Douluo Continent: I will always be one level above Tang San.

A faint glimmer of dawn appeared on the horizon.

On a small hill about 100 meters high behind Shenghun Village.

A small, thin figure was climbing towards the top of the mountain.

Having transmigrated from the Tang Sect as a genius outer disciple, Tang San has never slacked off for a single day.

Every morning, when the purple aura rises from the east, it is the best time to cultivate the Tang Sect's ultimate skill, the Purple Demon Eye.

However, when Tang San climbed to the top of the mountain and was about to sit down to cultivate, his movements suddenly froze.

Because on that mountaintop, someone was already sitting.

It was a boy who looked a little older than him, about six or seven years old, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, and a handsome and refined appearance.

At this moment, the boy was sitting cross-legged.

With eyes slightly closed and breaths long and even, he seemed to blend into the surrounding morning mist.

"Brother Lin Chuan!"

Tang San stopped in his tracks.

His eyes revealed deep admiration, even tinged with a hint of shame:

"I thought I got up early enough, but I didn't expect Brother Lin Chuan to already be cultivating on the mountaintop!"

Tang San was even more shocked when he saw the dewdrops on Lin Chuan's body:

"This state of harmony between humanity and nature is something even the inner elders of my Tang Sect have never achieved!"

"Brother Lin Chuan doesn't possess the Mysterious Heavenly Treasure Manual, yet he's managed to reach this level through his own comprehension; he's simply a peerless genius!"

Not daring to disturb him, he tiptoed to the side before beginning his own cultivation.

At this moment, Lin Chuan, who was sitting cross-legged on the large rock, twitched his eyelids slightly.

"Damn, this rock is so hard, it's making my back hurt!"

Lin Chuan cursed inwardly.

As a transmigrator who is also a cheat code with the [+1 System], he doesn't actually need to cultivate at all.

The system has bound itself to the target, Tang San.

As long as Tang San's strength improves, Lin Chuan will automatically receive feedback that is one level higher than Tang San's.

Tang San mastered the first level of the Purple Demon Eye, and Lin Chuan automatically obtained the second level.

Tang San's Xuan Tian Gong reached level one, while Lin Chuan automatically reached level two.

So, cultivation?

There's no way I'll ever be able to cultivate in this lifetime.

But he has to maintain a certain persona.

The character of the "Roll King" is one that Tang San respects and admires, and thus has to desperately try to catch up with.

Only when Tang San rolls up and trains desperately can Lin Chuan become stronger while lying down.

Lin Chuan actually came up to sleep with his bedding roll in the middle of the night yesterday.

This is the moment we've been waiting for.

The goal is to instill in Tang San a sense of urgency that "people who are more talented than you are working even harder than you."

As the sun rose, Tang San finished cultivating the Purple Demon Eye, and the purple light in his eyes gradually faded.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw that Lin Chuan had also finished his practice.

The purple light in Lin Chuan's eyes was several times more intense and profound than that in Tang San's eyes!

Tang San was deeply shocked:

"The Purple Demon Eye, encompassing all realms?! No, it may even have touched the threshold of the Subtle Realm!"

"Brother Lin Chuan only watched me practice a few times, without me saying any incantations, yet he not only learned it but also surpassed me by a whole realm?"

What extraordinary comprehension!

"The mistress is here?"

Lin Chuan smiled faintly, a smile that was unfathomable:

"The purple aura seems a little thinner today than yesterday."

Tang San quickly stood up and respectfully bowed:

"Good morning, Brother Lin Chuan. It seems your cultivation has improved again."

Lin Chuan stood up, stretched, and gently tapped Tang San's head:

"Improve? You're still a long way off."

"Little sister, did your mind wander for a fleeting moment while you were cultivating?"

Tang San blushed, overwhelmed with shame:

"My brother is right, I was just..."

"Cultivation is like rowing against the current; if you don't advance, you'll fall behind."

Lin Chuan spoke earnestly, his eyes revealing a hint of disappointment and frustration:

"Your talent is already inferior to mine. If you don't work twice as hard, how will you survive in this dog-eat-dog world?"

"Look at me, I've sat here all night, have I ever uttered a single complaint?"

Tang San's eyes reddened with emotion.

Brother Lin Chuan went to such lengths to set an example for me!

Tang San's father, Tang Hao, was a drunkard who spent his days in a drunken stupor.

If Tang San hadn't been so sensible and cooked by himself while standing on a stool, the father and son would probably have starved to death long ago.

Lin Chuan was an orphan in the village who grew up relying on the kindness of others.

He would often share the eggs and jerky the village chief gave him with Tang San, and would even mend Tang San's clothes.

In Tang San's heart, Lin Chuan was like his own brother.

He's even more like family than that unreliable old man.

Tang San clenched his fists, his eyes regaining their resolve:

"I understand, Brother Lin Chuan!"

