The Problem Was, Su Yuntao Was Also a Transmigrator

"Remember, after Tang San awakened Blue Silver Grass, you had to frown first, then sigh, and finally say it was a useless martial soul."

"Don't worry, I'd rehearsed for half a month."

"And Innate Full Soul Power—look more natural when you're shocked. Last time, you bulged your eyes out so much that anyone could tell you were acting."

"Old Jack, if you think you can do better, you do it."

Outside the Spirit Hall branch in Holy Soul Village.

Xu Zhou pressed himself against the wall, his body stiffening as half a piece of dark bread slipped from his hand and hit the ground with a plop.

The two people talking inside were Old Jack, the village chief of Holy Soul Village, and Su Yuntao, the Spirit Hall deacon who had just arrived in the village.

Every single name was painfully familiar to him.

But why couldn't Xu Zhou understand what they were talking about?

Tang San.

Blue Silver Grass.

Innate Full Soul Power.

And they had to rehearse it in advance?

Xu Zhou's heartbeat sped up, and a chill shot from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

Could Old Jack be a transmigrator too?

No!

Why did Su Yuntao know the plot as well?

"Cut the nonsense."

Old Jack lowered his voice. "This awakening ceremony is important. Thirty-seven transmigrators around Holy Soul Village have already set their sights on Tang San. Some even rushed over from Notting City overnight just to steal the master's job."

"Let them steal it."

Su Yuntao sounded utterly unconcerned.

"I'm only responsible for awakening martial souls anyway. Once I call it a useless martial soul, I'm going back to find Sisi. I've worked so hard all these years—I can't still lose to that simp, can I?"

"Didn't you say Sisi was a transmigrator too?"

"Yeah."

"Then she still doesn't know you like her?"

"She knows."

"And then?"

"She said she wanted me to prove my sincerity first by handing over my salary card for her to keep."

The room suddenly fell silent.

After a long while, Old Jack finally spoke in a ghostly tone.

"Taozi, is it possible that she used to run romance scams before transmigrating?"

Crack!

Xu Zhou slipped, smashing his forehead straight into the wooden door.

"Who's outside?"

A sharp shout rang out.

The wooden door opened, and Su Yuntao strode out.

He had black hair and fairly handsome features. With the Spirit Hall emblem pinned to his chest, he looked exactly like the disposable character Xu Zhou remembered.

Their eyes met.

Xu Zhou swallowed.

Su Yuntao narrowed his eyes.

"Constants remain unchanged in strange transformations?"

"Symbols depend on the quadrant."

The moment the words left his mouth, Xu Zhou wanted to slap himself.

Why was his mouth faster than his brain?

Su Yuntao's expression changed dramatically. He grabbed Xu Zhou by the shoulder, dragged him into the room, then poked his head outside to look around.

After confirming that no one was nearby, he quickly shut the door.

"Old Jack, we caught another one!"

"What do you mean, caught?"

Xu Zhou took two steps back, his face full of vigilance.

"I was just passing by. I didn't hear anything."

Old Jack sat in a chair, still holding a stack of manuscript pages.

A large line was written across the top page.

<Standard Expression Reference for Su Yuntao Awakening Tang San's Martial Soul>.

Xu Zhou's eye twitched.

These people were actually serious!

His name was Xu Zhou, and he was six years old.

More precisely, he had already lived in Douluo Continent for six years.

In his previous life, he had just been an ordinary college student. One day, after staying up late reading Douluo fanfiction, he closed his eyes and opened them again, only to become the only son of a hunter family in Holy Soul Village.

At first, Xu Zhou had been so excited that he did not sleep for three days.

This was Douluo Continent!

Tang San, soul rings, Spirit Bones, Immortal Herbs, godhood—countless opportunities were waiting for him.

Unfortunately, ideals were plump, but reality came at his face with a sledgehammer.

Over the past six years, he had called for a system, practiced Tai Chi, copied the Dao De Jing, and had even shouted "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river" at the waterfall by the village entrance.

Nothing happened.

Other than his father giving him a beating.

Xu Zhou had already accepted his fate.

No system was fine.

As long as he awakened a decent martial soul, he could rely on his knowledge of the plot to latch onto Tang San early. He could still live forever someday.

But now, he suddenly realized that his greatest advantage seemed to be everywhere.

Old Jack was a transmigrator.

Su Yuntao was a transmigrator too.

And outside, another thirty-seven transmigrators were waiting to cut Tang San off.

How the hell was he supposed to play this game?

"Relax. We're on the same side."

Old Jack took out a wooden plaque and stuffed it into Xu Zhou's hand.

The front of the plaque was carved with the words Holy Soul Village, while the back bore a crooked drawing of a penguin.

"Welcome to the Sacred Soul Village Transmigrator Mutual Aid Association."

Xu Zhou lowered his head and stared at the penguin in silence.

It certainly had the flavor of the times.

The question was, they did not even have soul tool communicators, so why were they carving penguins?

