Tsk tsk, Innate Soul Power of 0.5...
What a pity...
Ignoring the noisy chatter of the surrounding villagers, Li Xun took a big bite of the beef and celery stuffed bun.
This was his first meal since transmigrating here today.
And it was the only proper food this body had eaten in the past few days.
As his stomach filled with food, a warm current surged from his abdomen to his entire body.
Savoring the rich flavor of beef and the fresh aroma of celery between his teeth.
Li Xun closed his eyes in bliss.
Suddenly, he felt that being alive was truly wonderful.
"Your Majesty, the bun tastes good, right?"
The boy standing in front of Li Xun swallowed hard upon hearing the chewing sounds behind him.
He scratched his itchy cheek and turned to look at Li Xun.
"If you return the throne to me, the day after tomorrow... no, tomorrow, I'll bring you two more buns."
"Moreover, I can appoint you as the Empire Marshal."
Ignoring the boy's incessant chatter.
Li Xun focused on eating the bun in his hand.
He was now a king with one queen, two ministers, and one commoner.
Although this force was small and consisted entirely of children.
They had still learned from adults and established some rules.
One rule that Li Xun valued the most.
Was that during the first seven days of a new king's reign, all members of the empire had to offer tributes to the king daily.
Though these were just small snacks and the like, they were still food.
To fill his stomach, Li Xun had launched a rebellion without hesitation.
Ultimately ascending to the throne as a beggar.
Swallowing the last bite, Li Xun evenly rubbed the residual grease from the bun onto every corner of both hands.
To alleviate the dryness and cracks on his hands.
"Isn't this just pure mental torture?"
Li Xun never dreamed that he would transmigrate twice in a row.
From a modern society's overworked and suddenly deceased laborer, to a point where he had to become a child king just to fill his stomach.
Just last night, it had been a dream-like start.
He had transmigrated into the peerless powerhouse Hashirama Senju from Naruto.
Though it was sudden.
Relying on the memories in Hashirama's mind, Li Xun had displayed numerous ninjutsu on the ninja battlefield.
His final ninjutsu, True Several Thousand Hands: Top Transformation Buddha, had even awed countless people on the battlefield.
But perhaps due to the excessive exploitation by his black-hearted boss, the fatigue hadn't been relieved.
Standing at a high point.
For a moment, Li Xun felt his soul waver, and his reincarnated body showed signs of disintegration.
It was this momentary flaw that gave the enemy an opportunity.
Li Xun only felt a chill on his back.
When he opened his eyes again, he had transmigrated into an orphan in Gu Rong Village, under the jurisdiction of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School in the Douluo Continent.
The village was named after the Titled Douluo Gu Rong, who had briefly stayed here in his early years.
Perhaps the village name was too blatant.
Every time it was time to awaken the children's Martial Souls, this place was an unavoidable spot for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
It was now the annual awakening moment.
"Douluo is also good, although it's the floor tile of the fantasy world, but after becoming a god, lifespan is almost infinite."
Looking at the crowd lining up to awaken their Martial Souls, Li Xun kept comforting himself in his heart.
"Even someone as strong as Hashirama Senju in Naruto couldn't escape the fate of birth, aging, illness, and death."
Compared to other worlds, here they even had a ten-thousand-year plan.
It showed how cheap time was after becoming a god.
And gods didn't have to work...
Li Xun wasn't trying to escape work, but who asked him to transmigrate.
"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is still around, but I wonder how Tang San is doing now."
To be honest, Li Xun didn't want to fawn over Tang San.
He had crossed over; why not take this opportunity to live freely?
Instead of becoming a sycophant.
It would be better to let a dog cross over; dogs fawn more directly than humans.
"Hey, you won't even give me two buns? Do you want to fight me again?"
The boy, seeing that his words were ignored, got a bit angry: "I only narrowly lost this time. If I'm prepared, can you still beat me?"
"Call me the King."
Li Xun looked at the boy's swollen cheeks and rubbed his own slightly sore hands.
"It seems you've forgotten. Go home and look in the mirror to see your face."
Logically speaking.
As an adult, Li Xun shouldn't have hit a child so hard, even for food.
After all, force is mutual.
Hitting the other person hurts your own hand.
He did this to settle the grudges for the little beggar who was often bullied in the empire.
