Battle Through the Heavens: Transmigrating into Douluo Continent, Forging an Emperor with Gods!

"Even the wolf king, who is nearly fifty years old, was only worth 100 gold coins... those two rabbits are probably in even more trouble."

Xiao Yan glanced back at the pharmacy, recalling the two trembling little white rabbits and his own ruthless determination "for the greater cause" back then. At this moment, he felt both amused and helpless.

Then, his gaze fell on his other palm, where a small grass with slender leaves and a faint pale blue halo lay quietly—the Blue Silver Grass.

Just now in the shop, the old man with the goatee glanced at it only once, then waved his hand dismissively, as if shooing away a fly.

"I think you're money-mad! You dare to pass off a random weed as a magic medicine? Get out of here, don't get in my way!"

"Sigh..." Xiao Yan sighed deeply, putting the Blue Silver Grass back into his inner pocket. Sure enough, the protagonist's "useless martial soul" was still treated as trash here.

Things from Douluo Continent, when brought to Dou Qi Continent, don't seem to be as "high-end" or valuable as he imagined.

This trip to another world, apart from the wolf bone I managed to get by luck, seems to have been... a complete waste?

Amen, why don't you go to a higher world?

Xiao Yan shook his head, dispelling the frustration in his heart. The road ahead was still long, and one setback was nothing. At least, he had made an initial attempt to explore the gap between the two worlds.

"100 gold coins can buy quite a lot of things."

Xiao Yan murmured to himself, put away his money pouch, and walked into the market.

……

Around noon, Xiao Yan returned to the Xiao family home. As he passed the martial arts training ground, he heard a commotion coming from there.

A boy, surrounded by a group of young men of varying ages, was dressed in a brocade robe embroidered with the Xiao family's unique crest. He held his head high, his face filled with arrogance.

The next person arrived, amidst the cheers of the crowd.

The boy raised his hand and threw a punch. Although the wind from the punch was weak, it carried considerable force, smashing a small pebble in front of him to pieces.

"Young Master Xiao Yan is amazing! That Wind-Strike Fist is so fast and accurate. I've been practicing for a month and I still don't have your strength!"

A round-faced young man quickly stepped forward, flattering him with a fawning expression, his obsequious tone almost overflowing.

"Of course! Young Master Xiao Yan is a genius who reached the third stage of Dou Power at the age of five. Who in the entire younger generation of the Xiao family can compare to him?"

Another tall, thin young man quickly echoed him, even deliberately hunching his back and adopting an extremely humble posture.

"In my opinion, in a few years, Young Master Xiao Yan will definitely be able to take over the Xiao family. We'll all have to rely on you from now on!"

"The position of young clan leader should rightfully belong to Young Master Xiao Yan!"

"Yes! Young clan leader!"

The surrounding praises rose and fell, and Xiao Yan's eyebrows lifted, his arrogance growing even stronger.

He glanced sideways at the sycophantic crowd before him, gave a light "snort" through his nose, his tone carrying a hint of disdain and arrogance:

"It's just the third stage of Battle Power, what's there to brag about? In another six months, I'll definitely break through to the fourth stage and let those trash from the Obama and Jialie clans see the power of my Xiao family!"

After saying that, he raised his chin and swept his gaze around the square, as if the entire world should prostrate itself at his feet.

He casually raised his hand and patted the shoulder of a disciple beside him, his gesture carrying an air of self-righteous control, befitting a future young clan leader.

Xiao Yan, who was passing by, withdrew his gaze.

At the Battle Power stage, one can learn some basic combat techniques. With power, one must learn to utilize it. However, generally speaking, few people start cultivating combat skills at the third stage of Battle Power, as it is a waste of effort.

Improving one's cultivation level is the key during this period...

If someone is a genius, then there's no need to worry. Xiao Yan is exactly like that right now. At the age of 5, he has cultivated his Dou Qi to the third level in just one year!

The Xiao family's strongest genius in a century!

With the same level of cultivation, he spent an extra year, which theoretically means he couldn't even keep up with the level of flattery.

If he hadn't activated his cheat ability, he might have considered seeking refuge with someone else.

But now...

Xiao Yan couldn't help but glance at Xiao Yan's current state. He was confident, even arrogant. Xiao Yan was probably around eighteen years old when he transmigrated, which was the time when he was at the peak of his ambition.

Having suddenly arrived in this fantastical world where one can act swiftly and vengeance and where strength reigns supreme, it is perfectly normal for someone with talent that surpasses their peers to exhibit such a state!

He can understand that mentality.

But even the old master Yao couldn't help but have doubts under such circumstances, which is why he chose to spend three years training him.

You said that Yao Lao was revived by absorbing Xiao Yan's Dou Qi?

Don't make the Medicine Master laugh.

How could the fighting spirit of a mere nobody who isn't even a Dou Zhe have such a decisive effect on the soul of a Dou Zun?

Most likely, this is just a pretext for deliberately polishing it.

Furthermore, Xiao Yan likely realized this later on, recalling his childhood personality and actions, and thus built a layer of armor around himself, frankly admitting his own shortcomings.

"He has never been a good person."

The master and apprentice understood each other implicitly and had a great tacit understanding.

On the contrary, Xiao Yan seems more like a big boy whose browser history was discovered by his teacher and who was then severely punished...

"Hmm, it seems like I can't be sure..." Xiao Yan thought for a moment.

"If I can activate Amen with my meager Dou Qi, perhaps Xiao Yan's Dou Qi really does have some special nourishing effect on Yao Lao's extremely weak soul?"

With this unresolved question in mind, Xiao Yan withdrew his attention from Xiao Yan, who was also a transmigrator...

"At this moment! It would be best if kings did not meet!"

"Hmph...hmph..."

Meanwhile, Xiao Yan, in the center of the training ground, caught a glimpse of a figure turning away, exuding a sense of decisiveness and heroic spirit, and frowned almost imperceptibly.

The man was about the same size as him, but unlike the others, he seemed to disregard him from beginning to end.

"Who is it? So pretentious..."

At the same time, on the other side.

Inside the Xiao family's council hall.

The gaze of Xiao Zhan, the patriarch of the Xiao family, fell on the small figure not far in front of him.

Although the girl was young, she was already graceful and elegant, exuding a refined and understated charm that belied her age, making it almost impossible to look away.

Xiao Zhan looked at the girl, his expression complex. Finally, he sighed deeply, a gentle smile like that of an elder appeared on his face, and said slowly:

"Your original surname is inconvenient here. From now on, you will be called Xiao Xun'er, is that alright?"

"Hmm..." Gu... Xiao Xun'er nodded gently.

……

I returned to my room.

Xiao Yan glanced at the two little white rabbits he had locked in the simple wooden cage, and couldn't help but sigh again.

He squatted down in front of the cage and poked the fluffy head of one of the rabbits. "You guys are lucky. If my cooking skills weren't so bad, I would have steamed or braised them, you could have had them all."

Then I stuffed the blue silver grass into the cage like it was food, just to let the pet pass the time.

"And while we're at it, let's experiment with what changes happen to soul beasts when they come to other worlds. What if they become stronger..."