Verdant Moon Village remained as peaceful as ever, its air laced with the gentle scent of pine and spirit grass. To its simple villagers, the quiet courtyard nestled at the far edge of the village housed a quiet, reserved couple raising a single child.
From the moment Xie Yulong was born, his life had been anything but ordinary.
His father, Xie Tianyan, wanted to be the first to mark his son's path as a Spirit Master. The man had practically raced toward the forest two weeks after Yulong's birth, intent on hunting down a thousand-year spirit beast for his first ring Without even thinking that, his child doesn't have a martial soul yet.
He returned home half a day later with a stiff smile .
> "...Too early," he muttered to Xueyao, rubbing the back of his neck."He doesn't have a martial soul "."His body can't even hold milk properly yet."
> "What did you expect?" Lan Xueyao laughed, shaking her head as she cradled the sleeping baby. "He's a newborn, not a six year old child."
Even so, they both knew—their son was not normal.
By the time he was six months old, Yulong was already babbling words.
"Ma…"
"Ba…"
"Eat."
"Cold!" (He yelled this at Tianyan once during a bath, causing the old Douluo to slip and fall into the tub.)
Each word he spoke drew widened eyes and open mouths. Most babies couldn't even crawl at that age.
> "He's talking." Tianyan blinked. "Like… really talking."
> "Our baby is a genius," Xueyao said proudly.
> "Our baby is a monster," Tianyan corrected, but there was no mistaking the pride in his voice.
By ten months, Yulong could walk.
Not the staggering wobble of toddlers—no, this was firm, balanced, and deceptively nimble. He walked around the courtyard with the same calm expression he'd had since birth, as if measuring the land he was born to rule.
By one year, he ran.
By two, he was sprinting around the courtyard like a little dragon cub on fire, weaving through garden hedges, leaping over rocks, and sometimes startling birds out of trees.
The villagers adored him.
To them, Xie Tianyan and Lan Xueyao were simply a gentle couple with reclusive temperaments—perhaps retired teachers. Their child, though… was clearly loved by the heavens.
> "Look at little Yulong run! Like a streak of light!"
> "I've never seen a two-year-old with balance like that. Are you sure he's not older?"
> "When he smiles, even my back pain feels better!"
To Yulong, it was amusing.
> "If they knew my parents are two title douluo in disguise…"
"...And I'm literally cultivating spirit power in my crib."
Yes. He had started cultivating in secret.
Even as a toddler, Yulong sat in quiet corners, secretly cycling his soul power through the Dragon Pulse Circulation Scripture, refining his meridians with precision. He made sure his breathing mimicked a nap—because what kind of two-year-old child can meditated?
Answer: a reincarnated xie yulong with a cheat system.
His second birthday arrived beneath a soft sunset sky.
The courtyard was decorated with spirit flowers and laughter. Villagers dropped by with small gifts. Tianyan grinned the entire day, practically bouncing as he carried his son on his shoulders like a proud mountain.
Later that evening, as the last of the cake crumbs were devoured, Tianyan led his son into the meditation hall.
> "Yulong," he said, squatting down, "Today, I'm going to teach you the most important thing a Spirit Master must learn—meditation."
> "Medi-cake?" Yulong blinked innocently.
> "No, no—medita... Never mind. Just sit here and breathe like this—"
It began like a game, but within minutes, Yulong matched the rhythm perfectly.
Tianyan's eyes widened.
> "Wait… that fast?"
From that day on, his aboveboard training began.
And soon, Lan Xueyao joined in.
While Tianyan focused on meditation and soul power, she began teaching Yulong about spirit beasts, soul rings, and even the elusive art of self-created soul skills.
> "Spirit beasts over 100000 years old can transform into human," she explained as Yulong listened wide-eyed. "Your spirit skills should never be entirely reliant on luck or inheritance. Those who create their own path… are the ones who surpass all expectations."
Yulong nodded, pretending to take it all in with slow, confused blinks.
Secretly thinking.
> Just wait a few days, Mom…
And then, one afternoon, Yulong casually asked:
> "Papa, Mama… do people make their own spirit skills?"
> "Yes," Tianyan said. "But it's extremely hard. Why?"
> "I think I made three."
Silence.
Tianyan paused mid-step, blinking like someone just slapped him with a fish.
Xueyao dropped her teacup. It didn't break. She just forgot how to hold it.
> "You… made… what?" she asked slowly.
> "Three. Wanna see?"
First, came the Voidstep Mirage.
Yulong dashed forward, and in his wake, a ripple of afterimages appeared. Not clones—mirage-like projections that shimmered and scattered unpredictably.
Tianyan's jaw dropped.
> "Movement technique shouldn't be this fast… at age two?!"
> "He's not even at Spirit Master level yet," Xueyao muttered.
