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Jiang Yunzhou won the lottery, a full five million.
When one is full of ambition, it's easy to become arrogant, walking with a spring in one's step.
Perhaps he was too happy and wasn't watching where he was going, so he was hit head-on as soon as he stepped out.
He was hit. After a dizzying spin, he looked at the rapidly disappearing Rolls-Royce… which eventually turned into a phantom.
He had just become a rich man and hadn't even had a chance to enjoy life yet, hey! He wanted to say something, but only blood kept gushing from his mouth.
There was nothing he could do; it was clear he wouldn't survive.
How unwilling he was! Before he died, he still insisted on raising a blood-stained middle finger towards the receding phantom.
Then, his hanging heart finally stopped beating.
After an unknown period, a suffocating sense of compression overwhelmed him.
When he regained consciousness, he found that he had just undergone a process of resurrection.
He had now become a newborn infant.
What puzzled him was why he still carried fragments of his past life's memories?
An infant's brain was not mature enough to be of much use, and he couldn't recall many things.
Before he could figure out his current state, he heard bad news: the person who gave birth to him had died in childbirth.
Born just now, without even a sip of milk, he was already burdened with the reputation of being a mother-killer. That was quite something.
In his sixth year, his father also quietly left.
When Jiang Yunzhou found him, the body was already slightly cold.
His parents seemed to have completed some kind of mission, one responsible for birth, the other for raising.
They both passed away when he was six.
As everyone knows, sacrificing family members grants boundless power—this was a standard destined male lead script!
But when he learned that this World he had transmigrated into was called Douluo Continent, he was stunned.
What the hell was a destined male lead?
The destined male lead of this World had already been reserved.
He also knew that the time period he had transmigrated into was a bit early.
In his sixth year, the destined male lead of this World had just been born.
But, it didn't matter.
Anyway, the Spirit Hall had not yet been destroyed… Douluo Continent was not yet called Tang Clan Continent.
Now, commoners awakening their Spirit was still free, evil Spirit Masters were not yet rampant on the continent, Spirit Master subsidies had not yet been canceled… This time period was neither too early nor too late.
The plot he was familiar with would not happen for at least six more years.
And for events that happened earlier, as a child, he was powerless to intervene.
Having just experienced the pain of losing his father, Jiang Yunzhou huddled alone at home, pondering how to survive next.
Just as he was lost in thought, a slightly weathered voice came from outside the door:
"Little Jiang, are you home?"
The speaker was named Aodebiao, the chief of Shenma Village.
The old chief had helped a lot with Jiang's father's funeral arrangements, so he deserved respect.
Jiang Yunzhou quickly opened the door to greet him.
The decrepit chief, leaning on a walking stick, entered and immediately offered Jiang Yunzhou words of comfort.
Then he stated the purpose of his visit: "Little Jiang, what are your plans next?"
Jiang Yunzhou was a bit distracted and replied, "Garlic? I don't eat it…"
Aodebiao was stunned by his words.
Thinking of the child's tragic fate, he sighed helplessly, feeling that Jiang Yunzhou was too heavily struck and a bit out of his mind.
He gently explained, "Not garlic, but plans…"
This time he heard clearly, but he felt a little lost and helpless about his future life.
He had no special skills and couldn't do anything.
Even without transmigration, capable people could still thrive.
Even if a useless person transmigrated, he would still be useless.
This was his current thought.
"Plans? I don't know…"
"Grandpa Chief, why don't you show me a clear path?"
Aodebiao didn't expect the question to be thrown back at him.
Fortunately, he hadn't expected to hear any brilliant answers from him anyway.
He looked at Jiang Yunzhou with some pity and said,
"In a few days, it will be the annual Spirit awakening day… Although your parents were not Spirit Masters, you shouldn't give up your dreams because of that. You should at least try."
"What if you awaken an awesome Spirit?"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Yunzhou suddenly remembered this matter. Oh right, he was six years old… Time really flew by!
These years, he had been living in a small mountain village, constantly struggling to survive, and almost forgot about this.
He had reached the age where he could cultivate, so why was he so confused?
"Yes, awaken a Spirit. I must awaken an awesome Spirit…"
He eagerly awaited the day of awakening.
As a transmigrator, none were content with mediocrity.
He had a golden finger, which he had communicated with earlier, but the system said it was too weak, so it made a ten-year agreement with him.
After that, the system crashed directly and went offline temporarily.
He couldn't do anything about this.
He thought that if he could awaken an awesome Spirit, then having a system or not would be the same.
Anyway, he had always comforted himself this way.
Time quickly came to the day of Spirit awakening.
Given that both his parents were ordinary people, Jiang Yunzhou had always harbored a nervous feeling, fearing that the Spirit he awakened would be uncultivable.
At this moment, he was mingling among a group of children, waiting for the Spirit Hall deacon to arrive under Aodebiao's guidance.
After waiting for a long time, the Spirit Hall deacon finally arrived.
The deacon was a man of few words. After stating his identity, he directly led the group of children into a small room.
Spirit awakening began.
Watching a group of lively and cute children, all eager to try, as if they would transform into Spirit Masters in the next moment.
To this, Jiang Yunzhou merely spat lightly: "Immature…" Compared to them, Jiang Yunzhou was much more composed.
After all, apart from his body still being young, he was no longer a child in other aspects… As expected, one child after another was mercilessly rejected.
The deacon's face was dark throughout.
"Banana Spirit, no spirit power, next one…"
"Spatula Spirit, no spirit power, next one…"
…Disappointment, too much disappointment. It was the same again, not a single one that could cultivate.
The Spirit Hall deacon's expression grew increasingly grim.
"Can't there be a different one?"
Until Jiang Yunzhou finally stepped into the awakening formation… The Spirit awakening went very smoothly.
The Spirit he awakened was a grass with only one leaf.
It was entirely green, slender and tough, yet it had only a single, narrow, blade-like leaf growing solitarily.
"Oh?"
The deacon, who had been expressionless, showed a hint of surprise in his eyes when he saw this grass.
But seeing that it was a grass, he habitually shook his head, his face showing an expression of 'sure enough, it's another Waste Spirit'.
He seemed to have long been accustomed to this situation.
"There really is a different one, but this grass is a bit strange. Why haven't I seen this kind of Spirit before?"
The Spirit Hall deacon kept frowning after looking at Jiang Yunzhou's Spirit. He didn't expect there to be a Spirit he hadn't seen before?
"Hey, little one, what's your Spirit called?"
He prided himself on being a professional awakener for many years, having seen all sorts of strange Spirits, but this form of grass Spirit was indeed a first.
Jiang Yunzhou was currently immersed in the information feedback from his Spirit. His Spirit's name was: Nine Leaf Sword Grass!
He thought to himself, this name doesn't sound like ordinary weeds at all. What did this deacon mean by constantly shaking his head?
Could it really be a trash Spirit?
He also found it very strange why it was called Nine Leaf Sword Grass, yet only had one leaf.
With the system down and temporarily unreliable, his Spirit became his fundamental means of survival at this time.
"Spirit Master, my Spirit is called: Nine Leaf Sword Grass…"