Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends.

Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

Author: Wuduanfeng

Introduction:

(The new book is also a Douluo fanfic; "Soul Masters Returning from Myriad Realms" has already been released. You can read it if you're interested.)

Lin Wan transmigrated into Douluo Continent and awakened the top-tier beast martial soul, Nine-Tailed Fox. However, due to the system's awakening and absorption of soul power, Lin Wan was found to have only level 1 innate soul power, and was not favored by others.

However, the Nine-Tailed Fox, being a type of nine-tailed fox, is naturally powerful.

The soul power absorbed by the system can also be refined back.

……

Years later, the Nine-Tailed Fox emerged, and the world changed color.

One by one, the characters summoned by the system followed him.

Tang San: "Sister Cinderella, I would give everything for you, so why do you still keep staring at Lin Wan?"

Xiao Wu: "Lord Nine-Colored Deer, you are the hope of us soul beasts, why should you obey a human?"

Qian Renxue: "Snow White, my daughter, I will find you everything you want."

Chapter 1 Life is too hard!

Douluo Continent.

Tianshuang City, Hanbei Village.

The cold wind howled, lashing Lin Wan's face like a whip covered in ice.

He was huddled deep inside a makeshift shack made of wheat stalks and withered branches at the village entrance, trying to shrink himself into an even smaller ball.

The biting cold wind seeped into the hut from all directions, and Lin Wan couldn't help but shiver.

He buried his toes, which were frozen purple and covered with tiny cracks, deep into the pile of decaying grass beneath him, which smelled faintly of mold.

In cold environments, the decaying and fermenting plant fibers can provide a small amount of heat to the forest as they slowly decompose.

This method was knowledge he had learned in his previous life. He was now somewhat grateful that he had paid attention in his university classes, otherwise he would have frozen to death in this cold winter.

"Day 1086".

Lin Wan stretched out her fingers, which were frozen red and almost numb, and carefully drew a clear short mark on the hard mud.

He has been in the world of Douluo Continent for three whole years, growing from a three-year-old child to a six-year-old.

God knows how he survived all these years; he will never believe in those time-travel novels again.

They say that after time-traveling, one can easily make a fortune, effortlessly exude an aura of dominance, recruit followers and beauties, and then, with extraordinary talent, become the number one in the world.

Why is it that he was an orphan when he transmigrated? Being an orphan is one thing, but it would be alright if he were in the inland area with a suitable climate.

But he happened to be in a village near the far north, where it was freezing cold and he couldn't do anything at all.

He still vividly remembers the scene before he traveled through time; he hadn't done anything, he was just doing his job properly.

How could he have been so lucky to be caught in the collapse of the library? At that time, he was working overtime wiping a copy of "Andersen's Fairy Tales" with a gold-stamped cover. Then, he closed his eyes and opened them again, and became an orphan in this small rural village.

Now Lin Wan can only wait for the upcoming awakening of her martial soul to change her fate.

He didn't aspire to awaken a top-tier martial soul and innate full soul power like his predecessors who were transmigrators; he only hoped to awaken a martial soul with soul power.

It's not that Lin Wan lacks ambition; it's just that in the past three years, Lin Wan has seen through the world.

It's a society where the rich rely on technology and the poor rely on mutation.

For an ordinary person like him, whose parents are both ordinary people without soul power, the chance of him awakening a martial soul with soul power is extremely slim.

For example, in Hanbei Village where he lived, most of the villagers were ordinary people without soul power. Their descendants were also mostly ordinary people without soul power, and only a handful of them had awakened innate soul power over the decades.

Those who awaken their soul power generally leave the village and move to the city to live.

Furthermore, they would only marry Soul Masters, which is why their offspring have a very high chance of having innate Soul Power.

Therefore, on the Douluo Continent, the descendants of Soul Masters are Soul Masters, and the descendants of ordinary people are ordinary people. This forms a clear dividing line.

People like Lin Wan, who transmigrated into the world, are very likely to be descendants of ordinary people with zero innate soul power.

Lin Wan saw through this reality, which is why he didn't ask for much; he only hoped that his innate soul power wouldn't be zero.

