Outside the Holy Soul Village. The sky was bright and the white mist covered the small wooden houses in the village. A little boy dressed in plain linen clothes ran out from the misty village gate. He has wheat-colored skin, bright eyes and even breath. He ran to the small mountain in front of him without any rush, halfway through, he suddenly remembered something and stopped at the foot of the hill and looked to one of the boulders. I saw a little boy about his size lying on the boulder.
The little boy had beautiful eyes and looked very attractive but at the moment he looked lazy, lying on the boulder, with his legs outstretched, his mouth still holding a blue silver grass that can be seen everywhere in and outside of the village, chewing it.
"Brother Feng, you woke up so early every day, will you work out with me today?"
He smiled at the little boy on the boulder.
"Little San'er? Get out, I'm going to rest and sleep for a while. The sky is getting hotter. When you finish exercising then come and wake me up again."
The little boy on the boulder didn't open his eyes, he seemed to have known the person, so he said lazily.
"...Brother Feng, can you not call me by the name San'er..."
Tang San gave a wry smile Feng'ge, his full name is Wang Feng and is a few months older than him, also a famous little slacker in Holy Soul Village. Other five or six-year-old boys, at this age, either mostly get up and exercise in the morning to prepare for the awakening of the martial soul or they get up early to cultivate the land and do some farm work with their parents. Brother Feng, often looks hopeless in the morning, lying down and doing nothing.
However, Brother Feng is very pitiful. When he was first born, he heard from the village chief grandpa that his mother had passed away because of dystocia. Later, his father was overwhelmed with grief and became ill from overwork. Within a year, he also passed away. Then, brother Feng was adopted by the village chief grandpa. As the days passed, Feng'ge gradually became accustomed to the life as the grandson of the chief of Holy Soul Village. In addition to paying respect to his parents every year, he would not be immersed in the sadness of his parents' early death. Although he is lazy, Feng'ge is really smart.
Thinking of this, Tang San still looked at the little boy lying on the boulder with some admiration. In the past few years, he didn't know how but Feng'ge made the Holy Soul Village's food and vegetable output greatly increase, making the originally barren Holy Soul Village gradually richer. Feng'ge also stood up at the entrance of the village near the pillar, which village chief grandpa claimed to have the palm print of a Soul Saint and also compiled a lot of stories, saying to the people that came from outside the village that as long as they come to pay their respects and touch the pillar, they may become the Soul Saint in the future!
It attracted a lot of people from the nearby villages and town around, even people from Nuoding City. Now there are often tourists who come to the village to pay their respect. The remote and barren Holy Soul Village became built like a small town within two years. Even his father said, that his brain works different from others... and is smart and sensible. Even the whole village likes him and feels gratitude toward him but the only defect one can find in him is he is too lazy.
"Do not call you Xiao San?..." Wang Feng thought for a while, "so should I call you little San?"
"..." Tang San looked speechless, "Let's call Xiao San, Brother Feng, I'm going to exercise first."
After saying this Tang San waved his hand and swiftly climbed up the distant hill. Although he is small, his hands and feet are very swift. The hill over a hundred meters high seem to be flat in front of him.
Within a few minutes, he climbed to the top of the mountain. (E/n: Idk why but sometimes it is hill and sometimes mountain).
"No matter what as the protagonist of the Douluo Continent and being born with plot armour, it is quite different..."
Wang Feng looked at Tang San's clean and sleek expression with an expression that was just right for lemon. (E/n: It meant he is sour).
Is this what a six-year-old boy should do and be capable of?
Like himself from before, let alone climb up, he can't even walk after running for a while.
"We are both traverser... Xiao San but you are still better than me from birth..."
Wang Feng sighed leisurely, "I'm different, after all I was a weak normal human from a small house in the 21st century, how can I compare to a reborn cultivator with all the memories of his previous life including cultivation techniques."
"Without a gold finger, how can I be an equal to him?"
Yes. Wang Feng is also a traverser, but compared to the protagonist Tang San, he is much worse. There is no background that can stand against the sky, no 'Ding Ding' system and no martial arts spirit.
Therefore, Wang Feng has been a saltied fish for the last six years but with the wisdom and knowledge of his previous life, he can barely improve the living standard and food production of the Holy Soul Village, so that he and the villagers can live life a little more comfortably.
