When Liu Feng was four years old, on a clear morning, sunlight pierced through the thin clouds and gently fell on every inch of Liujia Village.
The village is filled with the faint scent of grass, mixed with the fragrance of earth, as if telling the story of the tranquility and peace of this land.
The distant mountains, shrouded in the morning mist, appeared and disappeared, their outlines hazy, like a slowly unfolding ink painting scroll.
Liu Feng was born into the village chief’s family.
His father and grandfather were both Soul Masters, and his living conditions were much better than those of other villagers.
His house is located at the east entrance of the village and has a spacious courtyard.
In the center of the courtyard, a lush jujube tree stands tall and majestic.
Every autumn, the tree is laden with red dates, hanging heavily on the branches like strings of red agate.
There are seven or eight rooms around the courtyard.
Besides the rooms for the family to live in, the rest are used to store medicinal herbs.
At this moment, Liu Feng was standing in his own courtyard, looking up at the tall jujube tree.
Although he was still young, he had a vague sense that the year he turned four would be an extremely important turning point in his life.
That same year, Liu Qing, the father, took over as the village chief of Liu Family Village, and also shouldered the important responsibility of awakening martial spirits in the village’s children.
Although Liujia Village is not large, the villagers are full of expectations for the awakening of martial spirits, because it will determine the future of each child.
As the village chief, Liu Qing’s martial soul was nothing more than the ordinary Blue Silver Grass, and his innate soul power was only level one.
However, through years of persistent and arduous training, he reached the level of a level 29 Great Soul Master.
In the vast world of powerful beings in Douluo Continent, such strength may not be outstanding, but in a remote village like Liujia Village, it is enough to earn the respect of the villagers.
Liu Qing was well aware of the importance of a martial soul to a person, so he made plans for Liu Feng’s future early on.
“Xiao Feng, come here.” Liu Qing’s steady and powerful voice came from inside the house.
Liu Feng, with his short, tender legs, hurriedly ran into the house.
The father was dressed in a brand-new blue robe with a silver belt around his waist.
He stood tall and looked very energetic.
Liu Qing wore a faint smile, but his eyes held a hint of seriousness.
“Xiao Feng, today is your fourth birthday, and also the day I take over as village chief.”
Liu Qing squatted down, gently patted Liu Feng’s shoulder, and said earnestly, “From today onwards, I will not only manage the affairs of the village, but also be responsible for awakening the martial souls of the village’s children.
You will also embark on the path of a soul master in the future, so today I want to tell you some key things.”
“Isn’t the Spirit Hall responsible for awakening spirits?” Liu Feng asked, his face full of doubt.
Liu Qing patiently explained, “If there are no Soul Masters in the village, then the Spirit Hall will be responsible.”
But if such a person exists, the village’s own Soul Master will perform the awakening, and then report it to the Spirit Hall.
“You’d better listen carefully,” the father said, affectionately patting Liu Feng’s head.
Liu Feng blinked his bright eyes.
He understood that this was an important stage that every child in the village had to go through in their growth.
So he nodded solemnly, looking intently at his father.
“Martial Soul is a special power that everyone on the Douluo Continent is born with.”
Liu Qing spoke slowly, his voice low and solemn, “It determines our future cultivation direction and potential.
Most of the martial souls of the villagers in Liu Family Village are things like hoes, sickles, and blue silver grass.
Your grandfather and I both have blue silver grass as our martial soul, which is generally considered a useless martial soul with weak attack power.
Your grandfather only reached level 19 in his entire life, while I still can’t break through level 30.”
Liu Feng listened very attentively.
He knew the name Blue Silver Grass, after all, the protagonist Tang San’s martial soul was also Blue Silver Grass.
He glanced at his father, then at his grandfather Liu Bai standing to the side, and a strong premonition welled up in his heart—his martial soul was most likely also Blue Silver Grass.
Liu Feng’s grandfather, Liu Bai, was the former village chief of Liu Family Village.
His martial soul was also Blue Silver Grass, and he had innate soul power of level one.
He followed the path of a support-type soul master.
In his youth, he served in the military.
Later, he relied on planting, harvesting, and selling medicinal herbs to cultivate himself to the level 19 Soul Master.
Although Liu Bai is over sixty years old and the years have etched deep wrinkles on his face, he is still energetic and has bright, piercing eyes.
