Chapter 1: Stealing the Blue Silver Emperor Bloodline

Empire Soul Village

Yes, you heard right, it's not Saint Soul Village, it's Empire Soul Village.

Empire Soul Village is located in the Fasno Province, south of Notting City, with a population of about one hundred households, only three to five miles away from Saint Soul Village.

It is said that many years ago, Empire Soul Village wasn't called Empire Soul Village, and Saint Soul Village wasn't called Saint Soul Village either.

One day, suddenly, a Soul Saint with the eighth rank of soul power appeared from Saint Soul Village, and the name Saint Soul Village came into being.

A few days later, the neighboring Blue Silver Village (now known as Empire Soul Village) also produced a Soul Emperor, unwilling to fall behind.

How many years ago was it? Whether a Soul Saint or Soul Emperor really appeared is unknown! But ever since then, the two neighboring villages changed their names to Saint Soul Village and Empire Soul Village!

By the creek, a child about five or six years old, with a Blue Silver Grass in his mouth, lazily lay on the grass, enjoying the sunlight.

He had his hands behind his head, his legs crossed, and his feet tapping non-stop, while humming a tune.

"Little Er Lang, go to school with your backpack.

In the distance, the village elder of Empire Soul Village, Tom, saw the child slacking off again and immediately grabbed a carrying pole, rushing over.

Tom shouted while running: "You lazy little brat, next month you'll awaken your martial soul. If you don't have good physical fitness, how are you going to become a soul master? Just wait, I'll teach you a lesson!"

The child realized things were bad.

With a somersault, he instantly jumped up and ran as fast as he could.

"Don't chase me, Grandpa Tom, what's the point of exercising every day? I'll never become a soul master anyway."

"You little brat, don't run!"

Tom shouted out of breath.

"No, if I stop, you'll beat me again."

He wasn't listening! After all, this old man had often beaten him with the carrying pole.

The two chased and fled.

Half an hour later, both were out of breath, lying on the ground.

Tom grabbed the child's little leg, quickly breathing in fresh air, and said in a low voice, "Finally caught you! See if you dare slack off again."

At this moment, the child didn't even have the strength to speak. After being forced to run at full speed for half an hour, what did he do wrong?

"I won't run anymore, you can beat me to death, I'm exhausted!"

Tom looked at the usually mischievous child, who was now in such a pathetic state, and laughed loudly, then said earnestly, "You little brat, now you know how hard it is! Alright! You ran for so long today, I'll let you go for now."

After resting for a while, the two returned to the village.

Tom and the child walked side by side on the small path.

"Grandpa Tom, why are you so determined for me to become a soul master?"

The child asked the question that had been bothering him for a long time.

Tom sighed and said, "Sigh! That old Jack from the neighboring village has been bragging about how their village produced a Soul Saint. Our Empire Soul Village just followed the trend, but the Soul Emperor we produced is fake!"

"Humph! That annoying old man."

"However, if you can become a soul master, I can finally slap his face in front of him."

Thinking about how he could slap Jack's face one day, Tom laughed heartily.

The child twitched his mouth, rolled his eyes at Tom, and said, "But didn't you say that my deceased parents both had the Blue Silver Grass martial soul? So, I'll probably awaken the Blue Silver Grass too."

Tom's laughter immediately stopped, and he raised his hand to tap the child's head.

"Ow, ow, ow!"

The child covered his head with both hands and squatted on the ground, pretending to be in pain.

Seeing the child's comical performance, Tom shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"Stop howling, I didn't hit you hard," Tom thought for a moment and then continued, "Last year I asked Master Su Yun Tao about it. Martial souls sometimes... sometimes they have what? Oh yes, soul soul mutations. Maybe your martial soul will mutate and become something powerful?"

Tom's words made the child stop pretending. He sighed, stood up, and walked back to his run-down house.

Before leaving, he waved his little hand at Tom to say goodbye.

"Soul soul mutation? Is it really that easy? Besides, it's Blue Silver Grass. I'm not like Tang San, who has the Blue Silver Emperor bloodline."

That's right, this child is a transmigrator.

