c1: Hehehe, run! The faster you run, the more excited I am!
"Hiss~"
Su Yu clutched his head, drawing in a sharp breath of pain.
What… happened?
A torrent of foreign memories erupted within his mind, surging like a tidal wave that threatened to split his skull apart. They were only six years' worth, without profound cultivation knowledge just the fragmented experiences of a child growing from an infant to a six-year-old.
But no matter how simple, six years of life compressed into a single moment was still overwhelming. His brain felt as if it would burst.
Fortunately, the influx of memories settled smoothly.
Su Yu exhaled shakily. The splitting headache was gone.
"But damn it… my body hurts!"
Who was so vicious as to strike a six-year-old child this hard?
"Who the hell hit my butt!?"
Su Yu's tone was filled with indignation. He had lived for over twenty years in his previous life, and even if he had now transmigrated into a child's body, this humiliation was something he could not accept.
But then he fell silent.
He looked around. This was a stretch of wilderness no houses, no villagers, nothing but the whisper of wind over grass. His anger had no target.
"Besides… even if they did hit me, it's pointless now. They're all dead."
Su Yu sighed.
From the fragments of memory, he understood his new situation, this was the Douluo Continent, where every child at the age of six could awaken their Martial Spirit at the Spirit Hall's awakening ceremony.
If one possessed innate spirit power, cultivation was possible. For every ten ranks of spirit power, one could obtain a spirit ring from a spirit beast. The quality and age of the ring determined the increase in strength. Spirit Masters were ranked: Spirit Master (1 ring), Spirit Grandmaster (2 rings), Spirit Elder (3 rings), Spirit Ancestor (4 rings), Spirit King (5 rings), Spirit Emperor (6 rings), Spirit Sage (7 rings), Spirit Douluo (8 rings), and the peak—Titled Douluo (9 rings).
And he, Su Yu, had been thrown into such a world.
In his past life, he had read Tang San's journey, the rise of the Shrek Seven Devils, and the dangers of Spirit Masters. It was exciting in fiction… but in reality, he had no luxury to admire the scenery.
"It's not time to relax yet."
From the child's memories, Su Yu pieced together the crisis at hand.
Evil Soul Masters.
Just after the awakening ceremony in the village, they attacked without warning. These depraved cultivators thrived on slaughter, absorbing the life force of others to strengthen themselves.
Even through the child's memories, Su Yu could feel the suffocating despair that had hung over the villagers.
The boy's parents had fought desperately to buy him time to escape, striking him hard to force him to run without looking back. That blow was why his butt ached so badly.
But even then, he hadn't gotten far. The Evil Soul Masters were still hunting him.
"A six-year-old surviving this long… only because of their cruelty in forcing him to run without hesitation."
Su Yu clenched his fists. "The original Xiao Yu… died. If I can, I'll avenge you. I'll kill the one who slaughtered our village."
The thought brought a strange calm. Even the ache in his body felt sharper, grounding him in the moment.
"Damn… I should've made that resolve later."
He forced a bitter smile.
But reality was cruel his Martial Spirit was the Blue Silver Grass, the same 'useless' spirit Tang San had been mocked for in his youth. Even with innate spirit power of rank 3, his current strength was pitiful. Against an Evil Soul Master likely a two-ring Spirit Grandmaster his chances were zero.
Unless… they didn't think he was worth catching.
Unfortunately, hope died quickly.
Su Yu smelled it before he saw anything the thick, metallic stench of blood, heavy and rancid, clinging to the air like a shadow. It was the aura of someone who had killed without pause, the scent ingrained into their very spirit power.
[Transmigrating into the Peerless Tang Sect era of the Douluo Continent… You have received a gift from the Blue Star Will: Heaven-Defying Comprehension.]
A golden line of text flashed before his eyes.
"What…?" His heart skipped. Could this be… his golden finger?
Blinking several times, he confirmed it wasn't an illusion.
"The golden finger… never arrives late!" Relief surged through him. In this world, nothing was more precious than a unique advantage.
