A three-year-old boy suddenly sat up straight. "What's going on? How did I become a three-year-old child?"
Ling Ze was originally a corporate slave, but while working overtime yesterday, he only remembered feeling extremely sleepy before passing out. Who would have thought that upon opening his eyes, he would end up like this?
Suddenly, a wave of unfamiliar memories flooded into his mind. He had transmigrated, though he wasn't sure if it was a physical crossing or a possession.
So this was the Soul Land continent. Wasn't this the world of the novel he had read? Ling Ze was quite easy-going; since he had already transmigrated, why fret over the details? He should instead focus on how to live well in this world.
According to the memories in his head, this was a small village not far from the Star Dou Great Forest. His parents were both Soul Masters. Not long ago, they went hunting for spirits and brought back a mysterious ring upon their return, but they were both severely injured and passed away shortly after, entrusting him to the village head, Grandpa Mike.
Ling Ze thought to himself that since both his parents were Soul Masters, he should also possess a Martial Soul. He remembered his father's Martial Soul was seemingly an Iron Sword, while his mother's was a Skylark. They both seemed to be Soul Ancestors, yet for some reason, they lived in a tiny village with only seven or eight households.
Now, the ring his parents brought back was on Ling Ze's hand. The ring was primarily white with some patterns carved on it, looking quite beautiful. It should be a Storage Soul Tool, though he didn't know how much space it had or what was inside. Since he hadn't awakened his Martial Soul yet, he couldn't use Soul Power and would have to wait until he was six years old.
Ling Ze didn't know the current timeline, so he had to ask the village head: "Grandpa Mike, do you know who the current Pope of Spirit Hall is?" Grandpa Mike told Ling Ze, "Xiao Ze, the current Pope of Spirit Hall is Qian Xunji."
Once he knew the Pope was Qian Xunji, Ling Ze roughly understood that Bibi Dong should still be the Holy Maiden. He just didn't know if she had been trapped in the secret room yet; that would have to wait for later.
So Ling Ze returned to his small room. Calling it a small room was an understatement; it was only about four square meters, containing a small bed and a wooden cabinet that served as both a wardrobe and a table. There was nothing else.
Recalling today's experiences, Ling Ze needed to plan for the future. He didn't know if he would awaken his father's Iron Sword Martial Soul or his mother's Skylark Martial Soul. If possible, Ling Ze also wanted to awaken a powerful Martial Soul.
After all, in this world, only those with top-tier Martial Souls could go further. Ling Ze, who was well-versed in Soul Land, knew very well that not a single Titled Douluo had a weak Martial Soul.
As for what that waste Yu Xiaogang said—that there are no waste Martial Souls, only waste Soul Masters—he could just treat that as a joke. As for taking it seriously, Ling Ze could only scoff.
Ling Ze thought that even without a powerful Martial Soul, physical fitness was crucial. After all, a Soul Master's first four spirit rings were related to physical quality. With good physical fitness, the age of the absorbed spirit rings would definitely be higher. Naturally, if physical fitness was poor, the age of the spirit rings wouldn't be very good.
Ling Ze had also read many Soul Land fanfics where various protagonists had "Gold Fingers," or systems. He wondered if he had a system. If he had a good one, he could easily stand at the peak of the Soul Land continent. If there was no system, he would have to make plans for his own future.