After a night of chatting with Xiaoxue, Zhou Sidong understood the weight of the responsibility on his shoulders.
"From now on, I will start training you from the basics. You possess Twin Martial Souls, and the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul grants you the advantage of Innate Full Soul Power at level twenty. This is your strength, but it's also the one thing you must not reveal. Therefore, I've fabricated a Soul Master handbook from the Martial Soul Hall to prevent you from easily exposing yourself."
Xiaoxue watched Zhou Sidong, who was currently in a horse stance, and smiled.
Zhou Sidong nodded in understanding. Though Notting City was small, it was undoubtedly a nightmare-level difficulty in this Douluo Continent scenario.
Tang San, Tang Hao, and one crucial person.
Yu Xiaogang, he was Tang San's mentor and someone who influenced Tang San for life.
Zhou Sidong's identity was too sensitive; once exposed, he feared for his life.
"Your adoptive parents were once members of the Martial Soul Hall," Xiaoxue suddenly said.
"My father and mother were once members of the Martial Soul Hall?" Zhou Sidong rubbed his aching thighs and sat up on the stool, looking at Xiaoxue, "How do you know?"
"Your adoptive father was once an honorary blacksmith in the Martial Soul Hall's blacksmith shop. Because he was tired of the monotonous life of forging iron day after day, he eventually left the Martial Soul Hall with your adoptive mother."
Xiaoxue continued to explain, "Back then, your mother, Bibi Dong, after killing Qian Xunji and injecting his life force into your body, your soul vaguely showed signs of revival. However, because this power was so immense, you were unable to fully absorb it for a time. At the same time, this also caused me, who had been in a deep sleep, to awaken for a moment.
In the days that followed, you remained in a deep sleep, which completely disheartened your mother, who had been looking forward to your awakening. On a dark and stormy night, she carried you out of the Martial Soul Hall alone and buried you. As for the character 'Dong' on your right shoulder, it was your mother who tattooed it while shedding tears, hoping that the pain would awaken you during the tattooing process.
But in the end, you still didn't wake up, even though your body suffered pain, your soul remained in a state of slumber.
This matter was unknown to anyone, not even your elder sister, Qian Renxue, knew of your existence as a younger brother.
It was also on that night that you, whose soul had been asleep for eleven years, finally awoke. Perhaps due to the fear of the surrounding darkness, you cried loudly upon waking up. At this crucial moment, your adoptive parents passed by and pulled you, who was still an infant, out of the mud, and finally took you in."
"That's what happened back then." Xiaoxue finished speaking and looked at the sullen Zhou Sidong, choosing not to say anything more.
She had already explained what happened back then, and the subsequent ideological work wasn't something Xiaoxue was good at.
Xiaoxue shrugged, her body flashing into a golden beam of light that burrowed into Zhou Sidong's forehead and disappeared.
From the first half of the night to the second half of the night, Zhou Sidong sat there, motionless.
Several times in the middle, his eyes were filled with tears, and teardrops, like broken strings of pearls, couldn't stop falling.
He really couldn't imagine a mother doing everything she could to revive her son, even going so far as to kill someone she couldn't afford to offend, just to bring her son back to life.
That kind of feeling, Zhou Sidong, who had no parents in his previous life, couldn't imagine.
Moreover, that child was actually himself.
In his previous life, he was an orphan. In this life, his soul came to the Douluo Continent and, through a series of coincidences, entered the womb of the Pope, becoming Bibi Dong's son.
In his understanding, Bibi Dong, the Pope, hated her biological daughter, Qian Renxue, immensely because of Qian Xunji's actions, even to the point of killing Qian Xunji.
However, with Zhou Sidong's arrival, things had changed.
"Xiaoxue, I... I want to go to the Martial Soul Hall to find my mother."
Zhou Sidong, who had been sitting cross-legged on the bed for a long time, slowly got up and said.
"Have you really thought this through?"
Xiaoxue emerged from Zhou Sidong's brow and appeared before him.
"I don't know." Zhou Sidong covered his head; he was very confused right now.
"If you go to see your mother now, you two will be reunited. But have you considered that once you leave, Tang San will have room to grow? Allowing an enemy to grow is a huge threat to you."
Xiaoxue is the will of the Douluo Continent, now bound to Zhou Sidong, sharing both glory and ruin.
"You mean, I should go intercept Tang San?" Zhou Sidong immediately understood Xiaoxue's meaning.
"Just like you, on Earth, the Douluo Continent is just a novel or anime. You also know the plot and understand what opportunities Tang San will have next. So, seize the advantage and intercept Tang San's opportunities to prevent him from truly becoming strong."
Xiaoxue mentioned Tang San, and her teeth itched.
"You don't know how despicable Tang San is! Even though he's a god and can't interfere in the affairs of the Douluo Continent, what does he do? He casually points and directs, treating the Douluo Continent as his own. He destroyed the Martial Soul Hall, destroyed the City of Slaughter, allowing Evil Soul Masters to run rampant, and letting those conservative nobles continue to rule the Douluo Continent, causing the continent to fall behind by a full ten thousand years.
My hopes are now entirely placed on you. You and I both know what Tang San is going to do next, so the decision is yours."
After Xiaoxue finished speaking, Zhou Sidong fell into deep thought.
Xiaoxue, as the will of the Douluo Continent, did not hesitate to expend all her power to rewind history to this era, with the sole purpose of dealing with Tang San.
And Zhou Sidong was the one Xiaoxue had chosen.
Now that Zhou Sidong knew his entire background, he certainly wouldn't let Tang San, the one who caused his family's ruin, off the hook.
"I know what to do."
Zhou Sidong laughed, "I'll be relying on you from now on."
Xiaoxue immediately responded, laughing, "Don't worry, I'll train you to be the most freakishly talented genius in the history of the continent. You have Innate Full Soul Power at rank twenty, and I have a way to let you absorb a thousand-year Soul Ring for your first Soul Ring."
Hearing this, Zhou Sidong was overjoyed, but on closer thought, he asked, "I remember that the upper limit for absorbing a Soul Ring for the first Soul Ring isn't 423 years?"
"Hmph!" Xiaoxue scoffed after hearing this, "What a load of crap about 423 years. Tang San absorbed Soul Rings beyond his limits every time. If he can do it, why can't you, with your Innate Full Soul Power at rank twenty? And that useless teacher of his, Yu Xiaogang; every time Tang San absorbed a Soul Ring beyond his limits, it was like slapping him in the face."
"Yu Xiaogang, I have an impression of this person."
Zhou Sidong had lived in Notting City since he was a child and knew something about Yu Xiaogang, who was at the Notting Elementary Soul Master Academy.
He remembered once, he casually asked his father about him, but his father's answer surprised him.
"Yu Xiaogang? That so-called Grandmaster? How laughable. A Soul Grand Master with only twenty-nine levels of soul power, he thinks he's a master just because he put together some common Soul Master knowledge? Shameless. Doesn't he know where he got those ideas from?"
His father, being an elder of the Martial Soul Hall, knew about the relationship between Zhou Sidong's birth mother and Yu Xiaogang.
After all, Bibi Dong was the Holy Maiden of the Martial Soul Hall back then, the dream lover of every disciple of the Martial Soul Hall.
His father was one of them.
A Twin Martial Souls, the favored daughter of heaven, and a waste with Innate Soul Power of 0.5.
During the time Bibi Dong and Yu Xiaogang were together, rumors often spread within the Martial Soul Hall.
His father was no exception to hearing some of these things.
(End of this chapter)