Outrageous! I threw a hundred or so overpowered characters into Douluo Continent.

Upon hearing this, the other two people immediately exploded.

"Tang Hao's son? Blue Silver Emperor bloodline? Knows Tang Sect's secret techniques? His name is Tang San?" Qian Gu Jue's eyes widened. "Isn't this Tang San, the protagonist of the original story?!"

"That's not right!" Oppai immediately retorted, "In the original story, Tang San was clearly taken to live in seclusion in Holy Soul Village by Tang Hao right after he was born! How could he be adopted by the Spirit Hall? And a twin? There's no twin plot at all in the original story!"

"Also, if he were the original Tang San, why would he stay peacefully in the Spirit Hall? The Spirit Hall is his mortal enemy in the original story!" Gui Mengguan frowned, looking puzzled.

The three time travelers squatted behind the artificial hill, looking at each other in bewilderment, their minds in complete chaos.

After a long pause, Qian Gu Jue suddenly slapped his thigh and whispered, "I get it! We didn't transmigrate into the original story at all! We transmigrated into a Douluo Continent fanfiction!"

"Fan fiction?" The other two people immediately looked at him.

"How else can we explain this?" Qian Gu Jue counted on his fingers, "Look, the Thousandfold Light Ancestor, who wasn't in the original story, is here; Chrysanthemum Douluo, who was male in the original story, has become a woman and had a child with Ghost Douluo; Tang San, who should have been in Holy Soul Village in the original story, has become a twin and was adopted by the Spirit Hall; and then there are the three of us transmigrators! This is absolutely a hodgepodge of fanfiction, incorporating all sorts of fanfiction tropes and drastically altered plots!"

Gui Mengguan and Oupai suddenly realized what was going on, and the more they thought about it, the more they understood.

"My god, so we've been transported into a fanfiction fic?" Gui Mengguan's lips twitched. "Starting in the villain's stronghold, and becoming classmates with the original protagonist? What kind of hellish start is this?"

"No, it's not exactly a hellish start." Oppai blinked. "We have Title Douluos as our backers! Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo, who wouldn't survive the Jialing Pass in the original story, is now your parents at Ghost Meng Pass; Light Feather Douluo is my grandfather; Demon Subduing Thousand Pounds is your grandfather, Eternal Jade! With this setup, we're definitely second-generation villains!"

"I wonder if this Tang San is the reincarnation of the original Tang San, or a transmigrator like us?" Qian Gu Jue stroked his chin, looking curious.

The three time travelers exchanged glances, each seeing a strong desire for gossip and a probing intent in the other's eyes.

"How about we give him a try?" Gui Mengguan raised an eyebrow. "If he's from the same hometown, we can recruit him. Four transmigrators banding together can roam freely in this world! But if he really is the original Tang San, then we'd better plan ahead, lest he mistake us for a villain and eliminate us!"

Oupai said, "No way, his eyes look pretty clear to me. It's probably some twin story from a fanfiction. That mouse just happened to throw Tang San to the Spirit Hall."

"That's possible. We should give it a try no matter what." Qian Gu Jue agreed wholeheartedly.

"If it really is Tang San, then his story might be a comparison between two Tang Sans."

As it turns out, the process was completely wrong, but the result was correct.

Oupai and Qian Gu Jue immediately nodded, and the three of them hit it off. They straightened their little clothes and walked towards Tang San under the corridor with their short legs.

Tang San, who was under the corridor, had already sensed the three auras approaching him. He slowly closed the book in his hand and looked up at them.

His dark eyes held no trace of childish innocence, only a calm vigilance, as if he had already seen through their intentions.

The three of them, Gui Mengguan, stopped in front of Tang San. Gui Mengguan, who had the sweetest tongue, was the first to speak.

He shook his short, dangling hands at his sides, his beautiful almond-shaped eyes crinkling with admiration. "Tang San, your footwork this morning was amazing! The teacher was stunned. He said he's been teaching for over ten years and has never seen anyone who can walk the balance steps so well at the age of three. You're even more talented than a genius."

As soon as he said that, Qian Gu Jue next to him immediately nodded in agreement, scratching the back of his head with a troubled look, and chimed in: "Yeah, yeah, I just can't do it. The power techniques the teacher taught me always feel wrong to me. When I lift the stone weight, either it wobbles too much or I can't get any strength. My arms are sore from practicing, but I still haven't figured it out."

Oupai also took off the mini wooden bow from his back and hugged it to his chest, adding in a low voice, "Me too. When I practice aiming, my breathing is always messed up, and my hand shakes when I exhale. Even though my posture is right, I just can't hit the bullseye. Tang San, do you have some special tricks? You seem to have it easier than the rest of us with the same amount of exercise."

The three of them chatted away, their conversation revolving entirely around their learning experiences from daily classes. There wasn't a hint of abrupt probing; they were just like three peers genuinely seeking knowledge and admiring the strength of others.

What bad intentions could children have? If they are later exposed as time travelers, they can lie to Tang San that they are children who have traveled from the past, and by then their relationship will have been established.

Tang San glanced at the three of them, his fingertips lightly tracing the edge of the book's pages, without speaking immediately.

He was always quiet and didn't like to mingle with others. In the past few days, he had only seen these three children from afar—Gui Mengguan was agile and never fell while climbing high and low; Qian Gujue was far stronger than other children his age and lifted stone weights with incredible stability; and Oupai was an extremely accurate archer, hitting the bullseye every time from thirty paces away. All three children were geniuses in the eyes of others, yet they all humbled themselves to ask him for guidance, which unconsciously eased his wariness of strangers.

When he heard the words "family," his fingertips paused slightly, and a warm feeling instantly welled up in his heart.

He was no longer the lonely and helpless outer disciple of the Tang Sect in his previous life, who could only secretly learn martial arts techniques.

In this life, he opened his eyes to find himself in a warm swaddling cloth, with Bibi Dong, dressed in a black and red robe, her eyes cold yet exceptionally gentle towards him, guarding his side.

All he knew was that he was an orphan whom Bibi Dong had picked up in a desolate mountain range filled with the smell of blood. He had no father or mother. It was Bibi Dong who gave him a name, a place to shelter him from the wind and rain, and took meticulous care of him.

Every night, no matter how busy Bibi Dong was, she would come to his room to see him, tuck him in, and warm his cold little feet with her warm hands. When he first learned to speak, the first word he uttered, "Mama," brought tears to the eyes of the usually stern and unyielding Elder Judge. When he was sick with a fever, Bibi Dong stayed up for three days and three nights, personally feeding him medicine and wiping his body by his bedside. Even if the book he wanted to read was a rare copy locked away in the Elders' Hall, Bibi Dong would do everything she could to find it for him, never uttering a single harsh word against him.

In his heart, Bibi Dong was his biological mother, the person he was closest to in this world.

The Spirit Hall is his home, and everyone here is a friend, family member, or brother who belongs to the same family as him.

This hard-won family affection and stability made him feel extremely satisfied and cherished it immensely.

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