The morning mist blanketed Holy Spirit Village as the first rays of sunlight peeked over the distant hills.
A small courtyard sat quietly beside the village chief's residence.
A four-year-old boy slowly opened his eyes, the boy has messy black hair and Grey eyes.
His name was Su Yuxuan.
For a brief moment, his Grey eyes were unfocused Then Pain.
An unbearable headache assaulted his mind.
"Ugh!"
He clutched his head and fell onto the wooden floor, as countless unfamiliar memories surged into his consciousness like a broken dam.
Towering skyscrapers.
Cars speeding along highways.
A glowing rectangular device called a smartphone.
Schools.
Movies.
The internet.
Then a familiar novel.
Douluo Dalu.
Tang San.
Spirit Hall.
Shrek Academy.
The Seven Devils.
The God Realm.
Everything rushed together with the memories of his current life, Minutes passed before the pain gradually subsided.
The little boy lay on the floor, breathing heavily "So..." He stared blankly at the ceiling. "I really reincarnated."
The memories of two lifetimes merged seamlessly.
His previous life had belonged to an ordinary young man from a planet called Blue Star.
He had no extraordinary talents with no wealth and no remarkable achievements.
His greatest hobby had simply been reading novels. Among them, one series had left the deepest impression
Douluo Dalu.
Although years had passed since he last read it, the major events of the first and second novels remained deeply etched into his memory.
The rise of Tang San.
The destruction of Spirit Hall.
The birth of the Tang Sect.
The appearance of Huo Yuhao thousands of years later.
Everything.
He slowly sat upright.
"Then where am I now?"
The memories of this life surfaced.
His name was still Su Yuxuan.
He had been born four years ago in Holy Spirit Village.
His father, Su Ming, had died on the border while serving in the Heaven Dou Imperial Army one month before his birth.
His mother, Lan Xin, had passed away after giving birth to him.
His grandfather, Su Lie, had raised him for three years before dying during a hunting expedition.
After that.
Village Chief Jack had taken him in without hesitation, raising him as though he were his own grandson.
Remembering the kind old man's weathered smile, warmth filled Yuxuan's heart.
"So Grandpa Jack really has taken care of me all this time."
He lowered his head.
"I owe him a lot."
Unlike many reincarnation stories he had read in his previous life, he felt no resentment toward this world.
Instead.
He had been surrounded by people who genuinely cared for him.
His biological family might have been gone, but he had never lacked love.
He stood and walked toward the small wooden window. Outside, villagers had already begun another ordinary day.
Smoke curled upward from kitchen chimneys.
Hunters prepared their bows.
Farmers carried their tools.
Children chased one another through the dirt roads.
It was peaceful.
"So this is Holy Spirit Village" His expression suddenly froze. "Holy Spirit Village."
He blinked twice.
Then his eyes widened.
"Wait... Holy Spirit Village?! If that's true." His heartbeat quickened.
"Then Tang San should also be living here." He immediately recalled another memory.
The blacksmith's son.
Quiet.
Always helping his drunkard father.
Rarely playing with the other children "There really is a child like that."
Su Yuxuan let out a slow breath.
"So this really is the beginning of Douluo Dalu." His expression gradually became serious, Knowing the future was an enormous advantage.
But it was also dangerous, He understood one simple truth.
The future was not set in stone, A single careless action could create unforeseen consequences.
"I don't need to become Tang San's enemy."
"Nor do I need to become his follower."
His goal was simple.
To become strong enough to protect himself and those around him.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
As he organized his thoughts, another set of memories surfaced.
His family.
His grandfather, Su Lie, possessed the Snake Pattern Bow, a weapon martial soul. With innate soul power of level three, he had cultivated to Rank 22, becoming a Soul Grandmaster before retiring from Spirit Hall and returning to the village.
His grandmother, Hai Mingzhu, possessed the Sacred Sea Pearl, a support-type martial soul with innate soul power of level five. She had reached Rank 33 Soul Elder before losing her life during a soul beast riot years ago.
His father's Snake Pattern Bow had undergone a slight mutation, becoming the Snake Pattern Longbow. Though his innate soul power had only reached level four, it allowed him to cultivate to Rank 24 before enlisting in the Heaven Dou Imperial Army, where he eventually fell in battle.
His mother possessed ordinary Blue Silver Grass with innate soul power of only level one.
She had reached Rank 14 Soul Master before her untimely death.
Yuxuan quietly digested the information.
"So my family's talents weren't bad."
"They simply weren't outstanding."
His grandmother had even managed to become a Soul Elder.
That was already considered respectable for commoners.
More importantly.
His family had left behind their cultivation notes, combat experience, and savings.
They were far from poor.
Compared to ordinary villagers, the Su family could even be considered wealthy.
A faint smile appeared on his face.
"So I won't have to worry about money."
That alone solved countless future problems.
He looked down at his small hands.
"I'm four years old now, That means there are still two years before my martial soul awakens."
Two years.
Enough time to prepare.
Although the original novel emphasized innate talent, physical fitness before awakening was never a bad thing.
Running.
Strength training.
Meditation.
Archery.
He would improve everything he could, even if effort could not increase innate soul power.
It could strengthen the body that would carry it "I've read enough novels to know one thing."
"The stronger your foundation, the higher your future." A determined light gradually appeared in his eyes.
He had no intention of relying solely on his knowledge of the future.
If he wanted to survive in this world.
He would have to become strong with his own hands.
Outside the room, an elderly voice called gently.
"Yuxuan?"
"Breakfast is ready."
His thoughts were interrupted as smile naturally formed on his face.
"I'm coming, Grandpa Jack!"
He pushed open the door and ran toward the familiar voice.
No matter what the future held.
For now.
He was simply Su Yuxuan, a four-year-old boy living peacefully in Holy Spirit Village.
And from this day onward.
His new life would truly begin.