"Soon, the official plot of the Douluo Continent will begin and the tool man Su Yuntao will come... If I awaken a sickle spirit or a Blue fucking Silver grass spirit, I will just slam my head on the tofu and kill myself directly."
Wang Feng chewed on the blue silver grass and continued looking at Tang San who was on the hill breathing out, cultivating Mysterious Heaven Technique and Purple Demon Eye. He felt extremely envious of those technique and everyone else in the Douluo world too if they found about it as its one of the main reason why Tang San can cultivate so fast in the original.
He was on this boulder every day, watching Tang San practice just wondering and hoping if he could secretly learn it.
Unfortunately, he is not a genius and he has no comprehemsion.
He watched it for more than a year but didn't learn anything.
But watching Tang San slowly grow stronger, the lemons are full of baskets.
"Those Douluo fan fiction that I read in my previous life says just be in good terms with with Tang San and make him a brother and he will teach you all of Tang Sect's unique cultivation and martial arts... they don't know jack shit!"
When Wang Feng thought of this, he suddenly scolded the authors who made this all up.
This Tang San is not only a six-year-old child but also has the soul of a genius who has played tricks on many high-level elders of Tang Sects and can also create the Tang Sect's supreme hidden weapon Buddha Fury Lotus and learn the highest internal strength scripture of Tang Sect and has the soul of an adult!
Even to his father, Tang Hao, he didn't mention anything about this Mysterious Heaven Technique. It was hidden as the biggest secret. How can he tell this technique to an outsider? He had just crossed to the Douluo Continent not long ago, even if he was his real brother, Tang San might not pass it to him.
"I really want to go back... Oh, no cell phone, no computer, can't use modern toilets, can't play games and I still don't know if I have any useful martial soul."
"I can't find the resources even if I know it from previous life... Forget it, I won't move."
Wang Feng sighed.
For the past six years, he has always wanted to go back.
If there was a gold finger, Wang Feng feels that he must have been proud and ambitious.
In this Douluo Continent, he would have fight fiercely in all directions, marry few beautiful girls, create a reputation and left a legend of his name...
No?
Forget it, after a while, as the rising sun was on the horizon, the purple clouds scattered on the ground as if they were covered with bright clothes.
Wang Feng also felt a touch of warmth of the sunlight.
"Tang San, you should be done soon, right?"
As soon as Wang Feng finished muttering, he saw Tang San walking down the hill in a glamorous manner.
"Brother Feng, why are you still holding blue silver grass in your mouth?"
Tang San looked at Wang Feng, who was still lying on the boulder, basking in the rising sun, and said helplessly.
"Why, do you still look down on Blue Silver Grass?"
Wang Feng chewed a few times.
"This is... the most common grass after all."Tang San said seriously, "However, even though it is an ordinary grass, its vitality is also the most vigorous and tenacious. In this regard, the blue-silver grass is not ordinary. I don't mean to look down upon it."
Hearing these words, Wang Feng looked at Tang San dumbly. He deserves to be the protagonist. He is different from the rest of the little kids and can say these very meaningful words.
"That's rightโฆ. so I decided, Xiao San, that your martial soul will be Blue Silver Grass!" Wang Feng said lazily.
"Brother Feng, you are too bad, right..."
Tang San gave a wry smile, "you cursed me!"
After all, this is the most common plant grass, Tang San still has hope that his martial soul will be a little better...
"However, the martial soul will only appear after awakening, brother Feng, what you said is not counted..."Tang San left with a smile, not forgetting to turn around and say something, "Brother Feng, remember to go back to the village for dinner."
Wang Feng watched Tang San go away silently, sighed faintly. His heart was sour for a while but just as he resigned to his fate of being a commoner . It is also at this time.
"Ding! The story of Douluo Mainland is officially begining... Congratulations to the host for the first time to check in and get the item: Meteoric Tears!"
(E/N : Those who know what it is knows where its from and for those who don't, it's from a novel called Stellar Transformation, its actually quite a good treasure).
"Note, the item will be delivered to the host in a realistic way. It is expected to arrive this evening...Please check it carefully."
"Ding! Next time you can check in Holy Soul Village, Soul Hall! If you can check in with the innate full soul power, it will trigger additional mysterious martial arts! Hope the host will work hard to improve!"
Boom!
With this sound in his mind, Wang Feng jumped directly from the boulder like a cat flushed with excitement...
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