Transmigration

"Damn! Did everyone on Douluo Continent have negative IQs?! Could Tang San really have created all those martial arts and hidden weapons himself? Why did no one ever question it?!"

"And Douluo Continent had existed for at least several thousand years, right? Was it really impossible to create a cultivation method no weaker than the Mysterious Heaven Skill?!"

"And then there were Qian Renxue, Hu Liena, and Bibi Dong, those three love-struck fools. Every one of them had negative IQs whenever Tang San was involved, and they forcibly let Spirit Hall's perfect situation be buried in Tang San's hands. What a great hand of cards, yet they insisted on playing four twos and two jokers. So willful!"

Modu City!

Dark clouds filled the sky. Silver-white serpents of Lightning slithered through them, while rolling thunder rumbled without end, as though the world was about to end.

Boom!

A thick bolt of Lightning crashed down. Its dazzling radiance illuminated the entire sky, followed by deafening thunder that resounded through the heavens. Raindrops as large as beans poured down, instantly soaking the entire city.

Inside an apartment on the edge of the city, a young man lay sprawled across his computer desk, his body convulsing continuously. He had already stopped breathing. The computer screen, which had gone black, suddenly lit up and began playing Douluo Continent.

The young man was named Li Fei. He was twenty-seven years old and had become a full-time content creator after graduation, but he had never gained much attention. Recently, the animated adaptation of Douluo Continent had exposed issues with Tang San's character, and many content creators had gone viral by criticizing it.

Li Fei had also planned to ride the wave and gain some followers. Yet just after finishing his video edit, a bolt of Lightning as thick as a bucket struck him, sending Li Fei straight to his death.

Perhaps Heaven took pity on him and left Li Fei's corpse intact, sparing him from being reduced to ashes by the terrifying heat of the Lightning.

Douluo Continent, near the Star Dou Great Forest, west of the Balak Kingdom, Ze'an City.

As a city near the Star Dou Great Forest, Ze'an City was a necessary stop for Soul Masters entering the forest. Its economy ranked among the best in the entire Balak Kingdom. Nearly all of the city's residents made their living through food and lodging, and their customers were mostly Soul Masters.

The abundance of restaurants and inns also drove the surrounding livestock and agricultural industries, allowing nearby villages to live far more comfortably than those in other parts of the Balak Kingdom. The largest livestock owner in all of Ze'an City was the Li Family.

As the sun set, its lingering rays dimmed the sky. Yet the Li Family residence was brightly lit. Li Ming, the family head, paced restlessly before the door. At six feet three inches tall and nearly three hundred pounds, he looked like a small mountain. From inside, a woman's cries of pain echoed continuously.

"Wah! Wah! ..."

"She's given birth! She's given birth! Wonderful! I, Li Ming, have a child now!"

As the baby cried, Li Ming clenched his fists and shouted excitedly. His massive body was about to rush into the room when a hand stopped him outside.

"Li Ming, you're already this old. Why are you still so reckless?!"

"Aunt Yang, Xin'er is alright, isn't she?! And did she have a boy or a girl?!" Li Ming was no exception. He looked ingratiatingly at the middle-aged woman before him and asked awkwardly.

"Xin'er is fine. She's a Soul Grandmaster herself, and with my soul skill, both mother and son are safe. She's just a little weak after giving birth. The child is lying beside Xin'er, asleep." Aunt Yang rolled her eyes and replied irritably.

"Wonderful!" Li Ming made a victorious gesture with his clenched right fist, then continued looking at Aunt Yang ingratiatingly. "Can I go in now?!"

"You can, but keep your voice down. Xin'er and her son both need rest right now!"

With that, Aunt Yang stepped aside and let Li Ming enter.

The moment he entered the room, Li Ming saw Jiang Xin lying weakly in bed. Her eyes, however, were filled with happiness as she gazed lovingly at the chubby child lying beside her.

"Xin'er, are you alright?!" Li Ming stepped forward, grasped Jiang Xin's hand, and looked at her worriedly.

"I'm fine, Brother Ming." Jiang Xin shook her head and placed her hand on the boy's face. "Come look at our child. I've already thought of a name. Let's call him Li Fei, meaning that this child will surely achieve extraordinary things! Brother Ming, what do you think?!"

"Li Fei. That's truly a good name!"

"So you agree, Brother Ming!"

"Mm! Because Xin'er chose it!"

"You're terrible!"

Six years later, in a small estate in Ze'an City.

The estate was not large, covering less than five hundred square meters in total. Three hundred square meters were devoted to the courtyard, which contained rockeries and a small lake. However, what truly occupied the courtyard was a nearly one-hundred-square-meter dirt training ground.

The training ground contained all kinds of exercise equipment: dumbbells, stone locks, iron rods, and quite a few weapons.

At that moment, a boy who looked about eight years old was doing frog jumps on the training ground, holding a heavy-looking iron rod in his hands. The boy was Li Fei.

"...Ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred!"

After letting out a long breath, Li Fei tossed the iron rod aside. Enduring the soreness in his muscles, he walked to the edge of the training ground, picked up the tea that had been prepared on the table, and gulped it down.

If it weren't for this tea, which was similar to the functional drinks from my previous life and could relieve fatigue and muscle soreness, I might not have achieved these results from training!

Li Fei set the drink back on the table, assessed his physical condition, picked up the iron rod again, and continued doing frog jumps. If a child from his previous life trained like this, their body would have long since become deformed. But in this world, where Soul Masters existed, that would not happen.

The tea Li Fei drank was not cheap at all. A pound of tea leaves cost a full three Gold Soul Coins. It came from a Plant-Type Soul Beast called Jialan Tea and was an extremely valuable item for low-level Soul Masters training. Ordinary families simply could not afford it.

Only the Li Family, the wealthiest family in Ze'an City, could allow Li Fei to train without restraint. He was extremely grateful for that. If he had been born into a family like Tang San's, Li Fei would never have been able to undergo such high-intensity training.

Although he did not know whether this kind of training could improve his innate aptitude, it should at least allow him to gain some additional years when acquiring his First Spirit Ring, right?

After finishing another set of frog jumps, Li Fei did not continue training. Instead, he lay down on the nearby lawn, looked up at the sky, admired the scenery, and began recalling bits and pieces of his previous life.

Before I knew it, I've already lived in this world for six years. Spirit Awakening will take place in a week. Will my Martial Soul be Father's Orange Tabby Soul or Mother's Ink Wild Sparrow? It would be best if it were Father's Orange Tabby Soul. At the very least, a cat-type Martial Soul has some potential for development.

But then again, did Father get even fatter lately? He must weigh at least four hundred pounds now! Was it because of the Orange Tabby Soul, or was he just especially fat!

Thinking about how he might awaken the Orange Tabby Soul in the future and become as fat as his father, Li Fei shuddered unconsciously and violently shook his head several times.