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On the Douluo Continent, to the north of the Heaven Dou Empire, lies an endless mountain range called the Yuntian Mountain Range.
This mountain range soars into the clouds. Due to its proximity to the far north, it is perpetually covered in snow, with extremely low temperatures and exceptional cold that ordinary people find unbearable.
Therefore, apart from Spirit Masters with ice or water attributes, and some mercenaries and outlaws who risk their lives for survival, only the fallen who are not tolerated by the World choose to wander here. Otherwise, almost no one dares to easily set foot in this desolate land.
The howling cold wind carried snowflakes, like countless small knives scraping across the snow, leaving messy marks on the pristine white surface.
Suddenly, a heavy figure crashed into the snow, kicking up a cloud of snow half a person's height. It was a burly man, with a deep, bone-visible wound on his chest continuously gushing warm blood, staining the snow with a dazzling crimson that quickly froze into dark brown ice crystals due to the extreme cold.
The big man struggled to lift his head, his fringe matted to his skin with blood. His vision was blurry from blood loss, yet his eyes were fixed on the figure slowly approaching him.
The newcomer was dressed in a black, tight-fitting suit, his steps steady. No dazzling spirit ring lit up around him; only a silver-white light projection gradually condensed behind him as his hands were held in front of his body. The silver-cast sternum and ribs were clearly visible, surprisingly identical to a human torso.
"Cough... cough..."
The big man violently coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, his eyes filled with extreme disbelief. His voice was hoarse as if abrade by sandpaper, "No... impossible... Body Martial Soul is nothing but... a Wasted Martial Soul(waste Spirit). We are both Spirit Douluo, how could you... possibly... be so strong."
"Heh!"
Facing the big man's disbelief, the newcomer's eyes were full of disdain. He approached the big man, looking down at him from above, his voice devoid of any emotion.
"A frog in a well, lost in fantasy, merely lingering in a self-constructed cage. How could you understand the vastness of the cosmos?"
With that, a Spirit light bloomed from his fingertip, transforming into a thin thread that pierced the big man's glabella.
"Remember, when you meet the God of Death, tell him the name Chen Zhen of my Body Sect, and you'll get a free pass."
After a short while, a slender figure swept in from a distance, shouting as he walked, "Fourth Brother, Fourth Brother, hurry back to the Sect! Fourth Sister-in-law is about to give birth!"
The voice echoed through the mountains. The previously calm man's eyes burst with light, and he instantly transformed into a streak of light, flying towards the mountains.
Deep within the Yuntian Mountain Range, an unnamed small village seemed to have been forgotten by the World, lying isolated amidst the endless ice and snow.
At this very moment, in a quiet courtyard, a group of burly men gathered outside, waiting anxiously. From inside the room, busy sounds occasionally emerged, as if something important was happening.
Among the crowd, the man who had been so imposing earlier now appeared particularly restless. He paced back and forth, occasionally tiptoeing and craning his neck to look into the courtyard, muttering to himself, seemingly very worried about the situation inside the house.
"I say, you brat, can you stop pacing around!" The tall and majestic Elder standing nearby finally couldn't help but glare at the man, scolding him in a thunderous voice, "You're shaking around so much, you're making my head spin!"
Everyone around laughed at the Elder's words, and the atmosphere lightened considerably.
"Exactly, Fourth Brother, don't worry too much," someone consoled.
"Fourth Sister-in-law is a dignified Six-ring Spirit Emperor, powerful and with an extraordinary Physique. How could she be compared to ordinary people? Nothing will happen to her."
"Haha, I think Fourth Brother is just worried sick!" Another person nearby also chimed in with a laugh.
"Isn't that right? When my little brat was born two years ago, you, Old Fourth, showed no mercy at all!"
Another person teased, "Now it's your turn, look at how anxious you are. It's truly a turn of fortune! Hahahaha!"
Just as the man was about to say something, he suddenly seemed to sense something, and with a flash, disappeared into the courtyard.
Inside the house, a group of women, holding a baby, said to the beautiful woman on the bed, "Congratulations, Sister-in-law, it's a big, chubby boy who'll be running all over the mountains!"
"The little fellow is quite big and robust."
"My child!"
The beautiful woman took the child, looking at the delicate, jade-like little face in her arms, with its bright, black eyes blinking. The tenderness and maternal love in her eyes seemed to overflow.
The next moment, the man appeared inside the house. He first looked at the child, then at the beautiful woman, and said softly, "Xiaoxi, you've worked hard!"
"It's no hardship; this is my son too. Azhen, let's name the baby first."
"Let's call him Chen Yi. My son will surely be a great hero who stands tall and brings glory to our Body Sect!"
...Time flew by, and three years passed in the blink of an eye.
In the village square, under the sunlight, a group of children, about four or five years old, were practicing martial arts. Although their movements were a bit childish, each move flowed smoothly, executed with impressive vigor and power, clearly indicating guidance from a master.
