Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

Author: Wuduan Fengqian

Summary:

(My new book is also a Douluo Continent fanfic; "The Soul Masters Who Returned from Myriad Realms" has already been released. You can read it if you're interested.)

Lin Wan transmigrated into Douluo Continent and awakened the top-tier beast martial soul, Nine-Tailed Fox. However, due to the system's awakening and absorption of soul power, Lin Wan was found to have only level 1 innate soul power, and was not favored by others.

However, the Nine-Tailed Fox, being a type of nine-tailed fox, is naturally powerful.

The soul power absorbed by the system can be cultivated back.

……

Years later, the Nine-Tailed Fox emerged, and the world changed color.

The characters summoned by the system followed him one by one.

Tang San: "Sister Cinderella, I would give everything for you, so why do you still keep watching Lin Wan?"

Xiao Wu: "Lord Nine-Colored Deer, you are the hope of us soul beasts, why should you obey a human?"

Qian Renxue: "Snow White, my daughter, I will find everything you want."

Chapter 1 Life is too hard!

Douluo Continent.

Tianshuang City, Hanbei Village.

The cold wind howled, lashing Lin Wan's face like a whip covered in ice shards.

He was huddled deep inside a makeshift shack made of straw and dead branches at the village entrance, trying to shrink himself into an even smaller ball.

The biting cold wind seeped in from all directions of the shack, and Lin Wan couldn't help but shiver.

He buried his toes, which were frozen purple and covered with tiny cracks, deep into the pile of decaying grass beneath him, which smelled faintly of mildew.

In cold environments, the decaying and fermenting plant fibers can provide a small amount of heat to the forest during the slow decomposition process.

This method was knowledge he had learned in his previous life. He was now somewhat relieved that he had paid attention in his university classes, otherwise he would have frozen to death in this cold winter.

"Day 1086".

Lin Wan stretched out her fingers, which were red from the cold and almost numb, and carefully drew a clear short mark on the hard mud.

He has been in the world of Douluo Continent for three whole years, growing from a three-year-old child to a six-year-old.

God knows how he's managed all these years; he'll never believe in time-travel novels again.

They say that after time-traveling, one can easily make a fortune, effortlessly exude an aura of dominance, recruit followers and beauties, and then, with exceptional talent, become the number one in the world.

Why is it that he was an orphan when he transmigrated? Being an orphan is one thing, but if he were in an inland area with a suitable climate, it would be alright.

But he happened to be in a village near the far north, where it was freezing cold and he couldn't do anything at all.

He still vividly remembers the scene before he traveled through time; he hadn't done anything, he was just doing his job properly.

How could he have been so unlucky as the library collapsed? At that time, he was working overtime wiping a copy of "Andersen's Fairy Tales" with a gold-embossed cover. Then, he closed his eyes and opened them again, and became an orphan in this small rural village.

Now Lin Wan can only wait for her martial soul awakening to change her fate.

He didn't aspire to awaken a top-tier martial soul and innate full soul power like those transmigrators of his predecessors; he only hoped to awaken a martial soul with soul power.

It's not that Lin Wan lacks ambition; it's just that she has seen through the world over the past three years.

It's a society where the rich rely on technology and the poor rely on mutations.

The probability of an ordinary person like him, whose parents are both ordinary people without soul power, awakening a martial soul with soul power is extremely low.

For example, in Hanbei Village where he lived, most villagers were ordinary people without soul power. Their offspring were also mostly ordinary people without soul power, and only a handful had awakened innate soul power over the decades.

Those who awaken their soul power will generally leave the village and move to the city to live.

Then they would basically only marry Soul Masters, which is why their offspring have a very high probability of having innate Soul Power.

Therefore, in the Douluo Continent, the descendants of Soul Masters are Soul Masters, and the descendants of ordinary people are ordinary people. This forms a clear dividing line.

There is a high probability that the descendants of ordinary people like Lin Wan, who transmigrated, are born with zero soul power.

Lin Wan saw through this reality, which is why he didn't ask for much; he only hoped that his innate soul power wouldn't be zero.

"Brother Wan! The old village chief's food is all mushy!"

A child's voice, thick with nasal tone and trembling with cold, reached Lin Wan's ears from the cold wind.

A small, grimy hand, red with cold, roughly yanked open the tattered curtain of the shack. Gouwa's face, also covered in frostbite, appeared before Lin Wan.

Two streams of snot froze into tiny icicles, hanging comically and pitifully under Gouwa's nostrils as he stared wide-eyed at Lin Wan.

"Brother Wan, the village chief sent me to call you to get the porridge."

Gouwa and Lin Wan were both orphans, and grew up eating food from the villagers.

After Lin Wan transmigrated, because she was an adult in her previous life, she wasn't as naive as a three-year-old and acted more maturely. Occasionally, she would help this orphan who shared the same plight as her.

Therefore, the orphan named Gouwa naturally followed behind Lin Wan.

Besides his kindness, Lin Wan helped Gouwa for another reason: he suspected that Gouwa had a high probability of having innate soul power.

For some reason, Gouwa's constitution was naturally better than that of all the children in the village, and he seemed to be unafraid of the cold.