"Brother Wan! The old village chief's hair is all scraggly!"

A child's voice, thick with nasal tone and trembling from the cold, reached Lin Wan's ears from the cold wind.

A small, red, grimy hand roughly pulled back the tattered curtain of the shack. Gouwa's face, also covered in frostbite, appeared before Lin Wan.

Two streams of snot froze into tiny icicles, hanging comically and pathetically under Gouwa's nostrils as he stared wide-eyed at Lin Wan.

"Brother Wan, the village chief sent me to call you to get the porridge."

Gouwa and Lin Wan were both orphans who grew up eating food from the villagers.

After Lin Wan transmigrated, because she was an adult in her previous life, she was not as naive as a real three-year-old child and acted more maturely. Occasionally, she would help this orphan who shared the same plight as her.

Therefore, the orphan named Gouwa naturally followed behind Lin Wan.

Besides his kindness, Lin Wan helped Gouwa for another reason: he suspected that Gouwa had a high chance of having innate soul power.

Because Gouwa's constitution was somehow better than all the other children in the village, he seemed to be unafraid of the cold.

Just like now, when it's freezing cold, Lin Wan can only huddle in her shack to avoid the cold, while Gouwa seems oblivious to the cold and runs around happily outside.

Upon hearing the word "muddled," Lin Wan's mind, which had been frozen by the cold wind, instantly cleared up.

Unlike inland villages, Hanbei Village is located in the far north, where the weather is freezing cold and it is impossible to grow common crops and food. Therefore, the farmers of Hanbei rely mostly on hunting animals and soul beasts to obtain food.

Most of the villagers in Hanbei lack soul power, and their martial souls are mostly of the ice attribute.

This has resulted in the villagers of Hanbei Village being generally unafraid of the cold, except for children who have not yet awakened their martial spirit.

In order to generate income, Hanbei Village organizes hunting teams to go into the deep forests and mountains every so often. The spoils from the hunt are then sold and distributed in a unified manner.

Because of this unique cooperative model, the villagers of Hanbei Village basically eat together.

Without any hesitation, Lin Wan got up from the pile of rotting grass that still held a faint warmth, grabbed a rough pottery bowl with several chips on it, brushed off the grass clippings sticking to her body, and then shoved open the tattered curtain and rushed into the raging snowstorm with Gouwa.

Beside the large iron pot in the center of the village, blackened by smoke and fire, a long, crooked queue had already formed.

Everyone in the group gripped their bowls tightly, their eyes fixed on the steam rising from the iron pot.

Lin Wan pulled Gouwa and quickly squeezed to the back of the line. His small body trembled uncontrollably in the cold wind, and his teeth chattered.

He strained to stand on tiptoe, peering over the heads of the children in front of him, and looked at the iron pot.

The old man next to the iron pot was none other than Old Drus, the village chief of Hanbei Village. He was the oldest and most respected elder in Hanbei Village, and at this moment he looked particularly old and tired.

He wore an old cotton coat, also patched up, and the wind and snow made a dull, grating "bang" sound, trying to drown out the roar of the wind and snow.

"Listen up, everyone!"

Old Drews' voice was somewhat hoarse, but carried an undeniable sternness.

"Eat sparingly, everyone. The blizzard has blocked the mountain roads, and the food team can't get in today. They'll be back the day after tomorrow with the Soul Masters from the Spirit Hall. This gruel is the last ration. Anyone who dares to steal it or waste it, don't blame this old man for being ruthless!"

Upon hearing this, a surge of joy instantly rose in Lin Wan's heart.

Finally, it's coming.

He had waited so long, and finally, his martial spirit was about to awaken.

Chapter 2 Snowclaw Vulture

The queue moved forward little by little in front of the iron pot, and it took about ten minutes before it was Lin Wan's turn.

Looking at old Drews's face, Lin Wan held up his chipped ceramic bowl and tried his best to force a pitiful yet cute smile, hoping that old Drews would give him more porridge out of pity.

Old Drews glanced at Lin Wan with his murky eyes, but didn't say anything more.

He simply sat and did what he had done dozens of times: picked up the wooden spoon, tilted it, and poured a stream of warm, thin liquid into the bowl.

