In the vast expanse of the Douluo Continent, within the Fasno Province of the Heaven Dou Empire, to the western outskirts of Nouding City, nestled a village named Biyou Village.
Morning bathed the landscape in radiant sunlight.
Ye Qiu, a six-year-old, stood alongside Village Chief Zhang bidding farewell to the deputy steward of the Martial Soul Hall. Despite the awakening of his martial soul, there was little joy apparent on his face.
"Life is unpredictable. It's a pity this isn't Tao's territory; otherwise, I might not have awakened the first-level innate soul power, the Red Eye Disease." Ye Qiu sighed, watching the departing deputy steward. Reluctantly, he had to face the harsh reality.
"Xiao Qiu, why the furrowed brow? You're the sole child in our village possessing innate soul power. In the future, you could become a formidable soul master!" Village Chief Zhang comforted, patting his small head with a smile.
Evidently, the emergence of another child with innate soul power after all these years brought genuine joy to Village Chief Zhang.
Yet, Ye Qiu knew all too well that merely possessing a first-level innate soul power was a far cry from breaking through to the tenth level.
"Grandpa Zhang, I'm not just unhappy about this," Ye Qiu managed a forced smile.
"Sigh!" Zhang sighed and tactfully wiped away the smile from his face. Producing a silver coin from his pocket, he handed it to Ye Qiu.
"The villagers collected this. Go back and take care of Old Ye properly. In some time, I'll arrange for you to go to the Soul Master Academy!"
"Thank you, Grandpa Zhang, and extend my gratitude to everyone!" Ye Qiu bowed deeply, holding onto the silver coin.
"No need for thanks. Old Ye has been a great help to the villagers. Go back by yourself. I'll take a stroll outside!" Without waiting for Ye Qiu's response, Zhang headed towards the village, his steps somewhat ethereal, perhaps driven by the desire to settle scores with the neighboring village's mockery over the years.
Shaking his head, Ye Qiu silently traced the path back home.
It had been six years since he arrived in this world, transported by a dimensional truck.
Douluo Continent, a world both familiar and unfamiliar, a realm that once existed solely within the realms of literary fantasy!
He had anticipated showcasing his prowess, only to find himself transitioning into a world where his skills were channeled into mundane tasks.
Smack!
Ye Qiu snapped himself out of his thoughts, patting his head as he briskly walked towards home.
However, the closer he got, the heavier his heart weighed.
A stone-built house stood, adorned with scattered rocks, moss-covered stones, and weeds that crept through the crevices, testament to its age.
Since childhood, he had been adopted by Old Ye. Memories held no traces of parents; Old Ye was his sole familial connection.
Creak! The fairly robust wooden door opened, and a hoarse, feeble voice greeted him, "Xiao Qiu, how is it going?"
Gazing at Old Ye lying on the bed, gasping for breath like a wisp of smoke, Ye Qiu felt a twinge in his eyes, a lump in his throat as he fought to maintain a composed voice.
"Grandpa, Xiao Qiu hasn't disappointed you. I can now become a soul master!"
"Good, that's good!" Old Ye's withered visage gained a hint of rosiness.
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