"I will definitely work even harder!"

Lin Chuan nodded in satisfaction, his heart filled with joy:

[Ding! Detected that the host has successfully motivated Tang San. Tang San's cultivation will has increased, and his cultivation efficiency has improved. Host feedback: All attributes +1.]

"Let's go, let's go down the mountain."

Lin Chuan with his hands behind his back:

"Remember to use Ghost Step on the way back, don't waste any training opportunities."

"yes!"

Watching Tang San traverse the rugged mountain path as if it were flat ground, Lin Chuan also unleashed his Ghost Shadow Perception technique.

However, his steps were more graceful.

Each step seemed casual, yet the speed was slightly faster than Tang San's.

Tang San followed behind, watching the figure's back ahead, and silently vowed in his heart:

One day, I will surpass Brother Lin Chuan! I will never let him down!

......

Back in the village, the two went straight to Tang San's house.

The dilapidated mud-brick house had a broken blacksmith shop sign hanging at the entrance.

The room reeked of a hangover.

"Dad, dinner's ready."

Tang San skillfully ladled out the thin porridge and placed the pickled vegetables on top.

The curtain to the inner room was lifted, and a tall, robust but disheveled middle-aged man walked out.

It was none other than the reclusive Haotian Douluo, Tang Hao.

Tang Hao, still half asleep, grabbed the bowl and gulped down the porridge.

He merely glanced at Lin Chuan standing to the side and gave a curt "hmm" as a greeting.

Tang Hao had mixed feelings about Lin Chuan.

As a titled Douluo, his perception was extremely sharp.

Lin Chuan possessed a maturity far beyond his years, which he couldn't fathom.

But more importantly, this child was genuinely good to the mistress.

Good morning, Uncle Tang Hao.

Lin Chuan greeted him with a smile, showing no fear of the seemingly fierce drunkard.

Just then, the voice of Old Jack, the village chief, came from outside the door:

"The mistress! Is the mistress here? And Xiao Chuan too!"

Old Jack, the village chief, walked in, glanced disdainfully at Tang Hao who was drinking porridge, and waved his cane:

"Tang Hao, have you forgotten what day it is today? It's the annual Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony!"

"Hurry up and get the mistress ready to come with me!"

Tang Hao didn't even look up: "So what if you've awakened? Can you eat that?"

"You!" Old Jack was so angry that his beard trembled.

He said bitterly, "You useless piece of trash, it's one thing to be a blacksmith yourself, but do you have to ruin Xiao San's future too? Our Holy Soul Village produced a Soul Saint back in the day!"

"Soul Saint? That's an ancient almanac from many years ago." Tang Hao scoffed.

Seeing that the two were about to start arguing again, Lin Chuan took a step forward.

He stepped between the two and smiled gently:

"Grandpa Jack, don't be angry. It's not worth ruining your health."

"Uncle Tang Hao is also reluctant to let his mistress leave home, so we'll go with you right now."

As he spoke, Lin Chuan gave Tang San a wink.

Tang San understood immediately and quickly grabbed Old Jack's hand:

"Grandpa Jack, let's go."

Watching Lin Chuan handle things so smoothly yet politely.

A glint of light flashed in Tang Hao's cloudy eyes.

Then silence returned, and they continued to drink their porridge with their heads down.

……

The Martial Spirit Hall branch hall in the center of the village.

It's actually just a slightly larger wooden house.

At this time, apart from Lin Chuan and Tang San, the other seven children in the village had already arrived.

Standing in the very center was a young man in his twenties.

Dressed in a white, fitted outfit.

This is the famous "Blind Douluo" and "Guide to the Beginner Village" Great Soul Master Su Yuntao.

"Now that everyone's here, let's begin."

Su Yuntao was getting impatient.

He had already visited six villages but hadn't encountered a single person with soul power, and had long since given up hope.

"The scythe is a useless martial spirit, devoid of soul power."

"A hoe, a useless martial spirit, devoid of soul power."

"Blue Silver Grass, this useless martial soul is even worse than a scythe."

One by one, the children walked away disappointed, and Su Yuntao's face grew increasingly grim.

Old Jack, the village chief, was used to it; after all, it was the same every year!

Finally, it was the eighth child's turn, Tang San.

Tang San stepped into the hexagonal formation, and Su Yuntao skillfully infused him with soul power.

Amidst the shimmering golden light, Tang San extended his right hand, and in his palm, a pale blue blade of grass swayed gently.

"Blue Silver Grass again?"

Su Yuntao was completely speechless:

"Did Holy Soul Village stir up trouble with Blue Silver Grass?"

"Alright, next one. No need to test soul power anymore. Blue Silver Grass can't possibly have soul power."

A hint of disappointment flashed in Tang San's eyes.

"etc!"

Lin Chuan suddenly spoke.