Eagles strike the vast sky, fish soar in the shallow depths, all creatures contend for freedom in the frosty autumn air.
Looking at the boundless expanse, I ask the vast earth, who rules the rise and fall?
The first ray of morning sunlight on the horizon pierced the darkness of the Heaven Dou Empire. Under a sky of rolling clouds, a rooster's crow broke the quiet of the Holy Soul Village night.
A little boy ran out from the village. He had healthy wheat-colored skin, taller than his peers. Beneath a crop of short, stubby hair was a resolute face, already showing signs of greatness at a young age. Under thick black short eyebrows was a pair of striking starry eyes. He wore a patched patchwork garment, went barefoot, and ran all the way toward a nearby hill.
The scenery on both sides rapidly retreated, and the sand under his soles felt a bit prickly.
Breathing in the fresh scent of morning dew mixed with grass, Yang Ming felt the pent-up air in his chest rush out, and his whole body felt clear and comfortable.
Having come to the Douluo Continent for nearly six years, Yang Ming was now a strapping six-year-old boy.
To be honest, when he first transmigrated as an infant, Yang Ming still felt very surprised that he had actually become the little grandson of the Holy Soul Village chief—not a biological one, of course, but adopted by the chief.
In the original work, Chief Old Jack of Holy Soul Village had once sent gods to school, slapped the Judge on the head, was much more of a werewolf than just a bit, and was also stubborn and an absolute badass, manual dog head.
At the very beginning, Yang Ming was terrified that his secret as a transmigrator would be discovered by the village chief, so he lived a life of extreme caution, acting just like any other brat and not daring to make any big moves.
However, as time passed, Yang Ming saw that the village chief regarded him as his own flesh and blood without a shred of suspicion, and treated him even more strictly than the children of other families. Only then did Yang Ming finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Originally, Yang Ming didn't have this name; Old Jack had given him a very awkward and unpleasant-sounding one.
Later, through Yang Ming's persistence, he used his current name.
To train Yang Ming and prevent him from developing spoiled habits from a young age, Village Chief Old Jack had also taken great pains. Not only did he formulate a strict training plan for Yang Ming, but he also made Yang Ming's food, clothing, and daily use as simple as possible. The patched garment he was wearing now was proof of this.
Running wildly all the way to the top of the mountain, someone was already sitting cross-legged there. It was a boy about Yang Ming's age. Although his clothes were plain, they were clean. Because he was often exposed to the warmth of the sun, his skin had a healthy wheat-colored tint, and his short black hair looked very neat.
"Hey, Third Brother, you're still this early today."
Tang San's breathing was disordered, and he almost messed up his cultivation. His brow twitched wildly, and he turned back to glare at Yang Ming in annoyance, saying helplessly:
"Yang Ming, can you stop calling me Third Brother? I always feel like my seniority inexplicably dropped by several levels, and I got two extra older brothers out of nowhere."
"Hehe." Seeing Tang San get rebuffed, Yang Ming chuckled, threw his arm around Tang San's shoulder, and joked, "It's fine, an older brother like me is worth two."
"You were only born three seconds earlier than me."
Tang San muttered under his breath, full of lingering frustration. Even though he was an elite of the Tang Sect in his past life, being treated as a younger brother without the right to talk back, and after countless objections proved useless, Tang San resigned himself to his fate.
Could he curse people?
Could he hit people?
No way! Who told the other guy to have a good dad—ah, no, a good grandfather shielding him!
Watching Yang Ming step out with his feet shoulder-width apart to settle into a horse stance, throwing out impact punches to build strength with every few beats, Tang San's eyes held a trace of a smile. Compared to him having the Mysterious Heaven Skill to lean on, Yang Ming's crude training method was far too inefficient. He was confident that two Yang Ming couldn't beat one of him.
Tang San propped his chin in one hand and made a small jab at Yang Ming:
"Yang Ming, I see you training like this every day, and it doesn't seem to amount to anything. Is there any point?"
Yang Ming's resolute face remained unmoved.
He naturally knew that his training only stopped at the level of ordinary people and brought very little change to his body, but he still stubbornly swung his fists one by one. He believed that diligence could make up for clumsiness. In his past life, he was no genius or military king, just an ordinary middle school student. Other than unyielding perseverance, he only had a heart that refused to be ordinary.
Yang Ming knew very well how deep the waters of the Douluo World were. This world was not as simple as it appeared on the surface. If he didn't strive for greatness, perhaps one day when strong cultivators passed by and fought a battle, the aftermath alone could crush a large crowd of ordinary people to death.
Here, human life was sometimes truly worthless.
Hearing Tang San's words, Yang Ming replied indifferently:
"A person must always have a reason to live."
This sentence was Yang Ming's insight into life gained over these past days.
The dry, dull training day and night, the invisible and anxious future—none of these made Yang Ming give up, because he craved to become stronger, craved to walk out of Holy Soul Village, and craved to explore the magnificent and exciting side of this world!
"Ding!"
Right at this moment, a voice sounded in Yang Ming's mind.
"Congratulations to the host for speaking the classic line of Han Xin from Honor of Kings, successfully activating the Meme-Making Lottery System."
"As long as it's at an opportune moment, speaking the classic lines of movie/novel/anime/game characters in front of others, the host will be able to obtain a lottery chance, capable of randomly drawing the character's abilities/items. If lucky, it is even possible to summon the character to appear."
"The host currently has one lottery chance. Will you activate the lottery roulette?"
System?
This was the transmigration perk every transmigrator must have?
Yang Ming felt a surge of emotion in his heart. Having stayed on the Douluo Continent for nearly six years, he had finally made it to the activation of the system.
Possessing a great treasure, even though he was very familiar with Tang San, Yang Ming didn't dare to continue staying with him. Who knew what kind of anomalies would happen when he drew the lot later?
Yang Ming put away his horse stance, jogging forward just like usual, running laps around the small hill. Tang San only thought this cheap older brother of his was doing the same as always, so he didn't pay much attention and continued cultivating the Mysterious Heaven Skill.
Hiding in a shady spot on the hill, most importantly out of Tang San's line of sight, Yang Ming rubbed his palms together and selected "Yes"!
A virtual roulette floated before Yang Ming's eyes.
Honor of Kings was a very popular mobile game from Yang Ming's past life. Han Xin was one of the very popular jungler heroes, possessing a passive skill [Spear of Killing Intent], and three active skills which were [Ruthless Charge], [Fight with Back to the Wall], and [Peerless National Warrior].
Yang Ming discovered that besides Han Xin's skills, the roulette actually contained various skins for Han Xin!
Street Fighter, White Dragon Chant, Dream-Chasing Shadow, Papal Envoy, Feiheng!
What use did these skins have?
Eh, whatever, let's draw first and figure it out later!
Yang Ming was full of piety and prayed in his heart:
"Spiritual heavens, spiritual earth, let me be a European emperor just this once, alright?"
Draw!
The next moment, upon seeing what he had won, Yang Ming was a bit surprised!
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