Chapter 1

Outside the Holy Soul Village.

The sky was just beginning to brighten, and the white fog covered the various wooden houses in the village, which were not very tall.

A little boy wearing simple hemp clothes slowly ran out of the foggy village entrance.

He had wheat-colored skin, bright eyes, and even breathing. He ran unhurriedly toward the small hill in front of him.

Halfway there, he suddenly remembered something. He stopped at the foot of the hill and looked at a huge rock.

On top of the boulder, there was a little boy about the same size as him lying down.

The little boy had delicate features and was very pleasing to the eye. However, at this moment, he had a lazy look on his face. He was lying on a huge rock with his legs crossed and a strand of Bluesilver Grass, which could be found everywhere in the village, was chewing happily.

"Big Brother Feng, you wake up so early every day. Do you want to train with me today?"

He smiled at the little boy on the huge rock.

"Little Third? Go back, I'm still sleeping. Sleep a little longer. It's getting hotter and hotter. Wake me up when you're done. "

The little boy on the huge rock didn't open his eyes. He seemed to already know someone was coming, so he spoke lazily.

"… Big Brother Feng, can you not call me Little Third … Little Third?"

Tang San laughed bitterly.

Big Brother Feng's full name was Wang Feng.

He was a few months older than Tang San and was famous for being lazy in the Holy Soul Village.

Other five- or six-year-old boys at this age would get up early to train in preparation for awakening their martial souls.

If not, they would get up early to plow the fields and do some farm work with their parents.

But Big Brother Feng often had a hopeless expression on his face. He would lie down in the morning and do nothing.

However, Big Brother Feng was very pitiful. When he was born, Grandpa Village Chief told him that his mother died in childbirth.

Later, his father was too sad and fell ill from overwork. He died in less than a year.

As a result, Grandpa Village Chief adopted Big Brother Feng.

As the days passed, Big Brother Feng gradually understood that other than going to pay respects to his parents every year, he wouldn't be immersed in the grief of his parents' early death.

Although he was lazy, Big Brother Feng was indeed very smart.

Thinking of this, Tang San looked at the little boy lying on the huge rock with admiration.

In the past few years, Big Brother Feng had used some unknown method to greatly increase the Holy Spirit Village's food and vegetable production. The originally barren Holy Spirit Village gradually became rich.

Big Brother Feng also erected the pillar at the entrance of the village that Grandpa Village Chief said might be the handprint left behind by the legendary Soul Sage.

He told his nickname that this was a handprint left behind by a Soul Sage. He even made up a bunch of stories and made them sound as if they were gods. He said that as long as they came to pay their respects to this handprint, they would have a chance to become a Soul Sage in the future!

It attracted a lot of tourists from the surrounding villages. Even tourists from Notting City often came to the village to pay their respects.

In less than two years, the originally remote and barren Holy Soul Village was turned into a small town.

Even Dad said that Feng brat was different from other people … He was smart and sensible.

Everyone in the village liked him.

But he was too lazy.

"Not Little Three …" Wang Feng thought for a while, "Then, should I call him Big Three?"

"…" Tang San was speechless. "Just call me Little Three. Big Brother Feng, I'm going to train now."

With that, Tang San waved his hand and quickly climbed toward the small hill in the distance.

Although he was small, his hands and feet were very agile. The small hill that was more than a hundred meters high was like flat ground in front of him.

In just a few minutes, he climbed to the top of the hill.

"As the saying goes, three parts of fate, seven parts of hard work … ninety parts of a golden finger … As the protagonist of the Douluo Continent, it's really different …"

Wang Feng had a sour expression as he looked at Tang San's clean and neat moves.

How could this be the skill of a six-year-old boy?

Like himself, not to mention climbing up, he couldn't even run for a while.

"We're all transmigrators … Little Three, you're the reincarnation of the strong …"

Wang Feng sighed, "I'm different. I'm the reincarnation of the weak … I'm a twenty-first-century, dutiful otaku. How did I transmigrate to the world of the Douluo Continent? Not only did I transmigrate, but I even transmigrated into the body of a supporting character. "

"The golden finger didn't even give me one. How can I play this game? "

Yes.

Wang Feng was also a transmigrator, but compared to the protagonist Tang San, he was much worse.

He didn't have a heaven-defying background, nor did he have a Ding Ding System, nor did he have an awesome Martial Spirit …

Of course, Wang Feng was very eager, but he didn't have it!

