Crossing Over, Slapping Qian Xunji Across the Face at the Start!

Magic City.

Inside a luxurious villa.

A youth lay on a lazy sofa, dressed in a light blue shirt whose loose cut betrayed a hint of laziness, the cuffs rolled casually to his elbows to reveal forearms with smooth lines. On the lower half he wore off-white suit trousers with the cuffs slightly rolled up, matching fine white canvas shoes.

His figure was slender like a green bamboo, and his features were handsome, yet at this moment the youth seemed to have activated a sharp tongue as he complained into his phone:

"What the fuck, are both Qian Daoliu and Qian Xunji absolute idiots? They're hardheaded enough to take the Clear Sky Hammer head-on every single time. Do you think you're Huyan Zhen or something?!"

"The Six-Winged Angel has wings! Can't you fucking fly?!"

"And this Qian Xunji, using a majestic Divine-level Martial Soul like the Six-Winged Angel just like a six-winged flutter-moth—what an absolute fucking waste!!"

"You're really bringing shame to the Qian Family. If I crossed over there, I'd straight up..."

Bzz, bzz...

Qian Xunzong looked up to see the chandelier above his living room swaying precariously, followed immediately by a flurry of sparks and lightning crashing down straight toward him in a Guanyin-sitting-on-a-lotus posture. Right at this critical juncture, Qian Xunzong snapped back to his senses and placed his phone against his chest.

Clinging to the belief that he could afford to lose anything except his mouth, he offered up his final bit of defiance:

"Fuck your mo..."

Bang!!!

...,

Douluo Continent, Spirit Hall.

"Little Zong, Little Zong!!"

Lying on the ground, Qian Xunzong opened his eyes with a hazy expression, only to suddenly see a large, round face right up in his grill. Reflexively, Qian Xunzong raised his hand and delivered a direct slap across the face,

"Holy shit, a ghost!!!"

Slap—

After finishing that strike, Qian Xunzong quickly retreated, putting some distance between himself and the newcomer. The youth who had just been slapped by Qian Xunzong wore a completely bewildered expression,

Who am I? Where am I?

(Ꙭ)--

By this time, Qian Xunzong had also recovered his wits and looked at the youth opposite him. The person appeared to be around ten years old, dressed in a gold-threaded robe with a head of flowing, carefree medium-length golden hair. His facial features were also remarkably handsome and pretty, but because the other person had been standing too close earlier and startled him, he hadn't looked carefully.

Still, upon closer inspection, Qian Xunzong found the youth's brows somewhat familiar. Recognizing him, Qian Xunzong exclaimed in shock: "Holy shit, you fucking bastard are Qian Xunji!!"

Was the youth before him not Qian Xunji during his youth?

Wait,

How did I end up here??

Qian Xunzong froze, his mind... well, feeling somewhat dazed. But the next second, a flood of memories swept over him, directly crashing into his brain, and the wave of pain instantly knocked an entirely unprepared Qian Xunzong out cold.

"Oh man, Little Zong, Little Zong!" Recovering from his own bewilderment at that moment, Qian Xunji saw Qian Xunzong collapsed on the ground again and hurried over to him.

...,

Qian Xunzong's head felt dizzy. Although this batch of memories wasn't massive, it was extremely violent, directly causing his brain to short-circuit for a short while.

After digesting these memories, Qian Xunzong finally adjusted, though he was still somewhat dumbfounded because he had crossed over—and moreover, he had crossed into the Douluo Continent.

This was a special world where there was no battle qi, no magic, only...

Well, in short, things just turned out this way. Qian Xunzong had simply been complaining when his own chandelier crashed down right onto his face, dispatching him directly to this place.

Thinking of this, Qian Xunzong couldn't help feeling a ache in his balls. Back in Magic City, he had enjoyed a life where food was brought to his mouth and clothing handed to his body. Though he lost both parents at the start, fortunately they had been giants in their time, leaving him a villa.

