Chapter 1 For a Better Tomorrow
It's August now, and the sun is blazing.
The scorching sunlight felt like rolling lava, burning people's entire bodies with a stinging pain.
The heat, distorting the view, rose wildly upwards from the ground, while the chirping of cicadas echoed from under the trees, like saws tearing at the eardrums.
However, it is precisely in this unbearable weather that people, who would normally avoid it, do the opposite.
They are willing to endure the scorching sun to search for what they need.
...
The Spirit Hall was the undisputed strongest force on the Douluo Continent ten thousand years ago.
Under the diligent rule of several popes, it reached its peak and possessed more than ten titled Douluo, making it a period of great prosperity.
Unfortunately, fate was cruel; during her glorious period, she encountered two love-obsessed men and a stubborn old man.
A series of blunders and mistakes ruined a promising situation and led to failure.
The magnificent palaces and halls that once inspired countless soul masters were tragically destroyed after the battle of the three gods.
The empire plundered indiscriminately, like locusts swarming across the land.
A large number of soul masters conducted a meticulous search, digging three feet into the ground.
Then it endured the relentless test of time.
Ultimately, it was reduced to a mere mention in history books.
As for Jialing Pass, the main battlefield of that war, it has now become a barren land where even birds do not land and no one is around.
Only a pile of brick walls and tiles remains, unrecognizable from their original state, silently telling tales of glory and vicissitudes.
However, a steady, powerful yet somewhat melancholic voice suddenly broke the oppressive silence of the desolate place.
"This weird weather is like drying human flesh!"
Looking in the direction of the sound, one saw a boy who looked about twelve or thirteen years old, with a handsome face and a strong physique, hiding under half of the ruins and complaining with a worried expression.
"Alas, I wonder if we can preserve the relics of those two that were never unearthed."
As he spoke, the boy looked up at the ancient ruins before him, his eyes filled with a hint of anticipation.
"Don't go home empty-handed..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the boy slowly closed his eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, all the worries and hesitations he had felt vanished in an instant.
Immediately afterwards, his soul power surged violently, and he made a wealth-attracting seal with his left hand, placing it in front of his chest, while he breathed softly.
"Searching for treasure and hidden gems, the treasure rat tracks them down!"
A golden-haired mouse, about the length of a forearm, with a round and slightly ethereal shape, suddenly appeared out of thin air.
Then it respectfully prostrated itself before the boy, its rat-like eyes gleaming with intelligence.
Judging from its seemingly nonexistent body, it is clear that it is not a real living being.
"Jinbao, go and bring back everything I told you!"
The golden-haired mouse nodded upon receiving the order, then turned and darted toward the ruins.
Its four short legs moved incredibly fast.
Upon reaching the center of the ruins, it was observed sniffing to the left and then to the right.
Suddenly, its eyes lit up; it had clearly made a discovery.
After determining the digging location, it swung its two front claws and began digging a hole in the hard soil in front of it.
"As its strength grows, this golden-haired rat is becoming increasingly intelligent. Its spirit ring, which was originally a little over a hundred years old, is now approaching a thousand years old."
Seeing this, the boy couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle. He then leaned against the crumbling wall again, his thoughts drifting into the distance.
Ning Huan is an accounting major who comes from an orphanage, lives a simple life, and enjoys quiet and freedom.
A clean background and a suitable background.
If nothing unexpected happens, he will definitely be the best candidate to take the blame in the future.
Unfortunately, fate is unpredictable.
A sudden, large-scale epidemic effortlessly wiped him from his original world.
Whether out of compensation or some other reason, his death also brought him a new life.
...
[Douluo Continent]is one of the more unique worlds in many aspects.
So much so that Ning Huan could easily determine his location the moment he opened his eyes.
There was nothing he could do but mutter incantations and wave his staff repeatedly.
And surrounding it are five halos of different colors, yellow and purple, around its eyes.
Combining the three, aside from the spirit system of Douluo Continent, he couldn't imagine any other world that would be so unique.
The exact answers regarding the timeline and personal information were obtained on the third day after waking up.
The former goes without saying, assuming that there are no duplicate names in the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School.