Just like now, when it's freezing cold, Lin Wan can only stay in her shack to avoid the cold, while Gouwa seems oblivious to the cold and runs around happily outside.

Upon hearing the word "muddled," Lin Wan's mind, which had been frozen by the cold wind, instantly cleared up.

Unlike inland villages, Hanbei Village is located in the far north, where the land is extremely cold and it is impossible to grow common crops and grains. Therefore, the farmers of Hanbei rely mostly on hunting animals and spirit beasts to obtain food.

Furthermore, most of the villagers in Hanbei lack soul power, and their martial souls are mostly of the ice attribute.

This has resulted in the villagers of Hanbei Village being generally unafraid of the cold, except for the children who have not yet awakened their martial spirit.

In order to generate income, Hanbei Village would organize hunting teams to go to the deep forests and mountains every so often. The spoils of the hunt would then be sold and distributed in a unified manner.

Because of this unique cooperative model, the villagers of Hanbei Village basically eat together.

Without any hesitation, Lin Wan got up from the pile of rotting grass that was still slightly warm, grabbed a rough pottery bowl with several chips on it, brushed off the grass clippings sticking to her body, and then shoved open the tattered curtain and rushed into the raging snowstorm with Gouwa.

A long, crooked queue had already formed next to the large iron pot in the center of the village, which was blackened by smoke and fire.

Everyone in the group gripped their bowls tightly, their eyes fixed on the steam rising from the iron pot.

Lin Wan quickly squeezed into the back of the line with Gouwa, whose small body trembled uncontrollably in the cold wind, his teeth chattering.

He tried to stand on tiptoe, looking over the heads of the children in front of him at the iron pot.

The old man next to the iron pot was none other than Old Drus, the village chief of Hanbei Village. He was the oldest and most respected elder in Hanbei Village, and at this moment he looked exceptionally old and tired.

He wore an old cotton-padded coat, also patched up, and used a large wooden spoon to pound hard on the cold edge of the pot, producing a dull and grating "bang bang" sound, trying to drown out the roar of the wind and snow.

"Listen up, everyone!"

Old Drews's voice was somewhat hoarse, but carried an undeniable sternness.

"Eat sparingly, everyone. The blizzard has blocked the mountain roads, and the food convoy can't get in today. They'll be back the day after tomorrow with the Soul Masters from the Spirit Hall. This little bit of gruel is our last ration. Anyone who dares to steal it or waste it, don't blame this old man for being ruthless!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Wan felt a surge of joy.

It's finally here.

He has waited so long, and finally his martial spirit is about to awaken.

Chapter 2 Snowclaw Vulture

The line moved forward slowly in front of the iron pot, and it took about ten minutes before it was Lin Wan's turn.

Looking at old Drews's face, Lin Wan held up his chipped ceramic bowl and tried to force a pitiful yet adorable smile, hoping that old Drews would give him more paste out of pity.

Old Drews glanced at Lin Wan with his cloudy eyes, but said nothing more.

He simply sat doing what he had done dozens of times: lifting the wooden spoon, tilting it, and pouring a stream of warm, thin liquid into the bowl.

Lin Wan looked at the amount in the bowl and sighed silently.

The portion was noticeably less than a third of what it usually was; only a thin layer at the bottom of the bowl had a slight stickiness, while the rest was almost like plain water, reflecting his pale and anxious face.

"Brother Wan, there's so little today."

Gouwa, carrying a pitiful half-bowl of porridge, squeezed next to Lin Wan, his voice trembling with tears, his little face scrunched up.

Lin Wan didn't say anything, but glanced at Gouwa's bowl and felt much better. Gouwa's bowl only had half of what it usually had.

Happiness arises from comparison, and Lin Wan instantly felt a sense of happiness.

Lin Wan carefully protected the rim of the bowl with both hands, preventing the wind and snow from taking away even a trace of warmth.

Then, he lowered his head and began to sip the wine from the rough inner rim of the earthenware bowl. He even licked the bowl clean, not wasting a single drop.

The warm, sticky paste slid down Lin Wan's dry throat, bringing him a brief moment of comfort.

But the amount of this paste was too small, and Lin Wan's stomach was like a bottomless pit. The paste made even louder gurgling noises, reminding him that this little bit of food wasn't even enough to fill a tooth gap.

The hunger not only failed to subside, but intensified, as if countless tiny teeth were gnawing at his internal organs.

Lin Wan sighed; he was already used to this feeling.

He raised his head, his gaze unconsciously drifting towards the leaden-gray sky.

The wind and snow continued to rage, but through the gaps in the rolling clouds, several gray-black shadows were moving through the snow and occasionally letting out cries that pierced the wind and snow.

"Wow!"

That's a Snowclaw Vulture, the most common soul beast in the far north.

They possess claws as sharp as iron hooks and keen eyesight that allows them to lock onto prey even in blizzards.

They are the scavengers of this frigid land, circling high in the sky every day, searching for corpses that have frozen to death in the cold.

Then, they would swoop down like lightning, grab the frozen body with their sharp claws, and carry it back to their nests to serve as food for them during the winter.

Of course, besides dead bodies, they also liked to eat the flesh of children, as these were the easiest prey for them to obtain.

Watching the snow eagles circling in the wind and snow, Lin Wan felt a sudden surge of urgency.