A sliver of white belly appeared on the horizon.
On a hundred-meter-high small hill behind Holy Spirit Village.
A thin, small figure was climbing toward the summit.
As a genius outer sect disciple of the Tang Sect who had traveled through time, Tang San had never slacked off for a single day.
Every morning, when the purple qi rose from the east, it was the best time to cultivate the Tang Sect's ultimate skill, the Purple Demon Eye.
However, when Tang San climbed to the top of the hill and was about to sit down to cultivate, his movements suddenly froze.
Because at the top of that hill, someone was already sitting there.
It was a boy who looked slightly older than him, about six or seven years old, with sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, and a handsome, clear face.
At this moment, the boy was sitting cross-legged.
His eyes were slightly closed, and his breathing was long and steady, as if he had integrated into the surrounding morning mist.
"Big Brother Lin Chuan!"
Tang San stopped his pace.
Deep admiration showed in his eyes, even mixed with a hint of shame:
"I originally thought I got up early enough, but I didn't expect Big Brother Lin Chuan to already be cultivating on the mountaintop!"
Tang San looked at the drops of dew on Lin Chuan's body, and his heart was even more shaken:
"This state of being at one with heaven and man is something that even the inner sect elders of my Tang Sect have never reached!"
"Big Brother Lin Chuan doesn't have the Mysterious Heaven Record, yet he can reach this realm relying on his own comprehension; he is simply a peerless genius!"
He didn't dare disturb him, walking lightly to the side before beginning his own cultivation.
At this time, sitting on the large rock, Lin Chuan's eyelids flickered slightly.
"Damn, this rock is so hard, it makes my back hurt!"
Lin Chuan cursed inwardly.
As a transmigrator bound to a [+1 System] cheat, he actually didn't need to cultivate at all.
The system was bound to the target, Tang San.
Whenever Tang San's strength improved, Lin Chuan would automatically receive feedback one level higher than Tang San.
If Tang San mastered the first level of the Purple Demon Eye, Lin Chuan automatically obtained the second level.
If Tang San reached level one of the Mysterious Heaven Skill, Lin Chuan automatically reached level two.
So, cultivation?
It was impossible to cultivate in this lifetime.
But he had to maintain a persona.
An "Involution King" big brother persona that made Tang San respect and admire him, thereby forcing Tang San to desperately catch up.
Because only when Tang San "rolled" up and cultivated desperately could Lin Chuan get stronger while lying down.
Lin Chuan had actually come up with his bedding in the middle of the night to sleep.
It was all for this moment.
To give Tang San a sense of urgency—that "people more talented than you are even more hardworking than you."
As the sun rose, Tang San finished his cultivation of the Purple Demon Eye, and the purple intent in his eyes gradually faded.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw that Lin Chuan had also coincidentally finished his session.
In Lin Chuan's eyes, purple light swirled, appearing several times richer and deeper than Tang San's!
Tang San's heart shook violently:
"Purple Demon Eye, the Grandview Realm?! No, he might have even touched the threshold of the Mustard Seed Realm!"
"Big Brother Lin Chuan has clearly only watched me cultivate a few times without any mantras; not only did he learn it, but he's actually a whole major realm higher than me?"
What kind of monstrous comprehension is this!
"Little San, you're here?"
Lin Chuan smiled faintly, a smile that seemed profound and unpredictable:
"Today's purple qi seems a bit thinner than yesterday."
Tang San stood up quickly and performed a respectful bow:
"Good morning, Big Brother Lin Chuan. Your cultivation seems to have improved again."
Lin Chuan stood up, stretched, and lightly tapped Tang San on the head:
"Improved? Still far from it."
"Little San, when you were cultivating just now, was there a moment where your mind had distracting thoughts?"
Tang San's old face turned red, feeling extremely ashamed:
"Big Brother's lesson is correct, I just..."
"Cultivation is like rowing upstream; if you do not advance, you drop back."
Lin Chuan spoke earnestly, his eyes carrying a look of "disappointment that iron cannot become steel":
"Your talent is already inferior to mine; if you don't work twice as hard, how can you stand tall in this world where the weak are prey to the strong?"
"Look at me, sitting here all night, have I ever cried out in pain?"
Tang San's eyes reddened with emotion.
To motivate me, Big Brother Lin Chuan actually led by example to such an extent!
Tang San's father, Tang Hao, was a drunkard who spent his days in a stupor.
If Tang San hadn't matured early and cooked for himself while standing on a stool, the two of them would have probably starved to death long ago.
And Lin Chuan, as an orphan in the village who grew up on the charity of others.
He would often share the eggs or dried meat given to him by the village chief with Tang San, and even mend Tang San's clothes.
In Tang San's heart, Lin Chuan was like his biological elder brother.