Not far from them, several steaming wooden tubs were placed. Upon closer inspection, the tubs were filled with a dark brown, unknown liquid, and a pungent medicinal smell permeated the air.
After finishing their practice, the children's faces were flushed, and they were panting heavily. In the icy and snowy environment, it was hard to tell whether it was due to the cold or exhaustion.
The big man standing nearby saw this and shouted loudly, "What are you all staring at? Hurry up and get in!"
His voice echoed through the square like a great bell. Hearing the man's reprimand, the children did not dare to delay even a little and quickly walked towards the nearby medicine tubs.
With a wave of the big man's hand, the children's clothes instantly fell off, then drifted into the medicine tubs like snowflakes.
Immediately after, the energy contained in the medicinal liquid seemed to find an outlet, beginning to pour into their bodies through their skin.
Then, muffled groans came from the medicine tubs—the sounds of the children enduring the stimulation of the medicinal soup.
The big man stood by the medicine tubs, his face showing undisguised satisfaction as he watched these young children trying their best to endure.
Though these children were young, they possessed such tenacious willpower. If they could awaken a decent Spirit in the future, they would surely achieve great things.
"All out."
Time slowly passed. After about two and a half hours, the big man kept his eyes fixed on the medicinal water, watching it gradually change from its initial turbidity to clear transparency. Finally, he nodded in satisfaction, then lightly clenched his hand, as if an invisible force was gathering in his grasp.
Immediately after, he waved his arm, and that force, like an unseen large hand, reached precisely into the wooden tub, pulling the children out one by one.
After putting on their clothes, the group of children, as if under a spell, stood obediently in front of the big man, without the slightest resistance.
"When you go back, practice your boxing more to lay a good foundation for Awakening your Spirit later. Only by exercising and building a strong body now will you have a greater chance of Awakening a powerful Spirit in the future," the big man's voice was deep and powerful, carrying an undeniable authority. "Don't think about slacking off on me. Remember, every drop of sweat you shed now will give you more chances to survive in the future; every bit of hardship you endure now is paving the way for your future cultivation. Do you all understand?"
"Understood!" the children replied in unison. Although their voices still carried a hint of childishness and milkiness, there was an implicit extraordinary Aura, as if they had already understood the arduousness and importance of cultivation.
"Dismissed," the big man looked at the children with satisfaction, then waved his hand, signaling that they could leave.
"Goodbye, Fifth Uncle."
"See you tomorrow, Fifth Uncle."
The children all bid farewell to the big man, then, like a flock of happy little birds, scattered and ran off, disappearing from the big man's sight in an instant.
"These little brats!" The big man stood aside, watching the frolicking little ones. The stern lines on his face gradually softened, revealing a faint smile.
His gaze then shifted to the small figure walking unhurriedly not far away, and the smile at the corner of his mouth grew a little wider. He asked, "Little Yi, are you still going to the library to read today?"
The child called Little Yi was about three feet tall, small in stature, with a delicate and adorable face like a jade carving. His big eyes were clear and bright, like stars in the night sky, sparkling with intelligence.
However, in stark contrast to his tender appearance, his face showed maturity and composure, a look that clearly did not belong to a child.
Despite this, his chubby cheeks and the cute tiger-head shoes and hat he wore made him look even more endearing, as if he were a little elf from a fairy tale World.
Hearing the big man's question, Chen Yi stopped, turned around, bowed respectfully to the big man, and then replied in a clear voice, "Yes, Fifth Uncle."
Although his voice was childish, it carried a composure and firmness beyond his age.
Chen Yi's gaze fell on the big man in front of him. This man was Huang Qiyi, the Sect's Transmission Elder.
The child's eyes showed not only respect for an Elder but also a hint of awe. This was not only because the big man was a level seventy-nine Peak Spirit Saint, a super strong individual who was at most ten years away from becoming an eight-ring Spirit Douluo, but also because the big man was his father's sworn brother, a true family member in this World.
This not only stemmed from their fathers but also from the Sect's ancestral motto—"All Body Sect members are one family!"
"Then go quickly, but remember to be home before dinner, or else Fourth Sister-in-law will be making stir-fried meat with bamboo strips." Looking at the boy in front of him, a hint of mischief flashed across Huang Qiyi's face. The little fellow was young, but his actions and demeanor were mature and steady, and he was often teased by this group of old rascals.
Listening to Huang Qiyi's teasing, even with Chen Yi's composure, he couldn't help but blush. Although his body was still small, he had lived two lives, and being chased by his mother to spank his bottom was still very embarrassing.
"Not this time, I specifically brought the timing spirit tool that Seventeenth Uncle gave me," Chen Yi quickly explained.
"Goodbye, Fifth Uncle."