In his past life on Blue Star, he was just a worker, who happened to watch a whole night of Douluo Dalu and died of a heart attack the next day.

When he woke up again, he found himself reincarnated as a baby.

As he gradually grew, he spent two years learning the language of Douluo Dalu and realized he had been given a very impressive, yet embarrassing name – Zuzong, meaning "ancestor of the clan."

Every time Elder Tom introduced Zuzong to others, he always struggled, and so, he began calling him "stinky brat." Over time, everyone forgot that his real name was Zuzong!

According to Elder Tom, his deceased parents were named Zuwang, a name chosen by his even more distant grandfather, Zudi, who had lowered the expectations. They hoped Zuwang could become a Soul King, but he had no soul power and couldn't cultivate.

As for Zuzong, the expectations were even lower. They only hoped that he could at least become a Soul Master.

At first, when Zuzong learned he had transmigrated into Douluo Dalu, he was quite excited and even ran to the neighboring Saint Soul Village to see the protagonist, Tang San, just to see what this controversial "bad guy" protagonist was like.

But when he saw Tang San, he thought, "Ugh! He looks so ordinary, not even half as handsome as me!" (Author's note: Seems like you're no looker either.)

However, he still wanted to make some connections, because his deceased parents both had the Blue Silver Grass martial soul, which was considered a useless martial soul in this world. If he wanted to cultivate, he had to find a way.

In the world of Douluo Dalu, cultivation methods are rare. The only way was to get his hands on Tang San's Xuantian Kungfu, but Tang San was very clever and always avoided him whenever he saw Zuzong, as if he saw his true ancestor.

Zuzong, who was physically weak, couldn't catch up with Tang San, who practiced the Tang Sect's secret arts. Eventually, he gave up.

In his empty, dilapidated straw hut, lying on a broken bed, staring at the familiar ceiling (or rather, the thatched roof), Zuzong sighed nonstop.

"Ugh! I thought that after transmigrating to Douluo Dalu, I could punch the protagonist, kick the Haotian Clan, marry a beautiful rich girl (cough, I said too much)."

"But now, even cultivating seems like a distant dream. Next month I'm supposed to awaken my martial soul. Could it be that I'm going to die here in Empire Soul Village?"

Suddenly, a voice echoed in Zuzong's mind.

[Beep, detecting the host's inner dissatisfaction, stealing system starting to load, countdown: 10, 9, 8…]

"Shit!"

"Shit!"

"Shit!"

Zuzong, who wasn't very articulate, yelled out three times.

"Haha! I'm finally going to make a comeback. From now on, Tang San, stay as far away from me as possible!"

[Beep, stealing system loading complete, would you like to bind?]

"Quick, quick, bind me now!"

[Stealing system binding complete. Thank you for using.]

Having read plenty of web novels, Zuzong didn't say anything but silently thought in his mind, "System, what functions does the stealing system have?"

[Host, the stealing system mainly allows you to steal treasures from all realms, including but not limited to: abilities, techniques, talent, bloodlines, and more!]

"Haha! Little ancestor is going to be OP."

Little ancestor was the new title Zuzong had given himself. Others may call themselves "young master," but who was Zuzong? He was destined to dominate all realms, of course he had to have a unique self-title, hence the name "little ancestor."

[Beep, host, don't get too excited. Stealing has limitations and risks. You can only steal once a year, and every time you increase your soul power, you gain another opportunity to steal. However, if the hatred value of the person you steal from reaches full value, you will be randomly transported to a location within a mile of the person you stole from, and the duration will be one hour.]

"Shit! So if I steal something from Bibi Dong, like her underwear, and get sent to the Spirit Hall, wouldn't I be dead?"

[Beep, host is wrong. It should be 'ten deaths without life.']

"I don't need you to tell me, little ancestor knows!"

[Beep, the host has not yet used this year's stealing opportunity. Would you like to steal now?]

"Steal! Why not? Go big or go home!"

[Beep, stealing in progress…]

[Beep, congratulations to the host for stealing the Blue Silver Emperor bloodline from Tang San.]

"Shit!"

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