Douluo Continent

    Holy Soul Village

    "Huff…"

    Inside a thatched wooden hut, a six-year-old boy lay slumped over a table, drooling in his sleep. Startled awake by the electronic voice, he rubbed his bleary eyes and looked around:

    "Holy shit!"

    "I''ve time-traveled? And got a system?!"

    His name was Zhang Fan. On Earth, he''d been an ordinary middle schooler. While rushing to a gaming café, he''d used a "two-and-a-half-step jump" (honed from two-and-a-half years of basketball practice) to save a kid crossing the street—only to be struck by a Porsche. Now, he''d awakened in .

    The original body''s mother had died in childbirth. His father was murdered by Tang Hao (Tang San''s father) for accidentally witnessing Tang San practicing the Xuan Tian Gong while chopping wood in the mountains. Tang San later used the corpse to test poisons and needles. , Zhang Fan vowed silently.

    "Only one word?" Zhang Fan mused. Having read similar novels, he knew how to twist plots wildly.

    "Got it!" Zhang Fan nodded.

    "Xiao Fan… are you home?" A hoarse, elderly voice called from outside. When no one answered, the speaker chuckled:

    "Has the little rascal gone to peep at Widow Wang bathing again?"

    "Tch… As if!" Zhang Fan grimaced.

    He turned to see an old man at the door—Village Chief Jack. The man was in his sixties, tall and lean, with sharp eyes, neat robes, and perfectly combed hair:

    "Xiao Fan, you''re six now. Today, a deacon from Notting City''s Spirit Hall branch is here to awaken the children''s spirits. He''s a Great Soul Master! With your family gone, come to me if you need help. And stop causing trouble!"

    Jack''s eyes glowed with reverence at the title "Great Soul Master."

    "Tang San from the blacksmith''s family is also attending."

    "Understood!" Zhang Fan replied calmly, though murderous intent flickered in his eyes at  name. He followed Jack to the Spirit Hall.

    Golden rice fields and lush vegetable patches stretched around them. Along the way, Jack lectured:

    "Soul masters are Douluo''s most revered profession—mighty warriors or extraordinary supporters. Their ranks have ten tiers. Once your spirit awakens, you''ll be a Soul Scholar…"

    Soon, they reached the village''s central wooden hall. Nine children stood in line. The last was Tang San—a wheat-skinned boy in blue with short black hair. Zhang Fan took his place behind him.

    Su Yuntao, the Spirit Hall deacon, wore a proud smirk:

    "I''ve visited six villages and found no child with soul power or a viable spirit. Sect heirs become soul masters easily. For commoners? Rare."

    Shaking his head, he focused on the nine children. As a patrol deacon, awakening a child with talent would earn him accolades.

    "I am Su Yuntao, Level 26 Great Soul Master! I will now awaken your spirits."

    He arranged six black stones and a glowing crystal ball. One by one, the children stepped forward: S~ea??h the ηovelFire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    "Spirit: Scythe. Tool-type. No soul power. Next."

    "Spirit: Sheep. Useless. Next."

    Finally, Tang San''s turn came. Golden light engulfed him as Su Yuntao channeled energy. Tang San''s Xuan Tian Gong inner force surged toward his palm.

    A system window popped before Zhang Fan. He swapped  (草) for  (鸡).

    Crack!

    The Blue Silver Grass rapidly grew, bloomed, and fruited. A red rooster with blue-silver stripes hatched, pecking Tang San''s shoes and clucking affectionately.

    "Cluck-cluck!" It flapped its wings, growing to full size and nuzzling Tang San like a mother hen.

    Su Yuntao sighed:

    "Useless Spirit: Blue Silver Chicken."

    "What… is this?" Tang San stared blankly at the bizarre rooster.

    Villagers burst into laughter:

    "A chicken that trained for two-and-a-half years?!"

    Even Tang Hao, hiding nearby, furrowed his brows in confusion.

    "Yes!"

    Warm energy flooded Zhang Fan''s body.

    "Let me test for soul power," Tang San insisted.

    "No point—" Su Yuntao froze as the crystal ball blazed blue.

    "Innate Full Soul Power?!"

    The crowd gasped. Tang San''s Blue Silver Chicken clucked triumphantly.

    Zhang Fan smirked.