Spirit Hall secretly entered an era of frenzied competition!

"Waaah, waaah, waaah..."

Who could have imagined that the third child would burst into tears the moment he heard the name Qian Daoliu had chosen?

Poor Qian Xunji was a first-time father, too.

He was utterly flustered.

"Father, why is this child crying so hard?"

"Is he feeling unwell?"

"Or does he dislike the name?"

The maid beside them was so frightened by the scene that she waved her hands frantically, then hurriedly reached out to take him.

But no matter how she soothed him.

How she rocked him.

How she patted him.

The third child kept crying, wailing without pause.

At that moment, Qian Daoliu frowned deeply as he watched the inconsolable baby.

"That cry is strong and full of vigor. That is a good sign."

"But why did he start crying like this the moment he heard the name Qian Renhao?"

"Does he truly dislike the name?"

Qian Daoliu stroked his chin and pondered for a moment.

Then he suddenly slapped his forehead, as though something had occurred to him.

"I remember now."

"Last night, I had a dream. A voice in it kept repeating the name Yuhao."

"And it happens to be raining today. The steady rain outside fits the 'rain' in that name perfectly."

"Since he dislikes Qian Renhao."

"Let us call him Qian Yuhao instead."

The instant he finished speaking.

Something miraculous happened.

The third child, who had been crying his heart out, abruptly fell silent.

His little face was still scrunched up.

But he had indeed stopped crying.

Only then did he open his eyes wide and stare at the utterly unfamiliar faces before him, completely bewildered.

At the same time, Huo Yuhao's thoughts began echoing wildly in Qian Renchuan's mind.

Where on earth am I?

Wasn't I reborn?

Shouldn't I be at the White Tiger Duke's Mansion?

Why don't I recognize a single person around me?

And that woman on the bed clearly isn't my mother, Huo Yun'er!

Most absurd of all, why is my surname Qian?

Qian Yuhao? What kind of ridiculous name is that?

What on earth is going on?

At that moment, Huo Yuhao's little head was a complete jumble.

Hadn't Tang San schemed against him, leading to his rebirth with his memories intact?

He had been overjoyed, thinking he had returned to his childhood at the White Tiger Duke's Mansion, where he could start over, protect his mother, and reclaim everything that belonged to him.

Yet the moment he opened his eyes.

Everything had changed.

There was no familiar woodshed, no mother named Huo Yun'er.

Now even his surname had been changed?

Hearing Huo Yuhao's thoughts as he teetered on the verge of a breakdown, Qian Renchuan nearly laughed himself senseless inside his swaddling beside him.

Hahaha, the youngest is completely dumbfounded.

He thought he'd returned to the White Tiger Duke's Mansion, but instead he jumped ten thousand years into the past and ended up in Spirit Hall.

Qian Renchuan was finally certain that he had transmigrated into the era of Spirit Hall in the first installment of Douluo Continent.

And it was right when Bibi Dong had given birth to Qian Renxue.

His arrival, however, seemed to have changed something.

What should have been an only daughter had become triplets.

He was the eldest brother, Qian Renxue was the second child, and Huo Yuhao was the youngest.

But Huo Yuhao had no idea.

Reborn with memories from ten thousand years in the future, he had expected to return to his own era, only to land somewhere completely unfamiliar.

Of course he was stunned.

Utterly stunned.

Seeing that Qian Yuhao really had stopped crying, Qian Xunji finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"An inspired decision, Father."

"It seems this child was destined to be called Qian Yuhao."

"Our Qian Family has been doubly blessed today. No, triply blessed!"

Qian Daoliu was smiling from ear to ear as well.

He gazed at the three swaddled babies, unable to get enough of them.

One moment, he stroked Qian Renchuan's little cheek; the next, he played with Qian Renxue.

After holding them a while longer.

Qian Daoliu finally turned to the maids.

"You must take excellent care of these three children."

"If anything at all happens to them, you will answer for it!"

The frightened maids hurriedly dropped to their knees and kowtowed.

"Yes, Grand Priest!"

With the instructions given, Qian Xunji and Qian Daoliu finally turned and left.

They intended to announce this joyous news to all of Spirit Hall, and even the entire Douluo Continent.

The Saintess of Spirit Hall had given birth to triplets.

This was undoubtedly a major event that would shake every faction.

Time flew.

Six years passed in the blink of an eye.

By then, Qian Renchuan, Qian Renxue, and Huo Yuhao were all six years old.

The time to awaken their martial souls was approaching.

People on the Douluo Continent generally developed early.

On top of that, Spirit Hall provided excellent food and showered them with rare natural treasures as though they cost nothing.

As a result, the six-year-old Qian Renchuan, Qian Renxue, and Huo Yuhao were all considerably taller than ordinary children their age.

The boys were handsome.

The girl was exquisitely lovely.

In the eyes of Spirit Hall's elders especially, these three children were nothing short of treasures bestowed by heaven.

But only Qian Renchuan knew.

Just what sort of "contest for the crown of overachiever" had played out within Spirit Hall over those six years.

These three children.

Not one of them behaved like a normal child.

First came the Second Young Lady, Qian Renxue.

Ever since she had learned to walk, her little face had seemed perpetually cold as frost, and she barely acknowledged anyone.

But whenever she had the chance.

Qian Renxue would run to the Worship Hall.

She would find a cushion before the Angel God Statue and sit there for an entire day.

It moved Qian Daoliu to tears, and he constantly praised his granddaughter's spiritual aptitude.

Yet hearing her thoughts made Qian Renchuan's scalp prickle.

Tang San, you shattered my godhood in my previous life.

In this life, I began comprehending the angel origin at the age of two!

Once I regain the Angel Godhood, let's see how you can possibly fight me!

Next came the Third Young Master.

Huo Yuhao.

Oh.

No.

To the people of Spirit Hall, his name was Qian Yuhao.

This fellow was even more extreme.

Every morning, before dawn.

Huo Yuhao would get up right on time and run alone to the cliff on Spirit Hall's Back Mountain.

Facing the first wisp of purple energy from the rising sun, he would stare fixedly toward the east.

The maids thought the Third Young Master simply enjoyed watching the sunrise.

But Qian Renchuan knew that the boy was furiously cultivating the Mysterious Heaven Skill and Purple Demon Eyes!

"Spirit Hall really is an extravagant, evil organization, just as Shrek's ancient books recorded!"

"But I'm too weak right now. I can't run away yet."

At the edge of the cliff, Huo Yuhao muttered to himself, having already learned that he had been reborn in Spirit Hall's era, ten thousand years in the past.

In his previous life.

The records of Shrek Academy ten thousand years later had depicted Spirit Hall as utterly evil.

They had sought to overthrow the continent.

To destroy the continent.

They were the embodiment of evil.

Those books had portrayed Spirit Hall as many times more wicked than even Evil Soul Masters.

In the end, Shrek Academy had stepped forward, turned the tide, and destroyed Spirit Hall.

That had also established Shrek Academy's illustrious reputation throughout the Douluo Continent.

After being steeped in those accounts and indoctrinated for so long, Huo Yuhao saw Spirit Hall as utterly evil.

Even though Tang San's betrayal and backstabbing in his previous life had left him hating Tang San to the bone.

He still could not shake the preconceptions formed by years of indoctrination.

And so, after learning all this.

Huo Yuhao's first reaction had been to run away.

To escape this evil organization, except he was still too young and had not even awakened his martial soul.