> "He's already faster than my younger self!!"
Second, he activated the Dragon Eye.
His pupils still red changed, shaped like slits—draconic and fierce.
Yulong looked around. His gaze pierced through nearby bushes, pinpointed a branch behind the bush and suddenly,
> "Dad, throw me that branch."
> "What? Why?"
> "Just throw it!"
Tianyan shrugged and casually tossed the thin branch toward him.(Without soul power)
Just as it left his hand, Yulong stepped to the left—before the stick had even reached him.
The branch flew past harmlessly, brushing the space where he'd been.
> "I saw the trajectory the moment it moved," Yulong said simply.
Tianyan blinked.
> "He predicted its trajectory… instantly?" he muttered.
Last, he raised his hands and channeled Dragon Jade Hand.
His tiny fingers turned glossy, like polished jade—scales forming in a beautiful spiral.
He touched a thorny toxic vine nearby, and it didn't cause any harm.
> "Toxin immunity?" Xueyao gasped.
He tapped the ground. The air trembled. A faint pulse of energy repelled dust away from his feet.
> "And soul force redirection… defense… focus enhancement."
Tianyan didn't speak.
He walked over, picked up his son, and held him up toward the sky.
> "My son just made three divine skills at age TWO!!!"
After Xie Yulong finished displaying his three "self-created" techniques, silence gripped the courtyard like a spirit beast's claw.
Xie Tianyan slowly set him down as if placing a sacred treasure back on the altar.
Lan Xueyao, for once, didn't know what to say. And that terrified Tianyan more than any spirit beast ever had.
> "You… made these?" she finally asked, cautiously.
> "Yup!" Yulong replied, puffing out his tiny chest. "I had a dream that showed me how!"
> Right. A 'dream.' Definitely not a system and reincarnated Earth brain.
Tianyan rubbed his chin. "Dream cultivation…? That's a first."
> "Wanna learn?" Yulong asked innocently.
And that was the moment the two 95+ Title Douluo— Flame Dragon and Frost Dragon—leaned in like children waiting for story time.
Lesson One: Voidstep Mirage
Yulong stood upright and motioned to Tianyan.
> "Papa first."
> "Heh, I was born ready," Tianyan grinned.
Yulong gave a simple instruction:
> "Imagine your feet leaving afterimages. Don't force your soul power—just guide it like water under a bridge. Then... run."
Tianyan tried.
He dashed forward.
And tripped.
Face-first into a shrub.
> "Okay… maybe bridge was the wrong metaphor," Tianyan mumbled, pulling leaves out of his hair.
Lan Xueyao snorted behind him.
The second time, he tried it slower. Soul power surged into his feet, leaving behind faint mirage-like echoes.
> "I DID IT!!" he roared, punching the air with both fists.
> "Papa looks cool!" Yulong cheered.
Lesson Two: Dragon Eye
Yulong's own pupils turned into a red dragon eye. He tapped his forehead.
> "It's not just about seeing. It's about perception. Feel the flow around objects. Even things in motion leave traces."
Lan Xueyao sat down and activated her spirit power cautiously.
The air around her eyes shimmered faintly. A blue aura coated her pupils turning it into a blue dragonic eye.
> "Hah… I can see it," she murmured. "That squirrel on the branch—it's going to jump to the right."
And it did.
> "Predictive tracking…" she whispered.
> "Mama's the best!" Yulong said sweetly.
Tianyan elbowed her. "Mine looked cooler though, right?"
> "You tripped into a shrub."
> "It was a tactical dive."
Lesson Three: Dragon Jade Hand
Yulong lifted his small palm. The faint shimmer of jade enveloped it, overlaid with scale like patterns.
> "This one's easy. Just concentrate soul power into your hands until it hardens and creates a barrier. The key is control—not force."
Lan Xueyao tried first, and within moments, her palm glowed with icy jade scale like patterns.
> "It enhances soul energy flow in the palm," she observed. "And provides toxin resistance and defense…"
Tianyan's turn resulted in his hand glowing red jade, the fire attribute flaring naturally. He slapped a nearby stone with it—crack.
> "HAH! I'm calling it 'Blazing Dragon Slap!'"
> "No you're not," Lan Xueyao replied immediately.
Later that night, the two Douluo sat in the garden, quiet under the stars.
> "Our son taught us soul skills," Xueyao said softly, eyes still glowing faintly from the day's shock.
> "He's t
wo," Tianyan muttered, shaking his head in disbelief.
> "A two-year-old self-creating combat techniques that top even advanced sect manuals…"
> "We're gonna have to start protecting him from recruiters, not enemies."
> "Agreed."
Yulong, curled up nearby with a blanket over his head, grinned to himself.
> "Next lesson? Maybe I'll show them the Martial Technique…."