He walked to Liu Feng’s side, affectionately patted his grandson’s head, and encouraged him with a smile: “Xiao Feng, although Blue Silver Grass is not a powerful martial soul, as long as you are willing to work hard, with your father and me by your side, you will definitely go further than us on the path of a soul master in the future.”
“Although my strength is limited, I learned some basic boxing, spear fighting, and archery skills in the army when I was young, as well as the unique training methods of the army.
Now, I will pass on these experiences to you without reservation, hoping that you can change the fate of the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul through unremitting efforts.”
Liu Feng nodded vigorously.
He understood that his grandfather and father were encouraging him.
He clenched his small fists tightly and secretly vowed in his heart that no matter what his martial spirit was, he would strive to become stronger.
“Father, how does one awaken a martial spirit?” Liu Feng couldn’t contain his curiosity and couldn’t help but ask.
Liu Qing smiled slightly and patiently explained, “Martial Soul Awakening takes place at the age of six, with a special ceremony performed by a Soul Master.
At that time, the Soul Power within your body will naturally awaken.
However, before that, you can strengthen your physique through physical exercise to lay a solid foundation for future cultivation.”
Upon hearing this, Liu Feng’s eyes lit up immediately: “If I start training now, will I become even stronger?”
Liu Qing nodded and said, “Although there is no conclusive evidence that training directly helps with the awakening of martial spirits, it is the only method we can use for now.
Doing something is better than doing nothing.”
Liu Feng looked up and gazed around the courtyard.
The blue silver grass growing in the corners of the walls and crevices of the stones swayed gently in the breeze.
A complex emotion welled up within him, and he slowly squatted down, reaching out his small hand to gently stroke the grass, as if he could feel the faint power contained within it.
“Father, Grandfather, if my martial soul is Blue Silver Grass, will I definitely have soul power?” Liu Feng suddenly asked.
Liu Qing and Liu Bai exchanged a glance and remained silent for a moment.
Then, Liu Qing walked to his son’s side and said softly, “Xiao Feng, Blue Silver Grass is the inherited martial soul of our Liu family, and you are very likely to also have the Blue Silver Grass martial soul.”
“Although Blue Silver Grass isn’t good at attacking, it’s incredibly resilient.
You can follow in your grandfather’s and my footsteps and become a support-type Soul Master.
As long as you work hard, you’ll definitely become an outstanding Soul Master.” Liu Qing didn’t directly answer his son’s question about Soul Power.
Liu Feng nodded, but he didn’t feel too disappointed.
He has accepted this reality and has even begun to think about how to make full use of the properties of Blue Silver Grass to enhance his strength.
“Father, Grandpa, I want to train more before I turn six to prepare for the awakening of my martial spirit,” Liu Feng said with a determined look in his eyes.
Liu Qing and Liu Bai looked at each other again, a hint of relief flashing in their eyes.
Liu Bai smiled and said, “Alright, since you’re so determined, we’ll definitely do our best to help you.
However, you have to train gradually and not be too impatient.”
From that day on, Liu Feng’s training plan officially began.
Based on his age and characteristics, Liu Qing and Liu Bai tailored a physical training program for him, which included running, jumping, strength training, and also arranged reading and literacy learning tasks.
One night, Liu Feng lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
He got up, walked to the window, looked up at the twinkling stars in the night sky, and his heart was filled with boundless anticipation for the future.
“Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, no matter what, I will try my best.” Liu Feng murmured softly, as if making a solemn promise to himself.
But the thought that “I’m afraid I don’t have innate soul power” still occasionally popped into his mind.
The next morning, as the first rays of sunlight streamed into the courtyard, Liu Feng began his exercise as usual.
He knew in his heart that the day of awakening his martial spirit was getting closer and closer, and he had to seize every minute to lay a solid foundation for the future.
Liu Qing and Liu Bai stood aside, watching Liu Feng train diligently, their hearts filled with pride.
They knew that Liu Feng was ready to face future challenges, and all they could do was silently support him from behind, helping him go further and further on the path of a Soul Master.
“Xiao Feng, keep it up!” Liu Qing said softly, his eyes full of expectation.
Liu Feng nodded firmly and then threw himself into the exercise again.
No matter what awaits him ahead, he will forge ahead bravely and never back down.
Because he is Liu Feng, a transmigrator from another world, who is inherently unwilling to be ordinary.
‘Before I transmigrated, I was an ordinary person, and after I transmigrated, I’m still an ordinary person.
So, didn’t I transmigrate for nothing?’