Heaven-Defying Comprehension a name that promised endless possibilities.
But the bloody aura was drawing closer. He had seconds, maybe less, before the Evil Soul Master was on top of him.
Running? Impossible. His body was already at its limit.
Hiding? That… might work.
His eyes lit up. Blue Silver Grass.
Though looked down upon as weak, it had a natural affinity for concealment, blending seamlessly into the environment.
He summoned his Martial Spirit. A soft blue glow shimmered in his palm as a tender stalk of grass sprouted, swaying gently despite the still air.
[You studied the Blue Silver Grass Spirit, refined its natural traits, and mastered the Art of Breath Concealment.]
[You studied the Blue Silver Grass Spirit and unlocked the technique to communicate with external Blue Silver Grass.]
Su Yu pressed himself into a dense patch of wild Blue Silver Grass. The blades bent naturally over him, shrouding his small form in living camouflage. His spirit power fluctuations faded completely, masked by the aura of the grass around him.
The bloody stench grew suffocating. The Evil Soul Master was here.
But this also had a benefit: if the Evil Soul Master didn't thoroughly scour the area during his initial search, then whatever was overlooked would remain missed.
Under the cover of this thick, metallic blood stench, it was nearly impossible for ordinary Spirit Masters to detect him—especially when his Blue Silver Grass concealment hid even his spirit power fluctuations.
Feeling the oppressive aura drift farther away, Su Yu forced himself to wait a moment longer before cautiously parting a few blades of grass to peek out, eyes scanning the wilderness.
"Kid… so you were hiding here."
"Hehehehehe… surprised?"
"I like this game the most, and I've never lost a prey not once."
The eerie, bone-chilling voice froze Su Yu's blood.
The Evil Soul Master hadn't left at all.
He wasn't hunting for survival, he was toying with him.
A true degenerate, the kind that made even Spirit Hall's Execution Division shudder.
Su Yu's mind spun. He needed an opening, any opening.
Without another thought, he exploded from the cover of the Blue Silver Grass, bolting in the opposite direction.
Run first—think later.
His legs felt like lead, his lungs burned from exertion, but the moment he had summoned the Blue Silver Grass earlier, something subtle had changed. A faint warmth pulsed through him, restoring his flagging stamina.
[You applied the Blue Silver Grass Spirit. Nourished by its life force, your stamina recovers.]
[You unleashed your potential under mortal threat and experienced an epiphany.]
In that heartbeat of inspiration, Su Yu's understanding of the Blue Silver Grass's vitality deepened beyond mere instinct.
[You had an epiphany—perceiving the tenacious life force inherent to Blue Silver Grass.]
[You had an epiphany—deriving a self-created Spirit Ability from the Blue Silver Grass.]
[You created Chancery Art!]
The moment of insight was like lightning striking his consciousness. Countless fragments of comprehension aligned in his mind, forming something entirely new.
Only then did Su Yu truly turn his full attention to creating distance.
No, this wasn't running away.
This was luring the hunter into his own grave.
The Evil Soul Master liked to play games? Then Su Yu would let him play right into a trap.
The wilderness here was thick with wild Blue Silver Grass, roots weaving beneath the soil like a living network. Su Yu willed the grass to stir, using his newfound control to siphon traces of spirit power from the surrounding plants.
It wasn't much external spirit energy could only be borrowed briefly before dispersing but for his plan, it was enough.
"Hehehe… little fellow, run. The faster you run, the more excited I get!"
The Evil Soul Master's grin stretched unnaturally wide, his eyes gleaming with a predator's sick joy.
"Hehehehehehe!"
Su Yu kept his expression perfectly terrified, body thrashing in feigned panic as he sprinted.
But behind that mask of fear, his every sense was locked onto the man's movements.
One mistake before had nearly cost him his life this time, there would be none.
[Explanation: The protagonist's "Heaven-Defying Comprehension" is not a system. It is simply the narrative term for his extraordinary insights, it does not inject skills or knowledge directly.]
[The term exists for the reader's understanding only!]
[No system!!!]
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