Therefore, Wang Feng had been idle for six years. He could only rely on the wisdom of his previous life to barely improve the Holy Soul Village, so that he and the villagers could live a little more comfortably.

"Not long later, the official storyline of the Douluo Continent will begin. The tool, Su Yuntao, should be arriving soon … If I were to awaken a Scythe Martial Soul or a Hoe Martial Soul, I might as well smash my head into tofu and die."

Wang Feng chewed on the Blue Silver Grass and looked at Tang San, who was breathing and practicing the Mysterious Heaven Method and the Purple Demon Eyes on the small hill.

In his eyes, there was incomparable envy.

Every day, he would sit on this huge rock and watch Tang San cultivate. He wanted to see if he could secretly learn a move or two.

Unfortunately, he wasn't a genius and didn't have X-ray vision.

After watching for more than a year, he didn't see anything.

On the other hand, as he watched Tang San slowly become stronger, he was filled with jealousy and jealousy.

"In those douluo novels I read in my previous life, if you casually become sworn brothers with Tang San, he would teach you all the Tang Sect's secret techniques … What nonsense!"

Thinking of this, Wang Feng immediately cursed those hateful and stupid authors in his heart.

This Tang San was not a six-year-old child. His soul was a genius who fooled many of the Tang Sect's higher-ups, created the Tang Sect's supreme hidden weapon, the Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus, and learned the Tang Sect's highest internal strength.

And the soul of an adult!

Even his father, Tang Hao, didn't tell him about the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record.

When he was six years old, he hid it as the biggest secret.

Why would he tell an outsider?

He had just transmigrated to the Douluo Continent. Even if he was his biological brother, Tang San might not pass it to him.

"I really want to go back … Sigh, I don't have a phone, no computer, no TikTok, and no games. I don't know if G7 or FPX won S4."

"I can't even f * cking find the resources … Forget it, I can't f * cking play anyway."

Wang Feng sighed.

For the past six years, he had always wanted to go back.

If he had a cheat, Wang Feng felt that he would definitely have lofty ambitions. He would roam the four seas of the Douluo Continent, fight fierce battles, marry a few beautiful girls, create a brilliant reputation, and leave behind a legendary story …

No?

Forget it, I'll just be a salted fish.

After a while, as the sun rose in the sky, endless purple light sprinkled on the ground as if a layer of bright clothes was draped over it.

Wang Feng also felt a faint warmth.

"Lil 'San should be done with his cultivation soon, right?"

Just as Wang Feng finished muttering, he saw Tang San walking down from the small hill in high spirits.

"Brother Feng, why are you still holding the Bluesilver Grass in your mouth?"

Tang San looked at Wang Feng, who was still lying on the huge rock and basking in the rising sun, and said helplessly.

"What, you still look down on the Bluesilver Grass?"

Wang Feng chewed a few times.

"After all, this is … the most ordinary grass."

Tang San said seriously, "However, although it is an ordinary grass, its vitality is also the most vigorous and tenacious. This point, the Bluesilver Grass is not ordinary. I don't mean to look down on it. "

Hearing these words, Wang Feng looked at Tang San with a dumbfounded expression.

As expected of the protagonist, he was different from the other brats. He could even say such profound words.

"That's right, so I've decided. Lil 'San, your Martial Spirit will be the Bluesilver Grass from now on!"

Wang Feng said lazily.

"Brother Feng, you're too mean …"

Tang San laughed bitterly, "You're cursing me!"

After all, this was the most ordinary grass. Tang San still hoped that his Martial Spirit would be a little better …

"However, the Martial Spirit will only appear after it is awakened. Brother Feng, what you said doesn't count …"

Tang San smiled and left. He didn't forget to turn around and say, "Brother Feng, remember to go back to the village for dinner."

Wang Feng silently watched Tang San leave and sighed faintly. For a moment, his heart felt sour.

It was also at this time.

"Ding, Douluo Continent's storyline has officially begun … Congratulations to the host for the first time, you have obtained an item: Meteoric Tear!"

"Note, the item will be delivered to the host's side in the real world. It is estimated to arrive tonight … Please check."

"The next time you check in: Holy Spirit Village, Martial Spirit Palace! If you can reach the Innate Full Soul Force, you will trigger an additional mysterious Martial Spirit! Hope the host can work hard to improve! "

Boom!

As this voice sounded in his mind, Wang Feng jumped up from the huge rock like a cat with its hair standing on end!

His face was flushed with excitement …