The fact that the sect leader was overjoyed to have a daughter and named her Ning Tian reveals a great deal of information.
Looking back at himself...
The three-year-old orphan of an outer sect steward of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School.
Due to his previous memory confusion, he was known as an idiot within the sect.
In a sense, it can be considered quite well-known.
However, having lived alone for many years, he knew his situation and did not harbor any unusual thoughts.
Ning Tian?
The pride of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School, and its future heir.
With such a vast difference in status, only a fool would fantasize about anything unrealistic.
Rumors of mental retardation?
There's no need to care.
As long as it doesn't affect his life, it's fine.
Unfortunately, talent is something that cannot be predicted by human power.
Especially in the world of Douluo Continent, where the strong rely on inheritance and mortals gamble on mutations.
Then look at his adoptive parents, whose martial souls are ordinary and whose cultivation level is only Soul Master...
It would be strange if someone could awaken a powerful martial soul.
Therefore, by lowering his expectations in advance, he prepared himself for a simple life.
After three uneventful years, his awakening of his martial spirit at the age of six brought him new possibilities.
[Fulingtai].
Origin unknown, form unclear.
It was the last special term Ning Huan knew before he died.
After it transforms into a martial spirit, it seems to have no offensive, defensive, or supportive effects whatsoever.
As a 'weapon' martial soul, it cannot even manifest externally, and in the eyes of outsiders, it is not even as good as Blue Silver Grass.
Therefore, the impatient Soul Sect deacon immediately declared his martial soul as 'useless'.
Even the measurement of innate soul power was deliberately ignored.
However, only he himself knew that the awakening of the [Spirit Empowerment Platform] not only brought a total amount of soul power and recovery speed that was more than ten times greater than those of people at the same level.
He was also granted the ability called "Contract" and the corresponding "Summoning Spell".
Like the rare soul beast [Treasure-Seeking Rat] that was almost extinct on the continent, which was summoned before.
It was on his way to Tianluo City that he absorbed his first soul ring, formed his first contract with a summoned beast, and gained his first opportunity in this world.
As for innate level...
His body was full of soul power, but no matter how he cultivated, he could not make any progress.
Aside from having innate full soul power, there shouldn't be any other possibility.
Ning Huan was genuinely excited for quite a while after confirming the matter.
This caused him to completely forget that a six-year-old child cannot stay up all night, and as soon as the excitement subsided, he fell into a deep sleep without any warning.
Who would have thought that the sect would be so efficient!
They had just completed their martial spirit awakening the day before, but the personnel allocation began before dawn the next day.
The timeframe was so tight that there wasn't even a basic notification!
Undoubtedly, he was a person with no background, no connections, and no 'talent'.
Ning Huan was naturally assigned to the sect's property as an ordinary servant.
So much so that by the time he was jolted awake from his sleep, the convoy had already traveled more than a hundred miles.
I can't go back even if I want to!
Initially, he planned to reveal his talent once he arrived at the destination.
However, the appearance of the Treasure-Hunting Mouse completely disrupted his plans.
After a long internal struggle and much deliberation, he ultimately chose to remain unknown in Tianluo City for six years.
For no other reason than safety.
Fortunately, thanks to the Treasure-Hunting Rat's bloodline ability to gather treasures, Ning Huan was able to continuously obtain various resources within a certain area.
Even though it is located on the resource-scarce border of the Heavenly Soul Empire, the resources enjoyed by the few can be described as massive.
Even the elite disciples of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School rarely matched him.
Thinking of this, Ning Huan took a deep breath.
He raised his hand and gently stroked the storage soul tool hidden at his waist.
There were hundreds of thousands of gold soul coins stored there, along with a large amount of valuables that he dared not use easily at the moment, and medicinal resources that he had not yet had time to use.
"I don't want to make enemies of anyone, but based on experience, some things cannot be decided by wishful thinking."
"If that's the case, then we might as well prepare in advance."
As the whispers faded, a glint of light suddenly flashed in Ning Huan's eyes, flickering uncertainly.
"Moreover, I always feel that my martial soul still possesses some unknown abilities."
[end of the chapter]