Kapitel 1: Stealing the Blue Silver Emperor Bloodline
In the Emperor Spirit Village.
You heard it right, it's not Holy Spirit Village, it's Emperor Spirit Village.
Emperor Spirit Village is located south of Nuoding City in the Fasinuo Province, with over a hundred households and is only three to five miles away from Holy Spirit Village.
It is said that many years ago, Emperor Spirit Village was not called Emperor Spirit Village, and Holy Spirit Village was not called Holy Spirit Village either.
Suddenly, one day, a Soul Saint, a Soul Master with seven spirit rings, emerged from Holy Spirit Village, and that's how the village got its name.
Not long after, the neighbouring Blue Silver Village (now known as Emperor Spirit Village), unwilling to be outdone, claimed that they also had a Soul Emperor.
How many years ago was this exactly?
Did a Soul Saint or a Soul Emperor actually appear? No one knows!
But since then, these two adjacent small villages were renamed Holy Spirit Village and Emperor Spirit Village!
By the creek, a five or six-year-old child held a Blue Silver Grass in his mouth, lying lazily on the grass, eyes closed, enjoying the sunlight.
His hands were resting under his head, his legs swaying, and he was humming a nursery rhyme.
"Little Lang! Carrying a schoolbag to the school."
From afar, the village chief of Emperor Spirit Village, Old Tom, saw the child slacking off again. He picked up a pole and rushed over.
Old Tom ran and shouted, "You little brat, slacking off again! Next month, you'll awaken your Martial Soul. Without a good physique, how will you become a Soul Master? Just wait until I catch you!"
The child heard this and knew things were not looking good.
He flipped over and quickly got up, dashing away.
"Don't chase me, Grandpa Tom. What's the use of training every day? I can't become a Soul Master anyway."
"You brat, don't run!"
Old Tom shouted, panting.
"No, if I stop, you'll hit me again."
He wouldn't listen! He had suffered from the old man's pole often.
One chased, and the other ran.
After half an hour, they both collapsed on the ground, gasping for air.
Old Tom grabbed the child's leg, breathing heavily, and said, "Finally caught you! Let's see if you dare to slack off in the future."
At this point, the child barely had the strength to speak. A child not even six years old, forced to run at full speed for half an hour—who could endure that?
"I won't run. Even if you kill me, I won't run. I'm exhausted!"
Old Tom saw the usually mischievous brat in such a sorry state and laughed heartily, saying, "You've finally learned your lesson today! Alright, since you ran for so long today, I'll let you go."
After resting for a while, the two returned to the village.
Old Tom and the child walked side by side along the path.
"Grandpa Tom, why are you so determined to make me a Soul Master?"
The child asked the question that had puzzled him for a long time.
Old Tom sighed and said, "Sigh! Old Jack from the neighboring village keeps saying their village produced a Soul Saint. They claim our Emperor Spirit Village followed them and that our Soul Emperor was fake!
Hmph! That hateful old man.
But if you, brat, can become a Soul Master, I can finally shut his mouth."
Thinking about the future when he could proudly face Old Jack, Old Tom laughed heartily.
The child's mouth twitched. Rolling his eyes at Old Tom, he said, "Didn't you say that my late parents both had Blue Silver Grass as their Martial Souls? So, I'll likely awaken Blue Silver Grass too."
The child's words interrupted Old Tom's laughter.
He raised his hand and knocked on the child's head.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch!"
The child covered his head with both hands, crouching on the ground, pretending to be in pain.
Seeing the child's exaggerated performance, Old Tom shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"Stop howling, I didn't even use any force." After a moment's thought, Old Tom added, "Last year, I asked Master Su Yuntao about it. He said that sometimes Martial Souls can mutate. Maybe you'll awaken a good Martial Soul."
Old Tom's words made the child stop pretending to be in pain. He sighed and walked back to his dilapidated home.
Before leaving, he raised his hand to bid farewell to Old Tom.
Martial Soul mutation? It wasn't that easy! Especially with Blue Silver Grass. He wasn't like Tang San, who possessed the Blue Silver Emperor bloodline.
That's right, this child was a transmigrator.
