Douluo: Let me loot an airdrop first.

Chapter 1: Transmigrating to Douluo Continent

Douluo Continent, southwestern part of the Empire, Fasno Province, Holy Soul Village.

"Xiao Ning went to training again? There are only three days left until the Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony. She should get some rest."

In the courtyard, Elder Jack of Holy Soul Village sat on a long bench with his wife, leaning against the trunk of a towering tree in the center of the courtyard.

"Back then, wild beasts broke into the village, and Xiao Ning's parents were injured and died protecting everyone. Because of this, Xiao Ning followed the village protection team to learn martial arts from a young age, wanting to strengthen his body to protect himself and the village."

When the old woman recalls the past, she can't help but shed tears. "It's good this way. In a few more years, Xiao Ning will grow up to be as tall and strong as Tang Hao, and he won't be easily bullied."

"Hmph," Old Jack scoffed, letting out a cold snort as he mentioned Tang Hao, seemingly harboring a deep prejudice against him.

"Xiao Ning is clever, quick-witted, and has a sweet tongue. Everyone in the village treats him like their own child. They bring him fruits and vegetables every now and then, which is how he, an orphan, has grown up to where he is today," Old Jack muttered to himself.

"What about Tang Hao? Back then, Xiao Ning would come to their house every day, wanting to learn the blacksmithing trade. It was his own business if he didn't want to teach her, and I, the old man, wouldn't gossip. But Tang Hao, let alone help the poor kid, he wouldn't even glance at Xiao Ning..." Clearly, Old Jack harbored some resentment towards Tang Hao.

"Six years ago, after the wild beast attack on the village, everyone in the village, young and old, who was still able-bodied, spontaneously formed a village protection team. And that Tang Hao! All he does is drink and sleep all day, wasting all that strength he had for blacksmithing. If it weren't for Xiao San being sensible, I would have kicked him out of our Holy Soul Village long ago!"

In the Douluo Continent, spirit beasts roam and dangers abound. Most spirit masters often disregard the lives of ordinary people. If ordinary people cannot unite and form villages, it will be extremely difficult for them to survive.

Therefore, even though the Holy Soul Village is not a clan of the same surname developed from close blood relatives, it is still a community that is as close as lips and teeth and even closer than relatives.

The name "Holy Soul Village" itself reveals a lot. If the villagers didn't have a strong sense of belonging and honor towards their village, why would they be so proud to have produced a Soul Saint and change the name of the village?

Old Jack is now over sixty years old. He has never left his hometown since birth and has taken root in Holy Soul Village. Because of this, the old man, who values ​​the bond with his hometown, is extremely dissatisfied with Tang Hao, who lacks human touch and even ignores his own son's hunger.

"Say less, don't let the mistress hear," the old woman tugged at Village Chief Jack's sleeve, trying to stop his incessant chatter.

"So what if the mistress heard that?" Village Chief Jack said dismissively.

"I'll say this to Tang Hao's face! Drunk all the time, what kind of behavior is this! His mistress has to buy him all the alcohol, who's the father here?"

To be fair, Old Jack's care and devotion to Tang San far exceeded that of Tang Hao, and Tang San was so sensible that he wouldn't hold a grudge against him for speaking ill of Tang Hao.

Even so, old Jack stopped talking. He went inside, put on his clothes, tidied his hair, and called out to his hard-of-hearing wife, "Xiao San will also participate in this year's awakening ceremony. I don't think Tang Hao will worry about it. I'll go and inform him, and then go to the village protection team to find Xiao Ning..."

In the afternoon, the sun was no longer scorching, and the air in Douluo Continent was much better than in the original world. The sun was shining brightly, and it was very warm. The birdsong in the forest was also very pleasant to hear.

The scenery before him was breathtaking, but Ning Yuanshan had no time to appreciate it. Since arriving in this strange continent, he had hardly spent a single moment on leisure or entertainment.

Although netizens jokingly referred to the Douluo World as a fantasy sewer in the past, given Ning Yuanshan's weak physique, surviving in this world would still be extremely difficult. The rule of law in the Douluo World is also not sound. Who knows when he might be killed for offending a Soul Master, or feed a Soul Beast while cutting grass and chopping wood on the mountain.

Fortunately, Ning Yuanshan was born in Holy Soul Village. He had read the original work and knew that although Notting City, where his village was located, was less than two hundred miles away from the Star Luo Empire, it was in a tense area at the border between the Tian Dou and Star Luo countries.

However, the fact that Elder Jack was able to live peacefully until Holy Soul Village was renamed "Divine Soul Village" suggests that Holy Soul Village will not be involved in any future imperial battles or wars between gods. As long as Ning Yuanshan doesn't do anything reckless, he can stay in the village and enjoy his old age without any problems.

But could he be content to be a farmer in another world? In his previous life, Ning Yuanshan had dabbled in games, novels, and movies. If there had been internet access in the village, he might have been able to stay home and be a homebody.

Trying to curry favor with the protagonist? You think he hasn't tried? Ning Yuanshan previously shamelessly went to the Tang family to do odd jobs, hoping to become a familiar face. But Tang Hao never even gave him a second glance.

As for the third brother? He was quite polite to Ning Yuanshan on the surface, but that kid was always cultivating his skills and avoiding people. How could he possibly take Ning Yuanshan out to play?

Furthermore, Tang Hao was clearly a Soul Master, yet he didn't offer any help when his parents were in danger. While Ning Yuanshan didn't have deep feelings for his original parents, and Tang Hao had no obligation to save people, he still felt resentful and uneasy.

Ning Yuanshan had considered secretly observing Tang San's training to see if he could learn anything from him, but this remained just a thought in his mind.

Tang San was a fantasy character in his previous life, while Ning Yuanshan was indeed an ordinary six-year-old child, making it highly likely that he would be discovered.

"Something's not right!" Ning Yuanshan felt that he couldn't be considered an ordinary person either. He reached into his crotch and gestured with his hand, "If this were my previous life on Earth, would this guy be six years old?"

No wonder Dai Laohu was learning foreign languages ​​with the twin sisters at such a young age. "I'd rather train my physical fitness with Brother Erdan. There's no need to worry about rhabdomyolysis or joint wear and tear in this world. As for stealing Tang San's skills... isn't that just courting death?"

Ning Yuanshan was panting heavily, his forehead was covered in sweat, and his clothes were soaked with sweat. He had been training with the village protection team since before the rooster crowed in the morning, and now he was a little overwhelmed.

I don't remember many details from the original story very well, but I still remember the idea that "physical fitness is positively correlated with strength." For example, the training plan that Master arranged for Shrek Academy included a lot of running laps.

If his martial spirit awakening fails, he will only be an ordinary person for the rest of his life. Therefore, practicing martial arts with the village protection team composed of hunters and veterans may be the only way to improve his physical fitness.

If possible, Ning Yuanshan was unwilling to rely on Tang San. Tang San had an extreme personality, and many of his ideas in the original work were incompatible with his own. The two of them would have a very difficult time getting along.

"Grandpa Jack said my mother's martial soul is a dowry, and my father's martial soul is a coffin lid. I can't figure out what kind of top-grade martial soul I could awaken..."

Ning Yuanshan was somewhat frustrated. He had also fantasized about things like "Nine Dragons Pulling the Pavilion," but that was too unrealistic. Although his parents' martial souls were not the common Blue Silver Grass or farm tools, they had no soul power at all, so they could not cultivate to become soul masters.

The rich rely on genetics, the poor rely on mutation. It all depends on whether one's martial soul can undergo a benign mutation.