"You're still trying to trick me; you only hit me once."
The boy was startled, feeling a tightness in his chest, and quickly rubbed his face.
No wonder his face felt numb and itchy.
But he absolutely couldn't admit to this.
"Let's have another match, this time to see who has higher awakened Soul Power. If you lose, you give up the throne; if I lose, I'll give you two buns."
After speaking, a glint of shrewdness flashed in the boy's eyes.
The ferocity Li Xun displayed during the fight changed the boy's previous impression of this orphan's cowardice, and he felt he had no chance of winning again.
The boy decided to take a gamble. If he won and regained the throne, he would rewrite the rules.
Li Xun smiled and shook his head, ignoring the rebellious boy.
As an adult, he couldn't care less about children playing house.
The reason he became king was just to get some immediate food.
To restore his strength and refine the Spiritual Energy within him.
After all, the awakening of Martial Souls in the Douluo Continent is quite magical; you're either a genius or a failure.
It's better to prepare early.
If he didn't measure any Soul Power during his Martial Soul awakening, he would focus entirely on Ninjutsu.
That way, even if his Soul Power level couldn't improve, he could still live well in the Douluo Continent.
And with careful study, he might even find another path.
But this was just his worst-case scenario.
After all, becoming a god in this world requires Soul Power level and a divine position; it's hard to bypass the gods' gaze and find another way.
"Blue Silver Grass, a useless Martial Soul."
"Lid... too bad there's no Soul Power."
As the children in front dwindled one by one, the rebellious boy also fell in battle.
The empire was wiped out.
Li Xun felt uneasy and stepped forward slowly.
Although he had Ninjutsu as a backup, he couldn't help but feel nervous.
After all, the rules of this world are based on Martial Souls and Soul Power.
"Come, extend your right hand."
Perhaps because his performance wasn't up to par, Ning Yuan, responsible for awakening Martial Souls, seemed somewhat numb.
Li Xun stepped into the hexagram array and carefully extended his right hand.
As Ning Yuan channeled his Soul Power.
Li Xun felt a faint energy slowly emerging within his body.
Gradually, the energy inside became clearer, and it seemed like something was about to manifest in his hands.
Li Xun's mind raced as he quickly recalled the precautions needed for the Douluo.
Twin Martial Souls!
His heart pounded wildly, and he clenched his left hand tightly, using his willpower to suppress it.
He couldn't let the second Martial Soul manifest.
Twin Martial Souls were a once-in-a-millennium occurrence. Although the second Martial Soul was difficult to cultivate and there were records of practitioners exploding from the strain, it was still something that would make others envious.
With so many people around, if he revealed it in public, who knows what kind of trouble it might cause.
"Hmm? A wooden carving."
Ning Yuan looked at the Martial Soul in Li Xun's right hand with surprise.
He had traveled through various villages for years, awakening Martial Souls for children of the right age. He had awakened all kinds of common Martial Souls.
But a wooden carving, this was the first time he had seen it.
Moreover, this wooden carving was bizarre beyond measure—a human figure with countless arms on its back.
Upon closer inspection, it was somewhat terrifying.
However, this also piqued his interest: "Come, child, place your hand on this crystal ball."
Li Xun suppressed his excitement, shifting his gaze away from the statue, and gently placed his left hand on the crystal ball.
The moment his palm touched the crystal ball, a faint blue light suddenly lit up from within.
This light was as gentle as a flame, yet it flickered unsteadily.
"This light is so dazzling, what level of Soul Power is this?"
A villager exclaimed in shock.
"Could it be Innate Full Soul Power?"
The boy, along with a group of empire members, stepped forward to get a closer look.
"Yes, it must be!"
Ning Yuan's expression shifted from its previous numbness to a twisted ecstasy.
He had been awakening Martial Souls in various villages for years, and the best record he had seen was Innate Soul Power level seven.
"This time, I'm really going to break the record. I wonder what reward the sect will give me, haha."
Ning Yuan laughed heartily, then looked at Li Xun with burning eyes: "Child, can you tell me the name of your Martial Soul?"
Li Xun felt somewhat uncomfortable under Ning Yuan's intense gaze.
After a moment of contemplation, he replied: "My Martial Soul is called, True Several Thousand Hands."