As if afraid Huang Qiyi wouldn't believe him, he immediately took out a small metal box from his pocket and shook it at Huang Qiyi.
With that, he greeted Huang Qiyi, then turned and walked towards the library.
However, perhaps because the earlier embarrassment had not completely dissipated, Chen Yi's retreating figure looked somewhat disheveled, like a startled rabbit, fleeing the scene in a hurry.
"Hahahaha, the little fellow is still so easily teased. It's been so long, and he hasn't improved at all." After a couple of teasing remarks, he watched Chen Yi's retreating figure and murmured, "I wonder if the little fellow can awaken the Sect's Spirit in three years. Otherwise, it would be such a pity, but it's also good if he doesn't..."
Among the current children of the Body Sect, the high-ranking members of the Sect value young Chen Yi the most. At such a young age, he has shown an ability to memorize things at first glance and astonishing Comprehension Ability.
He can apply what he learns to other situations, and he is diligent and down-to-earth in his work. It can be said that currently, apart from his Spirit, the little fellow possesses all the conditions to become a Peak strong individual.
Even if he cannot awaken a Body Martial Soul in the future, as long as he can awaken a decent Spirit, he can become an extraordinary strong individual. Therefore, the Elders undoubtedly attach great importance to him.
"Wait, where's my meat?"
Library.
Looking at this so-called library, Chen Yi couldn't help but feel speechless. Where was this a library? It was clearly just an ordinary cave!
Moreover, this cave looked like it had been dug out casually, completely lacking any aesthetic appeal.
Even though Chen Yi was already very familiar with this library, every time he saw it, his eye twitched involuntarily. He really couldn't imagine how such a simple place could be worthy of such an elegant name as "library"?
"One day, when I become the Sect Master, I will definitely replace this library!" Chen Yi thought fiercely in his heart, "Not only will I replace it, but I will replace it with a golden one, a pure gold one!"
After grumbling to himself, Chen Yi went to the adjacent cave and saw an old man with white hair and beard, eating salted vegetables with tofu and drinking a small cup of wine.
The old man was hunched over, with several hideous scars on his face, and his left trouser leg was completely empty.
"Grandpa Ba, I've come to play with you again." His chubby little face, coupled with a smiling expression, was exceptionally endearing.
"Oh, please, you're here to read, not to see an old man. Alas, who still remembers this old man now?" Hearing Chen Yi's words, Zhu Hai clearly didn't believe him. His cheerful face instead showed a desolate expression, as if he was unwanted.
"How could that be? Who in the entire Sect would dare to disregard you, old man? Tell me. Is it Seventeenth Uncle? See, I'll go beat him up right now." As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves and started to walk out.
Hearing Chen Yi's words, Old Zhu also chuckled, "Go, go. Come back to me after you're done, and I'll help you with your medicine."
Seeing that Old Zhu was clearly not falling for it, Chen Yi immediately used his trump card—"Look at this, Grandpa Ba, the best tenderloin from a top-tier Spirit Beast, the Fiery Golden Ox." With that, he took out an oiled paper package and presented it to Old Zhu like a treasure.
Hearing this, Old Zhu's eyes immediately lit up. The next moment, the paper package appeared in his hand, and he sniffed it closely.
"Mmm~ This is the smell. And it's a Fiery Golden Ox with eight hundred years of cultivation. This beast is very rare. Where did you get it, you little brat?"
Chen Yi smiled mysteriously at his words: "This mountain man has his own clever plan, Grandpa Ba. You go ahead and eat; I'm going in to read first."
Old Zhu, who was changing his wine, waved his hand at his words: "Go, go."
Chen Yi smiled and walked out. Old Zhu was an Elder of the Sect. Many years ago, he was severely injured while protecting Sect Disciples outside. One of his legs, which was his Spirit, was lost, and his strength was greatly reduced.
So, Old Zhu was transferred from the front lines back to the Sect to manage the library. The old man usually had no hobbies other than eating and drinking, and he had never lost a single old tooth. Compared to a certain Grand Elder ten thousand years later, he was more than a little stronger.
Walking into the cave, there was almost no decoration inside, just like an ordinary, unadorned mountain cave. The only decoration was the more than twenty thousand-year-old light and fire attribute Spirit Beast bones embedded in the stone wall.
Chen Yi gently pulled his small soft stool from the side, hugged it, and walked towards one of the bookshelves. He carefully took out a yellowed scroll from it, then sat on the soft stool and read intently.
After a long time, Chen Yi slowly looked up, then checked the timing spirit tool on his body. "It's almost dinner time. I have to go back, or Mom will definitely be angry."
He put the book back in its place, then casually took another one from nearby, wrote a note, and placed it on the small table at the entrance. He shouted towards the closed door, "Grandpa Ba, I'm going home."
"Uh, hmm, okay, be careful on your way."