"How many transmigrators are there in the village?"

Xu Zhou asked with difficulty.

Old Jack counted on his fingers.

"Including you, seventy-two in total."

"But Holy Soul Village only has a little over three hundred people!"

"That's why everyone acts all the time."

Su Yuntao patted Xu Zhou on the shoulder, speaking earnestly.

"Some pretend to be illiterate, some pretend to be honest, and one of them was a graduate student before transmigrating. Now he plays the fool at the eastern end of the village every day."

"Why?"

"He said fools don't have to pay taxes."

Xu Zhou opened his mouth, but for a moment, he had no idea how to comment.

Just then, footsteps sounded outside.

"Grandpa Jack, is the awakening ceremony about to begin?"

The voice was calm, carrying a steadiness that did not belong to a child.

Xu Zhou's entire body shook.

Tang San was here!

The door was pushed open, and a black-haired boy in plain clothes entered the room.

His looks were not particularly outstanding, and his skin had a healthy wheat-colored complexion, but his back was perfectly straight.

Tang San was not surprised to see Xu Zhou.

They were both children of Holy Soul Village and had known each other since childhood.

It was just that Tang San spent most of his time caring for his drunkard father and rarely played with children his own age.

"Is everyone here?"

Tang San looked at Old Jack.

Old Jack cleared his throat and immediately slipped into character.

"Little San, this is a great soul master from Notting City. You must listen to the soul master's instructions later."

Su Yuntao clasped his hands behind his back and nodded faintly.

"It's getting late. Call the other children in."

Tang San watched the two of them perform so hard, and the corner of his mouth seemed to twitch.

Then, he turned to Xu Zhou.

"Did they fool you for six years too?"

Xu Zhou's mind buzzed.

"What do you mean?"

"Exactly what it sounds like."

Tang San sighed and extended his right hand.

"Let's introduce ourselves again. Tang San, from Bashu. Before transmigrating, I also read Douluo Continent."

Xu Zhou stared at that hand without moving for a long time.

That sentence contained far too much information.

The original Tang San had already transmigrated here from another world.

And now this Tang San had transmigrated from Blue Star, only to become Tang San after he had transmigrated?

Was this some kind of nesting doll nonsense?

"You're not a Tang Sect disciple?"

Xu Zhou could not help asking.

Tang San's expression did not change.

"No, but I bought the Tang Sect Hidden Weapons Encyclopedia online."

"Was it useful?"

"The seller got arrested."

Xu Zhou's vision went dark.

It was over.

Not only was this Tang San not the original model, he did not sound very reliable either.

At that moment, a cold voice suddenly rang out in Xu Zhou's mind.

[An anomaly in the world line has been detected.]

[The proportion of transmigrators in the current region is being analyzed.]

[Ten percent.]

[Fifty percent.]

[One hundred percent.]

[Analysis complete.]

[Warning: Douluo Continent no longer has any natives!]

Xu Zhou's breathing abruptly stopped.

Within his field of vision, a pitch-black ancient book slowly opened.

The first page contained only a single line of blood-red text.

[When everyone knows the plot, who can still become the true protagonist?]

At the same time, an argument suddenly erupted outside.

"Let me go in first! I'm going to take Tang San as my master!"

"Get lost! What makes a pig-feed seller like you worthy of stealing the master's role?"

"Who said I wanted to steal Yu Xiaogang's role? I am Yu Xiaogang!"

Everyone in the room turned their heads at once.

After a moment of silence, Su Yuntao slowly rolled up his sleeves.

"Old Jack, brace the door."

"Today, no one is ruining my iconic scene!"

Tang San silently pulled out a hammer.

Xu Zhou watched the shifting shadows outside, then glanced at the black ancient book in his mind. His heart raced faster and faster.

At that moment, he finally realized an extremely serious problem.

He wasn't the only one familiar with the original story.

And there seemed to be only so many things everyone wanted to snatch.

How were the Immortal Herbs supposed to be divided?

Who would get the Spirit Bones?

Who, exactly, was supposed to protect Xiao Wu?

Would Spirit Hall still start a war?

Most importantly, if the entire continent was made up of transmigrators, then who were Bibi Dong, Qian Renxue, Ning Rongrong, and even the Soul Beasts in the Star Dou Great Forest?

Xu Zhou looked down at the black bread in his hand and suddenly felt his teeth ache.

This Douluo Continent was probably beyond saving.

Outside the door, a booming voice suddenly rang out.

"People inside, listen up!"

"I have a master plan for breaking through to level twenty-nine!"

"Let me in now, and once Tang San becomes a god, we'll split the God Realm equally!"

Su Yuntao flew into a rage.

"Bullshit!"

"The God Realm is only so big. Why should I split it with you?"

Xu Zhou: "..."

Well, damn.

Their martial souls hadn't even awakened yet, and these people were already discussing how to divide up the God Realm.

Maybe they should just destroy everything.

He was tired.