Along with a mere, insignificant tens of billions in assets, which made him a notorious playboy in Magic City since childhood.

Shy ⁽(◍˃̵͈̑ᴗ˂̵͈̑)⁽~

Now they were making him cultivate in this Douluo Continent, fighting and killing every day—wasn't this just asking for his life?

Fortunately, after digesting the memories just now, he learned the identity of this body: a descendant of the Qian Family in Spirit Hall. His older brother was Qian Xunji, his father was the current Supreme Pontiff of Spirit Hall Qian Daoliu, and his grandfather was the current Chief Pontiff of Spirit Hall Qian Xichen.

That's right, he had crossed over early—at least forty years early. Qian Xunji was only twelve years old now, Qian Daoliu was seventy-four, and Qian Xichen was over one hundred and thirty...

(Since there isn't much verifiable data on these ages and they all vary quite a bit, the author has roughly chosen figures that make sense.

Qian Xunji is fourteen years older than Tang Hao, and Tang Hao attained his Title at forty-four, making Qian Xunji fifty-eight. With him currently being twelve, the story takes place forty-six years in advance. Qian Daoliu fell at one hundred and fifty years of age; taking the original timeline's thirty years and adding these forty-six, he is currently seventy-four.

Don't ask why Qian Daoliu only had a son in his sixties—I don't know either, maybe he was still vigorous in his old age. The author really couldn't find much information, so I beg all you dear readers to forgive me, please (humble)!!)

As for Qian Xunzong, he belonged to the 'Xun' generation of the Qian Family today, serving as Qian Xunji's younger brother. He had just turned six and hadn't yet awakened his Martial Soul. According to memories, the reason the original Qian Xunzong had died was because he stubbornly insisted on sparring with Qian Xunji.

The outcome was obvious: Qian Xunzong had gotten beaten like a little brother by Qian Xunji. And that blockhead Qian Xunji had used too much force, directly short-circuiting Qian Xunzong's system and allowing him to steal the nest while the dove was away—or rather, merging the two souls into one. Either way, it was Qian Xunzong now.

[Ding, detected that the host slapped Qian Xunji, system awakening. Do you wish to bind...]

A voice rang out in Qian Xunzong's mind. As a veteran novel reader, how could he not know what a system was? However, he could only sneer.

"Not binding!"

[Understood, binding..., huh??]

"Not binding!"

Why, though? Host?

"Tch, bound to a system and this young master has to go do some weird-ass quests. Making me work like an ox or a horse? Not happening.

Besides, with my background, wouldn't it be great to just be a prodigal son? Why on earth would I go out killing and fighting? Boring as hell...

So anyway, Little System, go back where you came from. Or you know, go bind to my brother Qian Xunji. He looks like total beast-of-burden material. Or my dad Qian Daoliu—yeah, he's basically an ox and a horse right now... As for me, I'd rather just lie flat and be a good-for-nothing aristocrat."

[Host, first of all, the system programming cannot bind to anyone other than the host. Second, this system is not some ox-and-horse system at all, but a Sign-In System!

As the name implies, the host only needs to sign in at different locations to receive generous rewards. Special locations have sign-in cooldowns, and once the cooldown passes, you can sign in again. Absolutely not an ox and a horse!!!]

"Oh, that actually sounds pretty decent. But, Little System, is there any binding gift pack?"

[Uh, there is no...]

"Not binding..."

[There is, there is, there is!!!]

The system expressed that it wasn't easy being a system these days!

Hearing that the system had a binding gift pack, Qian Xunzong finally felt satisfied. "Fine, fine, bind away!"

[Alright, binding in progress..., binding successful!]

[Ding, the system panel has unfolded.]

[Host: Qian Xunzong
Identity: 14th-generation descendant of the Spirit Hall Qian Family.
Age: Six years old
Wuhun: None (Unawakened)
Level: None (Unawakened)
Soul Bone: None
Evaluation: A "completely ordinary" young master.
System Space: One binding gift pack.]