Chapter 1 Traveling through Douluo, starting with a bowl
It's still dark.
Under the light of blazing torches, the vegetable market in the city has begun to become noisy.
Shopkeepers come and go, preparing ingredients and products for sale during the day.
However, at the next moment, a loud yell suddenly came, breaking the tranquility of the moment.
"You little cripple who has killed a thousand people has stolen my meat!"
A deep and powerful voice came from in front of a butcher shop.
In front of the table, a skinny little cripple ran away holding a piece of meat.
The rotten cotton wrapped around the tip fell off, and the inferior wooden prosthetic leg kept lifting and falling, touching the stone slabs on the ground, making a crisp sound of "ta da da da".
It seems that half of his left calf is missing and is replaced by a wooden prosthetic leg, but his speed is not slow at all.
The fat shopkeeper was panting and unable to catch up.
The distance between the two grew wider and wider.
In the end, the fat man could only gasp for breath, collapsed on the ground from exhaustion, and shouted in vain: "Damn little cripple, stop the fuck!"
"I don't want it!"
Seeing that he couldn't catch up with him, the little lame man stopped, turned around, made a face, waved his little hand and said, "Don't be angry, just think of it as an investment for me."
"Bah, invest in your sister!"
The fat shopkeeper spat on the ground and stood up reluctantly, his fat belly twitching.
"It's okay to steal once. If I'm kind-hearted and don't pursue it, I'll do it a second time!"
"Do you really think I have no temper?"
The little cripple waved from a distance, as if to comfort him: "Calm down, calm down, anger is not good for your health."
After the fat man calmed down a little, he continued: "When my martial soul awakens tomorrow and gains soul power, and becomes a soul master in the future, won't I have money to pay you back?"
There was a matter-of-fact expression on his dirty little face.
The surrounding shopkeepers couldn't help laughing when they heard this.
"What are you daydreaming about, you little beggar? Can you, Master Soul Master, think about it?"
"The Resurrection Master is as thin as a rib, tsk tsk."
"The whimsical little cripple."
The little cripple ignored these people's taunts and grinned at the fat man selling meat again.
He expressed his gratitude and ran away quickly.
The fat man patted the dust on his body, looked at the small figure going away, and curled his lips: "You better pray that you really have soul power."
……
In a long-abandoned courtyard on the edge of the city.
The little cripple looked at the pieces of meat and rotten vegetable leaves tumbling in the pot in front of him, added some salt, and fell into memories with the orange firelight.
His name is Fang Ling, from Blue Star.
A year ago, he traveled to Douluo Continent and became a scrawny, dirty little beggar with no trace of his left calf.
The little beggar had no name, and everyone he knew called him Little Cripple, so he gave himself the name of his previous life, Fang Ling.
The location is Tiandou Empire, Fasnuo Province, and Notting City.
It was the location of Notting College where Tang San studied.
Although it is not a big city, this is the border and one of the nodes of trade between the two countries.
Commerce and trade are developed and it is also a wealthy place.
But wealth is wealth, it belongs to others.
It has nothing to do with him, a lame little beggar who started a bowl.
As a young lame beggar, Fang Ling was really poor.
No money at all.
A suit of coarse linen clothes covered with patches, a rotten iron pot that he picked up, a pitted iron bowl, a sharp broken knife, a self-knitted straw sandal, etc. were all his belongings.
A modern person who had no worries about food and drink and was in good health in his previous life suddenly became an ancient person who relied on self-made prosthetics for activities and made a living purely by begging and picking up garbage. The gap is simply difficult to describe in words.
If it weren't for the fact that there was always an illusory progress bar representing the plug-in in his eyes that kept moving, and the magical martial arts and the temptation of practice kept motivating him, it would be difficult for him to persist through this year. Yes, Fang Ling has an unknown cheat.
This is an illusory progress bar in his eyes that only he can see.
The progress bar is a thick gray straight line that has been growing at a steady and slow rate over the past year, and now it is almost touching the border.
The origin is unknown and the effect is unknown. Even after trying various methods such as basking in the sun, eating more, meditating, etc., there is no way to speed it up at all.
Through spiritual communication, Fang Ling learned that the progress bar would reach 100% in two days.
And when you reach 100%, there will definitely be corresponding changes.
After the plug-in awakened, it happened to be the day for him to awaken his martial soul.
As a little beggar with a thin body and no guarantee of nutrition, if he doesn't have a bloody background, it is very likely that he will awaken a useless martial spirit.
Needless to say, soul power, if it can catch up with Yu Xiaogang's half level, it is considered good.
Without enough meat, the so-called physical exercises that may be related to the awakening of soul power cannot be done at all, and one can only wear oneself out.
In order to maintain his meat intake and prevent his body from collapsing, apart from his daily routine of catching mice and insects, he could only choose to steal.
Because no one would pity him as a little beggar.
I learned from my memory that the fat shopkeeper had just arrived in the city and was relatively kind-hearted, so Fang Ling dared to go there.
And he just stole it. He is an ambitious person and has written down this kind of kindness in a small notebook. He will repay it later when he becomes prosperous.
In addition, the only thing Fang Ling hopes now is that he really has a bloody background.
If only this background could awaken a powerful enough martial spirit.
It would be even better if he could have enough soul power to become a soul master even if he was poorly fed and skinny.
Otherwise, we can only hope that plug-ins will give us some help, or time travel will bring benefits.
……
Two days later, Fang Ling woke up early from his sleep.
First, I checked the traps in the yard, and there were no signs of being touched.
Then I started to wash up boldly.
I washed my face, brushed my teeth, put on clothes that had been washed and dried, and took a few bites of the unwanted steamed buns that others had sold.
Then he sat down and waited for the fateful moment to arrive.
The progress bar in his eyes seemed to be moving forward slowly, as if he was slashing one knife after another, and after ninety-nine point nine percent... nine cycles, it was finally coming to an end.
The seemingly motionless gray progress bar is as if a hibernating beast is slowly waking up.
As countless invisible moments passed, it gradually advanced for a year with an almost imperceptible amplitude, and finally progressed to the final stage.
A rare ray of light appeared like the dawn, instantly breaking the silence around him.
Everything in his eyes seemed to be given new life and color.
Accompanied by this mysterious radiance, Fang Ling felt as if his whole body had been sublimated, and his soul instantly climbed to its peak.
"Crack!"
He felt an itching sensation and slapped the blood-sucking mosquito on his face to death. He woke up from his fantasy and his face twitched slightly.
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