Even more of a relative than his unreliable old man.
Tang San clenched his fists, his eyes becoming firm again:
"I understand, Big Brother Lin Chuan!"
"I will definitely work twice as hard!"
Lin Chuan nodded with satisfaction, blooming with joy inside:
[Ding! Detected host successfully motivated Tang San. Tang San's cultivation will has increased, cultivation efficiency improved. Host receives feedback: All Attributes +1.]
"Let's go, head down the mountain."
Lin Chuan put his hands behind his back:
"Remember, use the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Step on the way back; do not waste any opportunity for training."
"Yes!"
Seeing Tang San move across the rugged mountain path as if it were flat ground, Lin Chuan also performed the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Step.
However, his steps were even more elegant.
Every step seemed casual, yet his speed was always a fraction faster than Tang San's.
Tang San followed behind, looking at the figure in front, swearing in his heart:
One day, I will surpass Big Brother Lin Chuan! I must not let him down!
...
Returning to the village, the two went straight to Tang San's house.
It was a dilapidated mud house with a damaged blacksmith shop sign hanging at the door.
The interior was filled with the sour stench of a hangover.
"Dad, it's time to eat."
Tang San skillfully served the thin porridge and laid out the pickles.
The curtain to the inner room was lifted, and a tall, burly, yet decadent and slovenly middle-aged man walked out.
It was the secluded Clear Sky Douluo, Tang Hao.
Tang Hao looked bleary-eyed, grabbed the bowl, and gulped down the porridge.
He only gave Lin Chuan a faint glance and hummed through his nose as a greeting.
Regarding Lin Chuan, Tang Hao's feelings were complicated.
As a Titled Douluo, his perception was incredibly sharp.
Lin Chuan had a maturity far beyond his age that he couldn't see through.
But more importantly, this child was truly good to Little San.
"Good morning, Uncle Tang Hao."
Lin Chuan greeted with a smile, not at all afraid of this fierce-looking drunkard.
Just then, Old Jack the village chief's voice came from outside:
"Little San! Is Little San there? And Little Chuan!"
Old Jack walked in, looked at the eating Tang Hao with disgust, and waved his cane:
"Tang Hao, have you forgotten what day it is today? The annual Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony!"
"Hurry up and let Little San pack up and come with me!"
Tang Hao didn't even look up: "So what if it's awakened? Can it be eaten as food?"
"You!" Old Jack's beard trembled with anger.
He said hatefully: "You useless man, it's fine if you want to be a blacksmith yourself, but are you going to delay Little San's future? Our Holy Spirit Village once produced a Soul Saint!"
"Soul Saint? That's an old story from how many years ago." Tang Hao sneered.
Seeing the two about to argue again, Lin Chuan stepped forward.
He stood between them and smiled warmly:
"Grandpa Jack, don't be angry; it's not worth upsetting your health."
"Uncle Tang Hao just can't bear to see Little San leave home. We'll go with you right away."
As he spoke, Lin Chuan gave Tang San a look.
Tang San understood and quickly took Old Jack's hand:
"Grandpa Jack, let's go."
Watching how Lin Chuan handled things smoothly and politely.
A glint flashed in Tang Hao's murky eyes.
Then he returned to a dead silence, continuing to lower his head to drink his porridge.
...
The Martial Soul Hall sub-branch in the center of the village.
It was actually just a slightly larger wooden house.
At this time, besides Lin Chuan and Tang San, the other seven children in the village had already arrived.
Standing in the center was a young man in his twenties.
Dressed in a white martial outfit.
This was the famous "Blind Douluo," the novice village guide, Grand Soul Master Su Yuntao.
"Since everyone is here, let's begin."
Su Yuntao was somewhat impatient.
He had already visited six villages and hadn't encountered a single person with soul power; he had long lost hope.
"Scythe, trash martial soul, no soul power."
"Hoe, trash martial soul, no soul power."
"Blue Silver Grass, this kind of trash martial soul isn't even as good as a scythe."
One by one, the children walked away disappointed, and Su Yuntao's expression became increasingly ugly.
Old Jack was used to it; after all, it was like this every year!
Finally, it was the turn of the eighth child, Tang San.
Tang San walked into the hexagonal formation, and Su Yuntao skillfully injected soul power.
Amidst the flickering golden light, Tang San reached out his right hand. In his palm, a faint blue grass swayed gently.
"Blue Silver Grass again?"
Su Yuntao was completely speechless:
"Did this Holy Spirit Village hit a nest of Blue Silver Grass?"
"Alright, next one. No need to test soul power; Blue Silver Grass can't have soul power."
A flash of disappointment appeared in Tang San's eyes.
"Wait!"
Lin Chuan suddenly spoke.