### As the rooster crowed, a new day dawned. Jiang Chen slowly concluded his cultivation and opened his eyes.

### The first thing he saw was Tang San hurrying away from the village entrance.

### For three years, unless the weather was terrible, Tang San had gone to that little hill to cultivate every single day without fail.

### "What a Little Monster," he muttered, though he admired Tang San's perseverance.

### Thinking of how badly he had been treated over the past few years, he couldn't help but smile bitterly. It was all because of that evil technique.

### He had regained the memories of his previous life when he was a little over a year old. At the time, a cultivation method called Heavenly Corpse Transformation had appeared in his mind of its own accord.

### The name alone made the technique sound terrifying. Although he knew he had been reincarnated, he hadn't dared to cultivate it recklessly.

### A living person cultivating a technique that seemed meant for corpses? Was that a joke?

### It took him a year to learn the language of this world. Only then did he finally discover that he was in Douluo Continent.

### He had been a novel enthusiast in his previous life and had naturally read Douluo Continent. This was a fantasy world where one could become a god.

### How many people could resist the temptation of becoming a god?

### Jiang Chen was no exception, but he still didn't have the guts to cultivate that spine-chilling technique.

### It wasn't until he was three, when he noticed Tang San tirelessly climbing the mountain to cultivate every day, that he came to his senses.

### Tang San, the child of fate in Douluo Continent, worked so hard at cultivation. What did Jiang Chen have?

### Aside from a bizarre cultivation method, he had nothing special. As a student from twenty-first-century Earth who had read countless novels, he understood all too well the importance of getting ahead of the pack.

### Having read Douluo Continent, he also knew that if he began cultivating as a child, he might awaken Innate Full Soul Power at the age of six and get a head start.

### So he made up his mind and began cultivating Heavenly Corpse Transformation. It was indeed a powerful technique, and it had given him great strength—but it had also turned him into something neither human nor ghost, a plague in the eyes of everyone around him.

### The Corpse Poison and corpse energy inside him were not yet under his control. Whenever even a trace leaked out, it caused panic throughout Holy Soul Village.

### What was more, once he began cultivating this technique, he could never stop. Otherwise, he would become an emotionless, blood-sucking Zombie.

### After he secretly drank the blood of a few chickens one day, he never dared to stop cultivating Heavenly Corpse Transformation again.

### Only by constantly cultivating Heavenly Corpse Transformation could he live like a normal person.

### For a while, he had been utterly dejected, but he still had to grit his teeth and keep cultivating. Other people got all kinds of amazing systems when they transmigrated, while he had turned into a Zombie. Even the prospect of happiness in the future seemed bleak.

### Later, he gradually came to terms with it. He found that cultivation was actually quite comfortable, and as long as he could become a god, happiness didn't seem all that important.

### Recently, his cultivation of Heavenly Corpse Transformation had hit a bottleneck. No matter how much he cultivated, the power within him would no longer grow. Jiang Chen understood that perhaps his situation was like Tang San's: he needed to obtain his first Soul Ring before he could continue cultivating.

### What he cared about most now was what kind of Martial Soul he would awaken at tomorrow's awakening ceremony.

### He already had a powerful cultivation method. If he also awakened an amazing Martial Soul, he would have a complete head start. Even if he couldn't match Tang San, the child of fate, he probably wouldn't be far behind.

### Everything depended on tomorrow.

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