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Douluo Continent — Spirit City!
"From this day forward, Shi Batian… you are forever forbidden from entering Spirit City!"
"If you defy this decree—you die!"
An old man with snow-white hair and beard floated midair, his voice like rolling thunder echoing through the skies above Spirit City. The sheer authority in his tone shook the entire city. Countless heads turned toward the source—only to freeze in shock the moment they saw him.
A glowing angelic silhouette loomed behind the old man, wings outstretched like a divine judgment descending upon the world.
It was none other than the Grand Priest of the Worship Hall, a Rank 99 Limit Douluo—Qian Daoliu.
Beneath him, a young man knelt with blood tears streaming down his cheeks, anguish carved deep into his expression.
"No… Xiaoxue! Give me back my Xiaoxue!"
"Xiaoxue? You think you're worthy to call her that?" Qian Daoliu's voice was cold, dripping with contempt. "A lowly commoner dares defile the sacred Angelic bloodline… The fact that you still draw breath is mercy enough!"
This worthless soul power weakling—barely above level ten—had somehow managed to slip past Qian Daoliu's oversight. And in that blind spot, he had… touched the family's greatest treasure—his granddaughter, the pride of the Qian Clan.
Unforgivable.
"Grandfather, let's go."
A young woman stood quietly at the side—her golden hair radiant, her beauty so stunning it seemed to still the world. She looked down at Shi Batian, the man she loved, her eyes filled with pain.
"But… don't forget what you promised me. I'll go with you, but you must not harm Batian."
"Of course."
Qian Daoliu nodded with ease. The life of a mongrel wasn't worth even a sliver of his granddaughter's divine future. Once she returned to the Worship Hall and inherited the Angel God's legacy, she would forget this so-called love.
"I swear, Grandfather—when I'm strong enough to defeat you, I'll come back and take my man with me."
Qian Renxue's voice turned cold, her eyes blazing with resolve.
"I'll be waiting."
Qian Daoliu barely flinched. With a flick of his sleeve, he soared into the sky with Qian Renxue in tow, vanishing into the distance in a streak of divine light.
"Batian… wait for me."
Qian Renxue turned back one last time, locking eyes with Shi Batian, before facing forward again and disappearing from view.
…
"Xiaoxue…"
Shi Batian stood frozen, powerless as the woman he loved was taken away. There was nothing he could do.
A guard nearby tossed a bulging coin pouch at his feet with casual disdain.
"From the Lord. Take this gold—and get the hell out of Spirit City. Never come back."
"Trash."
The guard didn't wait for a response. He simply turned and left.
The pouch hit the ground with a heavy thud. Hundreds of gold soul coins spilled out, clinking crisply as they rolled across the stone.
Shi Batian stared blankly at the scene. The coin pouch wasn't just charity—it was a final insult, a second humiliation.
He was no ordinary soul master. He came from another world.
In his past life, he had been a devoted fan of Douluo Dalu, binging the novels late into the night—until one day, he collapsed and died of exhaustion.
The next time he opened his eyes, he was here… in the very world he used to idolize.
But unlike the lucky protagonists of other transmigration stories, he didn't get a god-tier martial soul or limitless talent.
His martial soul? Seven-Star Gourd Vine.
In his eyes, a complete trash spirit. It could barely cultivate, and even now, at twenty years old, his soul power had yet to break level ten.
Still, Shi Batian adapted quickly. Mediocrity wasn't the worst fate. He was prepared to live a quiet life—until five years ago, he met a golden-haired girl who was as breathtaking as she was proud.
Armed with the cultural wisdom of Earth, Shi Batian slowly won her over. They spent beautiful days together—days he would treasure for the rest of his life.
And just yesterday, they had finally crossed that final threshold.
But today, everything came crashing down.
Only now did Shi Batian learn the truth: the girl he loved was none other than the future Angel God—Qian Renxue.
It had all turned to dust.
He gazed helplessly in the direction she'd vanished, letting out a long sigh. Compared to the might of Spirit Hall, he was nothing.
But he didn't wallow in despair for long.
No matter what it took, he would find a way to bring Xiaoxue back. But he had to be smart. Charging in now would only get both of them killed.
"Why…? Why bring me to this world, let me taste love, only to saddle me with a garbage martial soul?"
"Seven-Star Gourd Vine… what the hell is this supposed to do? Grow me a team of gourd brothers or something?"
He laughed bitterly, staring at the vine growing from his right hand.
It was a simple green tendril, no longer than a few dozen centimeters. Harmless. Ordinary.
A joke of a martial soul.
But then… something strange caught his eye.
Seven tiny buds had sprouted on the vine.
Not six. Not eight.
Exactly seven.
"Buds? Are these… are these going to bloom into fruit? When can a martial soul do something like this…? Could it be… my martial soul is evolving?!"
Shock rippled through Shi Batian's expression.
Ever since that night with Qian Renxue, he'd felt strange. Like something inside him was shifting.
Could it be… his martial soul had needed to fuse with divine blood to truly awaken?
"Holy crap…"
Shi Batian yelled out loud, unable to hold in his excitement.
Nearby passersby gave him odd looks.
He scratched his head, a bit embarrassed. Clearly, this wasn't normal.
Best not to linger here.
Time to head home—and figure this out properly.
…
Shi Batian returned to his home: Star Soul Village, a small village near Heaven Dou City. It sat at the edge of a forest, high up in the mountains.
As the days passed, he noticed changes.
The vine on his hand was growing stronger. The buds began to swell.
By the sixth day, they had ripened.
Seven vibrant gourds now hung from the vine—red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and violet.
Each one glowed faintly with power.
His home was a humble wooden hut on the edge of a cliff, surrounded by towering trees and wild mountain air.
He approached slowly, eyes filled with longing. Memories flooded in like a crashing tide.
"Batian, look at that view… Do you think we can stay like this forever?" Qian Renxue had once asked, nestled in his arms, her golden hair brushing against his cheek.
"You silly girl," he'd said, smiling as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and pulled her closer. "As long as you want it, every day can be like this."
This cabin held their most precious memories—springs, summers, autumns, winters… all spent side by side.
But just as he stepped inside, a wave of searing pain tore through him.
It wasn't just physical—it was spiritual, like his very soul was being ripped apart. His legs gave out, and he collapsed to his knees, gasping for breath.
The source of the agony?
His right hand.
More precisely—his Seven-Star Gourd Vine, now glowing with golden light.
"Holy shit… what is this?! I feel like something's about to burst out of me!"
He let out a guttural scream that shook the woods.
"AHHHHHHHHH!!!"
Flocks of birds exploded from the trees in a flurry of wings and startled cries.