Timeline Setting: This book takes place a hundred years before the events of Douluo Dalu 1. It's not purely fan fiction—the plot and characters are entirely original. Strictly speaking, it doesn't qualify as traditional fan fiction.
Writing Style: A combination of Douluo's martial spirit system with fantasy fiction, focusing on family/clan narratives within the Douluo world.
This clan-based story is not about a lone protagonist grinding levels by beating up monsters. It's not fast-paced.
It will challenge your preconceived notions of Douluo fan fiction and push your imagination.
Please don't say I didn't warn you: Be careful! Be careful! Be careful!
Oh, and yes, the MC has a cheat system.
Special Note: The first volume is a bit unconventional. If you feel confused, check out the "Release Reflection" and "Volume 1 Summary" for clarity.
Now then, Volume One: "Kill the Wolf!" — The Crisis of the Chen Clan!
Fasno Province, Wushan County, Lin City, Godin Town, Chenlin Village
Date: June 13, the Year 2531 of the Douluo Calendar
That afternoon, beside the lake at a small sloping hill known as Stele Hill, a five- or six-year-old child sat quietly atop a large rock. His skin was a healthy wheat color, with neatly trimmed black hair. He wore a snug blue martial training outfit and looked clean and spirited.
Gazing at the distant sunset over Shaolin Lake, lotus flowers swaying gently nearby, he sank into thought:
"Just one week left until my Martial Spirit Awakening. Dad should be back in a few days. I wonder if I'll awaken the Seven Kill Sword, one of the top-tier tool spirits.
Since I was three, Grandpa and Dad have given me medicinal baths—first monthly, then biweekly, then weekly, gradually increasing in frequency. I also eat medicinal food every few days.
Daily training includes body conditioning, basic sword techniques, footwork, boxing, reading, writing, poetry, calligraphy, arithmetic, continental geography, history… Thank goodness no foreign languages.
Children in this world mature faster both mentally and physically. Must be due to the world's different spiritual energy levels.
Grandpa and Dad refuse to let me cultivate soul power before age six or awakening. I'm not allowed to train anything soul-power-related yet. There must be a reason they're not telling me.
Well, I've always been someone who listens and eats when told.
Originally, I thought I might get to see the legendary main character group, but…
My older cousin Chen Jianjun was 108 when he left, and Chen Xin (Sword Douluo) was 72. That makes my unborn nephew 36 years old at the time.
When Chen Xin died and his sword shattered, he was 101, and Tang San was 25. That's a 76-year difference—so my cousin was 112 years older than Tang San.
And now my cousin is about to turn 12, so… this year is 2531. Tang San is born in 2631. That's exactly 100 years apart.
Damn, I'm dumb. Just check the calendar—it's right there. 100 years.
I doubt I'll live long enough to meet Tang San.
Oh well. Even if I won't take part in the main plot, seeing legendary soul masters from a century ago isn't a bad tradeoff.
Heh. Right now, Qian Daoliu is 25 and already the Holy Son of Spirit Hall. Three years ago, as a Soul Emperor, he led Spirit Hall to victory in the Advanced Elite Soul Master Tournament. Aside from the OP main cast, that's already pretty amazing.
Too bad Tang Chen hasn't risen to fame yet, so there's no news about him. As for Bo Saixi, the Sea God Douluo… that's way too far into the future. She probably hasn't even been born yet."
His name was Chen Xiaojun. Originally, his father named him Chen Jianxin, but when he turned five last year, he stubbornly changed it to Xiaojun.
After all, when everyone around you has martial spirits and your dad is named Chen Xun, your older cousin is Chen Jianjun, and both have Seven Kill Sword spirits—if you haven't figured out you transmigrated into Douluo Dalu, you'd have to be dense.
The Chen Clan should be the Chen (尘) Clan, a sword sect famous for passing down the Seven Kill Sword, hailed as the most aggressive martial spirit on the continent. He didn't know why the clan was hiding their true surname and pretending to be "Chen" instead.
He liked Chen Xin's character a lot. Likely his name was supposed to be Chen Jianxin, but since that name would never show up, he figured it best to avoid sounding like "Jian Ren" (贱人 / "cheap person"), especially since "Jian" could be a pun.
Yup, you guessed it. Another transmigrator joins the Douluo cast.
"Young master! Madam is calling you home for dinner!"
A chubby boy came running from the distance. He was the steward's son.
His name was Zhu Wuneng. When Xiaojun first heard it, he nearly fainted from laughter. Still, the pudgy kid was kind of cute.
The Zhu family had served their lineage for over a century. Generation after generation, they grew up alongside the Chen clan's direct bloodline. Their family martial spirit was Stone-Armored Boar—incredibly tough, with decent offense and great stamina. They were loyal companions of the Chen clan heirs.
Zhu Wuneng was the third child in his family. He had an older brother, Zhu Wukui, and a second sister, Zhu Wuxin. Zhu Wukui often trained with Chen Jianjun, Xiaojun's older cousin. This pudgy one was likely destined to be his future partner.
"Alright, alright, I'm coming. Hey Wuneng, you'll be awakening your martial spirit soon, right?" Xiaojun got up and patted the dust from his clothes.
"Yeah, still half a year to go. After that, I'll stick with you as always," Wuneng grinned sheepishly.
"Your dad's martial spirit is Stone-Armored Boar. Your mom's is the Nine-Toothed Rake. Who knows—you might get a hybrid martial spirit and become a rake-wielding boar, tearing up the battlefield! I'll be counting on you then!"
"Hehe, that'd be great. Thanks for the good luck, young master."
"I've already got a name for your mutated spirit: Marshal Tianpeng! Supreme Commander of all pig-type spirits!"
"…" Wuneng blinked. "What does Tianpeng mean?"
"It stands for broad-mindedness, a prince of heaven, boldness, talent, and cheer."
"That's too much. That name fits you better, young master."
"Boring! Anyway, if you're gonna follow me, we gotta do something about that chub. Sure, pretty faces are common, but interesting bellies are rare. Yours jiggles with amazing elasticity! Still, you train just as hard as I do. Why hasn't it gone down?"
"I don't know either, young master. My dad and my brother are the same. It's probably just genetics…"
Chenlin Village was a small place with fewer than 50 households.
The Chen family lived in the northwest part of the village. It was less than two miles away, with a large compound and several courtyards. Village homes had space, after all.
As they entered the main courtyard, Wuneng peeled off to his own home via the side gate—they lived in the same compound. The main courtyard belonged to Xiaojun's family, deeper inside. Wuneng's family lived near the entrance.
Inside, the main courtyard housed more than a dozen rooms, laid out in an orderly, elegant manner.
Just as they entered the gate, a tall, graceful woman with her hair pinned up with a pale crabapple hairpin stepped out from the kitchen with two dishes in hand. She wore a light yellow silk dress and had a gentle, refined face.
She was his mother—Ye Xiuxin.
"You little rascal, don't go running off so far when you play. Just stay in the village. No one even knew where you were, except for little Sanzi who managed to find you," she scolded gently.
She called the chubby boy "Sanzi" (Third Son), referring to his birth order.
"Okay, okay!" Xiaojun responded half-heartedly.
"Go wash your face and hands. Your grandfather and brother are waiting," she said with a warm smile.
"Yes, ma'am!" he shouted and dashed toward the washing station.
"Did you just call me old? You little brat! Looking for a spanking, huh?"