Lin Wan looked at the amount in the bowl and sighed silently.

The portion was noticeably less than a third of what it usually was; only the bottom layer of the bowl had a slightly viscous consistency, while the rest was almost like clear water, reflecting his pale and anxious face.

"Brother Wan, there's so little today."

Gouwa, carrying an equally pitiful half-bowl of porridge, squeezed next to Lin Wan, his voice trembling with tears, his little face scrunched up.

Lin Wan didn't say anything, but swept the bowl of Gouwa. She felt much more at ease, as there was only half the usual amount in Gouwa's bowl.

Happiness arises from comparison, and Lin Wan felt a sense of happiness instantly.

Lin Wan carefully protected the rim of the bowl with both hands, not letting the wind and snow carry away even a trace of heat.

Then, he lowered his head and began to sip the wine from the rough inner wall of the earthenware bowl. He even licked the bowl clean, not wasting a single drop.

The warm, sticky paste slid down Lin Wan's dry throat, bringing him a brief moment of comfort.

But the amount of the paste was too small, and Lin Wan's stomach was like a bottomless pit. The paste made even louder gurgling sounds, reminding him that this little bit of food wasn't even enough to fill a gap between his teeth.

The hunger not only failed to subside, but intensified, like countless tiny teeth gnawing at his internal organs.

Lin Wan sighed; he was already used to this feeling.

He looked up, his gaze unconsciously drifting towards the lead-gray sky.

The wind and snow continued to rage, but through the gaps in the rolling clouds, several gray-black shadows were moving through the snow and occasionally letting out cries that pierced through the wind and snow.

"Wow—!"

That's a Snowclaw Vulture, the most common soul beast in the far north.

They possess sharp, hook-like claws and keen eyesight that allows them to lock onto prey even in blizzards.

They are the scavengers of this frigid land, circling high in the sky every day, searching for corpses that have frozen to death.

Then, they swoop down like lightning, grab the frozen body with their sharp claws, and carry it back to their nest as food for them to survive the winter.

Of course, in addition to dead corpses, they also liked to eat the flesh of children, as this was the easiest prey for them to obtain.

Watching the snow eagles circling in the wind and snow, Lin Wan felt a surge of urgency.

He abruptly pulled his gaze away, clutching the empty bowl tightly to his chest. It was his eating utensil, and he couldn't throw it away.

He pulled Gouwa, who was still in a daze, and looked at the gray shadow in the sky with curiosity.

"Let's go! Go back quickly! Don't stay outside!"

The two children plunged into the wetlands and rushed back to their respective huts.

The wind and snow seemed to be getting heavier, making every step Lin Wan took incredibly difficult.

Lin Wan stumbled back to her crumbling shelter and tucked the tattered curtain tightly inside.

He curled up again in the pile of decaying grass, burying his cold toes in it to draw out the meager warmth.

Lin Wan took out the empty bowl from her bosom. There seemed to be some sticky residue and a faint warmth left on the bowl.

He hesitated for a moment, but ultimately could not resist the urge of instinct. He stuck out his tongue again and carefully licked the bowl again until he could no longer feel any trace of it.

The cold wind howled outside the hut, but Lin Wan felt an unstoppable warmth in her heart.

In two days, the Spirit Hall will be coming to Hanbei Village to awaken the spirits of six-year-old children.

In the darkness, Lin Wan hugged her small knees tightly and buried her face in them.

"Douluo Continent".

He silently murmured the name of this world, a world with magical martial spirits and soul masters.

Lin Wan had read this novel before, and at that time he was attracted by the exciting plot and the wondrous martial spirit. He even fantasized about traveling to this time, awakening a powerful martial spirit, and soaring to the sky.

But now he realizes that the wondrous worlds in those novels are as distant as stars in the sky to a six-year-old orphan huddled in a pile of rotting grass, struggling for half a bowl of vegetable porridge.

Awakening one's martial spirit is an ordinary person's only hope, and Lin Wan's only stepping stone to escape the mire.

He must persevere and get through these last two days.

We cannot be like an insignificant speck of dust, silently wiped away by wind, snow, and birds of prey.

……