In his previous life, he was a working man on Earth. After watching "Douluo Continent" all night, he died suddenly in bed the next day.
When he woke up again, he found himself turned into a baby.
As he grew up, he spent two years learning the language of Douluo Continent and discovered that he had been given a grand and obnoxious name—surname Zu, given name Zong. His full name was Zu Zong.
Whenever Old Tom introduced Zu Zong to others, he found it difficult, so he often just called him "brat." Over time, people forgot his real name!
According to Village Chief Old Tom, his deceased father was named Zu Wang. This name was given by his even more deceased grandfather, Zu Di, who hoped that Zu Wang would grow up to become a Soul King. But Zu Wang had no soul power and couldn't cultivate.
(T/N : Wang means King in chinese)
In Zu Zong's generation, the hope was further reduced, wishing that his son could at least become a Soul Elder.
When Zu Zong first realised he had transmigrated to Douluo Continent, he was thrilled. He even went to the neighbouring Holy Spirit Village to see the protagonist, Tang San.
He wanted to see this controversial protagonist from his previous life.
But, tsk! He looked so ordinary, not even half as handsome as me (author: seems like you're ugly too).
However, he still wanted to make friends with him. After all, his late parents' Martial Souls were both Blue Silver Grass, a waste Martial Soul.
If he wanted to cultivate, he had to find a way.
Cultivation methods were scarce in Douluo Continent, and deceiving Tang San for his "Mysterious Heaven Technique" seemed like the only way.
But who knew Tang San was so cunning? Whenever he saw Zu Zong, he acted like he was facing his real ancestor, keeping a distance.
"Delicate and weak" Zu Zong couldn't catch up to Tang San, who practised Tang Sect techniques. After a while, he gave up.
In the empty thatched house, lying on the broken bed, looking at the familiar ceiling, or rather the thatched roof, Zu Zong kept sighing.
"Sigh! I thought coming to Douluo Continent meant I could punch the protagonist, kick the Clear Sky Sect, and marry a rich and beautiful girl (cough, slipped up).
I never imagined that even cultivating would become a luxury. Next month, I'll awaken my Martial Soul. Could it be that Zu-someone will really die of old age in this Emperor Spirit Village?"
Suddenly, a voice sounded in Zu Zong's mind.
[Ding, sensing the host's unwillingness, the Stealing System begins loading, countdown 10, 9, 8...]
"What the...!"
"What the...!"
"What the...!"
Zu Zong, with his limited vocabulary, was so excited that he shouted three times in a row!
"Haha! I'm finally going to rise up! From now on, damn you, Tang San, get lost!"
[Ding, the Stealing System has loaded. Would you like to bind it?]
"Hurry, hurry, bind it to me!"
[Stealing System bound successfully! Thank you for using it.]
Having read various web novels, Zu Zong didn't speak further but silently shouted in his mind, "System, what functions does the Stealing System have?"
[Host, the primary function of the Stealing System is to steal treasures from various worlds, including but not limited to: abilities, techniques, rare treasures, bloodlines, and more!]
"Haha, I'm going to cheat my way to the top."
Zu Zong had just changed his self-title to "Little Ancestor." While others called themselves "young master," who was Zu Zong? He was destined to travel through various worlds. Naturally, he needed a unique self-title, so he decided to call himself "Little Ancestor" from then on!
[Ding, don't get too happy too soon, host. Stealing has restrictions and risks. It can only be done once a year, and each time soul power is upgraded by one level, an additional opportunity to steal is gained. However, if the target of theft reaches maximum hatred value, the host will be randomly teleported to within one mile of the target's location for one hour.]
"What the...! Isn't that very dangerous? If I accidentally steal something like Bibi Dong's underwear and get teleported to Spirit Hall, wouldn't I be doomed?"
[Ding, host, you're wrong. It would be certain death!]
"Don't say it, I know!"
[Ding, the host's stealing opportunity for this year has not been used yet. Would you like to steal?]
"Steal! Why wouldn't I? Fortune favors the bold!"
[Ding, the system is stealing...]
[Ding, congratulations to the host for stealing the protagonist of "Douluo Continent," Tang San's Blue Silver Emperor Martial Soul bloodline.]
"What the...!"
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