Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

"However, to be fair, there aren't many people on this Douluo Continent who are pure of heart and live a simple and clear life."

"Whether it's 'Master Yu Xiaogang,' 'Cousin Liu Erlong,' or 'Secret Chamber Douluo Qian Xunji,' the completely insane Bibi Dong, the foolish Qian Renxue and Hu Liena who acted foolishly for love, or the philandering Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun who were already seeking pleasure in their teens."

“There are hardly any normal people among them.”

At this moment, countless complaints flashed through Wang Teng's mind.

After a long while, Wang Teng was able to suppress these chaotic thoughts one by one.

Immediately afterwards, he turned around, carrying the heavy bamboo basket on his back, and walked towards another path down the mountain.

At this moment, the road Wang Teng was walking on was the road leading to Tiger King Village.

Tiger King Village is a smaller village adjacent to Holy Soul Village.

At this moment, Wang Teng's steps were steady and firm, and his bronze face was particularly clear in the midday sun.

The mountains and forests were quiet, with only the sound of the breeze.

Wang Teng walked down the mountain path, where the slope gradually became gentler.

About half an hour later, the outline of the end of Tiger King Village came into view.

His family were hunters in the village, and for the convenience of hunting, they also kept watch over the forest behind the mountain for the village.

Although the forest is mostly inhabited by small animals such as rabbits and pheasants, larger creatures like foxes occasionally dart out.

Therefore, Wang Teng's house was built at the very front of the village.

This place is closest to the back mountain.

Wang Teng's family courtyard is considered quite nice in this village; his father, Wang Wu, spent a considerable amount of money to build it back then.

To the north are three main rooms, where people lived; these were the residences of Wang Teng and his two sons.

There is a low house on each of the east and west sides, one side being a latrine and the other a kitchen.

A small storage room was built on the south side.

The yard is quite spacious, with a pomegranate tree in the middle, which is currently in full bloom.

As he drew closer to his home, Wang Teng quickened his pace.

Before long, he arrived at his own wooden door.

Wang Teng skillfully squatted down, took out the key from under the stone at the foot of the door frame, inserted it into the lock, turned it, and pushed the door open.

Everything in the courtyard was exactly as he had left it, and Wang Teng breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"Woof—woof woof!"

A bright yellow figure suddenly emerged from the doghouse in the southeast corner; it was Big Yellow.

It barked and wagged its tail frantically, its whole body twisting and turning, clearly extremely happy.

Unfortunately, it had a rope around its neck, so it couldn't pounce directly.

"Stop yelling, I'll feed you later."

Wang Teng laughed and scolded it, then unloaded the bamboo basket from his back, placed it against the wall, and then leisurely walked to the stone table under the pomegranate tree to rest.

On the stone table sits a teapot filled with cooled boiled water.

Wang Teng drank three large bowls of wine from the rough porcelain bowl next to him before letting out a satisfied sigh and plopping down on the bamboo chair beside him.

The bamboo chair tilted backward with his weight, then slowly swayed back, making a soft "creak, creak" sound.

The sound was reassuring.

Wang Teng lifted his feet and placed them on the crossbar under the chair, his whole body swaying gently back and forth with the chair.

He closed his eyes, letting the soreness and fatigue from walking all morning gradually ease from his feet, calves, and back.

At this moment, although Wang Teng's body was resting, his mind was quietly sinking into his thoughts.

That's right, Wang Teng, like other time travelers, also has his own "cheat code".

However, his cheat system was quite rudimentary, consisting of nothing more than a panel similar to a game information bar.

At this moment, only a few lines of text were displayed on the panel:

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Name: Wang Teng

Age: 6 years old

Martial Soul: Unawakened

Soul Power: None

Soul Skill: None

Talent: None

Talent Points: 0

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"Ugh……"

Looking at the panel in his mind, Wang Teng sighed inwardly.

This thing appeared when he was three years old, after he regained his memories of his past life and realized that he was in the Douluo Continent.

However, apart from the age automatically increasing by one year each year, the other sections on this panel have never changed.

"Talent points? How do you get them...?"

Wang Teng opened his eyes and stared blankly at the blue sky above, which was fragmented by pomegranate branches and leaves.

After resting for about fifteen minutes, Wang Teng stood up from the bamboo chair.

The chair wobbled a few more times as he stood up before gradually coming to a stop.

Wang Teng walked to the corner and took out today's harvest from the bamboo basket.

Two pheasants, a rabbit, and a fox with glossy fur.

The prey were all tightly bound with straw ropes and were still struggling slightly.

Wang Teng carried them to the sink outside the kitchen, where knives, basins, and kettles were already prepared.

He was very skilled at killing chickens, slaughtering rabbits, and dealing with foxes.

Grab the neck, slice with the blade, bleed, and wait for the person to die.

As the little life in his hands went from struggling to stillness, Wang Teng's face remained calm.

He had long been accustomed to going up the mountain with his father to set traps and prepare the game over the past few years.

Then they cut open his belly and threw the internal organs directly to the big yellow dog not far away.

Then, before the corpse stiffens, scald it with hot water, pluck the hair, and peel off the skin.

The whole process took more than an hour.

The wild animals have been cleaned up completely.

Meat is meat, skin is skin, and bone is bone; keep them separate.

Looking up at the sun, it was almost noon; Father should be back from Nottingham by now.

Wang Teng then picked up the prepared game, went into the kitchen, started a fire, rinsed the rice, and stewed the chicken.

The firewood crackled in the stove, and the iron pot gradually emitted fragrant steam that slowly filled the entire courtyard.

Just as the chicken was stewing until tender and the rice was almost cooked, the courtyard gate creaked open.

Wang Teng peeked out and saw that the person who came in was dressed in coarse cloth and short clothes, with short hair, sparse hair at the temples, dark skin, tall and thin, with muscular arms and taut calves.

The visitor was Wang Teng's father, Wang Wu.

"Dad, you're back?"

Wang Teng wiped his hands and walked out of the kitchen.

"Ah."

Wang Wu responded, his face showing signs of travel fatigue, but his eyes were bright.

"I had a good time selling my goods in Nottingham this time, and I even brought you some things."

"Come on, help me move this."

Wang Teng followed his father outside.

The family's old oxcart was parked by the roadside, with the ox standing quietly behind it pulling a covered carriage.

Wang Wu climbed into the carriage, took out a worn-out basket, and handed it to Wang Teng: "Here, take this in first."

Wang Teng took it and looked inside; it seemed to contain some fabric and paper packages.

Chapter 4 Wang Teng's Daily Life 1, Martial Soul Meditation Method

Wang Teng untied the rope on his back basket and looked inside.

Besides some everyday herbs, there were also several neatly folded new clothes, made of the finest fabric from Nottingham, in a dirt-resistant dark blue.

This is probably a gift his father bought for him.

Wang Teng's lips unconsciously curved into a smile. He took out the clothes, patted them gently, and held them up against his body.

Before long, lunch was laid out on the stone table under the old pomegranate tree in the courtyard.

A large bowl of steaming white rice, with a generous serving of pheasant stew with mushrooms on the side.

The chicken was stewed until tender, and the mushrooms were soaked in the broth. The aroma, mixed with the steam, wafted into people's noses.

The father and son sat down facing each other and ate quietly.

The two remained silent; they were never talkative.

Wang Teng's mother died during childbirth when he was born. Over the years, he, his father, and his older brother have relied on each other for survival. They lived a simple life and developed this habit of eating in silence.

The large bowl of food was quickly emptied.