A New Life on Douluo Continent

"Ugh—my head hurts!"

With a low murmur, Xiao Yu laboriously opened his eyes. He raised a hand to his forehead and gently rubbed his temples a few times to ease the pain before finally sitting up.

"Wait, these... these are my hands!"

The next moment, Xiao Yu realized something was wrong. The hands before his eyes were absolutely not the same ones he had seen every day before. They were tender and childish, not the hands someone in his twenties should have. Instead, they looked much like those of his little nephew he had seen a few days ago.

"This body... what the hell? How did I turn into a child?!"

Having finally taken in the full picture, Xiao Yu felt his mind go blank. Already suffering from a splitting headache, he swayed and fell back onto the bed.

"I transmigrated to Douluo Continent!"

Xiao Yu sat on the doorstep with his chin propped on his hand and let out a helpless sigh. What kind of luck was this?

Xiao Yu vaguely remembered that the day before his transmigration, several old classmates who had remained busy since graduation had organized a get-together. Reuniting with old friends naturally called for cheerful drinking, and after a few cups, they chatted about everything under the sun. At one point, they talked about the Douluo Continent anime that had recently finished airing, as well as its protagonist, Tang San.

Xiao Yu had read the original novel back in high school. He had not noticed anything at the time, but as he grew older and gained more experience, the more he thought back on it, the more something felt off.

Fueled by alcohol, he had said, "Tang San's life can be summed up in three stages. The first stage is called My Titled Douluo Father. The second stage is Asura God and Sea God spoon-feeding me my meals. The third stage is How to Turn the Ownerless Douluo Continent into My Tang Family's Private Property."

"Hahaha, what a brilliant summary! Just what I'd expect from Old Xiao!" Xiao Yu's words instantly resonated with the rest of his old friends.

Riding the buzz, Xiao Yu had boasted, "If I had Tang San's script, I could become a god too. Early on, with his dad protecting him, other than Spirit Hall, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and Dugu Bo, who would dare mess around? Later, when his dad couldn't beat Spirit Hall alone, two gods would show up to protect him. Even if he died, he could still be revived."

"Seriously? I just ran my mouth a little, and they really threw me here? What sin did I commit?!"

Xiao Yu shook his head in frustration. Still, since he was here, he might as well make the best of it. Having already endured society's beatings, Xiao Yu had solid mental resilience. Once he confirmed that he truly could not leave, he could only choose to put down roots on Douluo Continent.

After several days of deliberate and casual inquiries, Xiao Yu finally managed to roughly determine the timeline and his identity.

The original owner of this body was also named Xiao Yu. He was four years old this year, an abandoned baby—or rather, an orphan—who had been found by the chief of a small village. However, the village chief already had children and had no interest in adopting Xiao Yu, so he promptly packed him off to an Orphanage in the city.

As for Xiao Yu's location, it was neither the famous Notting City nor Suotuo City from the book. It was also thousands of miles away from the legendary Holy Soul Village. This place fell under the Sylvia Kingdom, another vassal kingdom of the Heaven Dou Empire. It was located in the far northwest of the Heaven Dou Empire, while Holy Soul Village lay in the empire's southwest, placing them at opposite corners.

And now, the renowned Sealed Room Douluo Qian Xunji was still serving as Pope. In other words, the even more renowned Tang God King had probably not yet arrived in this world.

However, Xiao Yu had no way of knowing the precise timeline—such as whether Bibi Dong had already experienced the Secret Chamber Incident, or whether Angel God Qian Renxue, the number one beauty of Douluo Continent whose aura had made countless horny men on Blue Star yearn for her, had been born. He was merely an ordinary member of an Orphanage in a remote little city, without power or influence.

Although he could not learn much, in order to establish himself more firmly on Douluo Continent, Xiao Yu began training after adjusting his mindset, hoping to lay a better foundation for his martial soul awakening at the age of six.

As for his training method, Xiao Yu was not Tang San and did not possess a cheat technique like the Mysterious Heaven Skill. Therefore, he could only choose the most primitive method, and also the most common method at Shrek Academy: running and weighted running.

It had to be said that although Yu Xiaogang was, like his beloved disciple Tang San, a truly terrible person, his theoretical knowledge was not entirely without merit.

In Xiao Yu's estimation, his theories were based on the materials and book collections of his family's Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and Spirit Hall. He extracted, analyzed, summarized, and refined information from those massive records, making bold conjectures and hypotheses. It was definitely not as simple as mere plagiarism, otherwise it would have been difficult to deceive others.

Bibi Dong, blinded by love, was one thing, but Ning Fengzhi, the later Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and Xue Ye had also held him in high regard. They elevated him to the position of Imperial Advisor of the Heaven Dou Empire and even entrusted the royal family's Soul Master Legion to him for training. If they had merely wanted to win over his disciple Tang San, lavish rewards and high office would have sufficed. After all, those were the Heaven Dou Empire's directly controlled elite troops. What if Yu Xiaogang trained them into uselessness?

That said, Yu Xiaogang's theories were certainly not invincible. Xiao Yu guessed that due to Yu Xiaogang's own strength and various limitations, there were still many flaws in his theories and methods of training Soul Masters. However, they were still a decent guide for low-level Soul Masters.

It was actually quite simple. Low-level Soul Masters could train their bodies by running while carrying stones, but as their strength increased and they reached a certain level, their powerful Soul Power would support them. Forget carrying one basket of stones—even a hundred baskets would be effortless, and the training would naturally lose its original purpose.

This also explained why Ning Fengzhi and Xue Ye had dared to entrust the Heaven Dou Empire's Soul Master Legion to him for training. Among the army's lower and middle ranks, the highest cultivation was probably Soul King, while most were likely Soul Ancestors, Soul Elders, or Soul Grand Masters. They happened to fit Yu Xiaogang's theoretical standards. As for the high-ranking Soul Masters with deep cultivation, they had plenty of military affairs to handle. How would they have time to come accept Yu Xiaogang's guidance?

A year later, as the sun set behind the western hills, Xiao Yu returned to the Orphanage after completing a day of training. However, the fact that he could still stroll back on his own showed that his training intensity had not reached the level of the Shrek Seven Devils in the book.

Still, that was only natural. After their life-and-death training each day, they had medicinal baths to soak in. Xiao Yu, an orphan with nothing to his name, had no such conditions. Training too hard might instead inflict irreparable damage on his body and affect his future.

Just as Xiao Yu finished bathing and prepared to head back for a good night's sleep, he heard two Orphanage caretakers talking along the way. "Did you hear? Qian Xunji, the Pope of Spirit Hall, passed away a few days ago. Saintess Bibi Dong has already succeeded him as Pope!"