3 Welcome Douluo Continent

When Tang Toutai opened his eyes he saw a very bueatiful face. No one could compare to her beauty even in his previous life. He slightly titled his head around trying to figure out where he was. Then he saw a robust person holding a bundle in his hands and having tears of joy. It was then Tang Toutai noticed that he was born as brother of Tang San in Doulou Dalu. The mother of the two had an amused expression to see Toutai tilting his head around trying to figure out where he was only to be misinterepted as searching for his father. She than said" Hao see here your second son wants to see you!" Tang Hao immediately turned and took Tang Toutai in his hands while giving tang san to his mother. He than said," I will name him Tang Toutai!" While the mother said," I will call him Tang San!" While I thought 'We have the same name from the previous life' Then there was a huge rumble and a loud boom was heard. After that both parents had wrapped us in two blanket and started running outside, while running I felt my eyelids becoming heavy and soon fell asleep.

Few years later

Douluo Continent, southwestern Heaven Dou Empire, Fasinuo province.

Holy Spirit village. If one only heard its name, might sound like a rather astonishing village. In fact, this was merely a single village of three hundred households south of Fasinuo province's Nuoding city. The reason why it was called Holy Spirit was because in legend, a hundred years ago a Spirit Sage ranked Spirit Master came from there[6]. This was also the eternal pride of Holy Spirit village. They were either useless sprit or no sprit power for further cultivation.

Outside Holy Spirit village was, without exception, a vast expanse of farmland where grain and vegetables were produced and sent to supply Nuoding city. Nuoding city was located in the middle of Fasinuo province, and while it wasn't considered a major city, the border of another empire was, after all, very close, and naturally, merchants of both great empires traded there. Consequently, Nuoding city flourished and the lives of the commoners in the villages around the city were better than elsewhere.

Barely at daybreak, in the distant east, the sky was a pale grey dawn color. On a small hundred meter tall hilltop adjacent to Holy Spirit village were two thin and small silhouettes.

They were only a five or six-year old child. Evidently, every day they endured the heat of the sun. Their skin was a healthy wheat colour, one had black short hair appeared very neat, and his clothes, though simple, were clean. While the other had black long hair neatly tied in a ponytail with two bangs.(imagine genin Itachi without the tear troughts)

Speaking of a child at this age, to climb this hundred meter tall hill couldn't be an easy task, but strangely, when they arrived at the summit Their face wasn't the least bit red, nor were they panting. Their expression appeared content and pleased.

The boy sat down on the hilltop, his two eyes unwaveringly looking to the east where the dawn sky was gradually brightening. Slowly starting to inhale through his nose, gently exhaling through his mouth; continuous inhalations and faint exhalations that, in the end, became a splendid cycle.

During this process, his eyes suddenly opened wide. A faint trace of purple qi seemed to flash in the light of the growing bright grey dawn in the distant horizon. Without astonishing vision and concentration, it would be impossible to notice it.

At the sight of the purple qi, the boy's spirit was so completely focused he no longer even exhaled, only a light and slow inhalation. At the same time the two eyes firmly stared in concentration at the flickering purple light.

The purple qi didn't last long; by the time the eastern light gradually rose to become daylight, the purple qi had completely vanished already.

Only then did the boy, with a long exhalation of internal turbid qi, slowly close his eyes. White qi poured out through his mouth like a bolt of unrolling silk before it slowly dispersed.

After sitting quietly for a long time, the boy once more opened his eyes. In the center of his eyes there was surprisingly, perhaps because of that impure purple qi, a glimmer of light purple. Although this purple didn't remain long before quietly disappearing, that very existence was nevertheless distinct.

While the other was doing the physical exercises as he had already reached the bottleneck and knew it was impossible to advance in it without a sprit ring.

The first boy with a dejected sigh, the boy showed a grudging expression unsuitable for his age. He shook his head and said to the other boy "Still impossible. My Mysterious Heaven skill is still unable to break through the first serious bottleneck. It's already been a full three months, so why this result? Even Purple Demon Eye, which relied on purple qi from the east that could only be cultivated in early morning, has shown better progress. With Mysterious Heaven skill unable to break through the bottleneck, my Mysterious Jade Hand is also unable to advance. When originally cultivating to the border between the first and second tier, I didn't seem to come across circumstances like this. How come, when Mysterious Heaven skill altogether has nine tiers, it's this first tier that is this troublesome? Is it because this world is different from my original world? Is it possible Big Brother Toutai?"

Yes, they are the brothers who had jumped of the cliff in the tang sect but instead of they were reborn as though it was god's gift to them. For Tang San it was a chance for having a family, For Tang Toutai it was living in his favorite animes and novels.

Though Toutai knew the answer for the question did not say anything for a while then, he said," It may be due the fact this is a different world then the one we were from." Although both had been born naked but both held very precious treasures that are memories of their past life.( well one knew what was going to happen.) While they both had learned the Purple Demon Eye, only Tang San could use it as Tang Toutai had the Sharingan. He had tried the Shinshui style Mangekyou Sharingan Awakening, but to no awail it did not give him expected results but it had slowly reduced the amount of sprit power required for him to active and maintain the Sharingan.

Then Tang Toutai said," Come on Otōto, everybody would have started their daily life." and pulled a Itachi on Tang San who would later have wails saying that he was a big boy and not some small boy.

Tang Toutai glanced at the color of the sky, their thin and small body leapt up and they ran down the mountain. If anyone had caught sight of them at this moment, they definitely would be staring wide-eyed in astonishment. Each of their steps was shockingly capable of bringing them nearly 3 ⅓ meters. The mountain's crevices and uneven ground could not be said to have any effect on them as they effortlessly dodged and rapidly advanced between openings. Even compared to adults they would still be much faster.

Tang Toutai's family lived on the west side of Holy Spirit village, by the village chief's place. The three room mud brick house could be said to be the crudest in the entire village. It had a wooden plaque one meter in diameter over the door, painted with a simple hammer. The hammer in this world was the most widespread symbol of a blacksmith.

That's right. Both their father Tang Hao was a blacksmith, the only blacksmith in the village.

In this world, blacksmith could be said to be the humblest of professions. This is because none of this world's best weapons were, for a certain reason, forged by blacksmiths.

Even so, as this village's only accomplished blacksmith, Tang Toutai's family shouldn't have been this impoverished with such a meagre little income...

Entering the house, they already smelled fragrant rice. That wasn't Tang Hao making them breakfast; rather they cooked for Tang Hao.

Since four years old they had started to make food for their father even if it was to climb up a stool and do it.

Arriving before the kitchen counter, Tang San stood on the wooden stool with practiced ease, lifting the lid of the large iron cooking pot, the scent of fragrant rice wafting out. The cauldron's congee had cooked thoroughly for a long time.

Every day, before going up the hill, they always made sure to put rice in the pot to cook and prepare the firewood so that when they returned, the congee would be cooked well.

Picking up three already worn out bowls with more than ten notches from the counter to the side, Tang San very cautiously ladled congee into the three bowls and placed them on the table behind him. The congee's rice grains could practically be counted by eye, and for their growing body, this little nutrition was obviously insufficient; this was also the reason why their body was as slim as a thread.

"Dad, food."

Tang San called out.

After a long time, the inner room door drape lifted, and a large figure appeared with somewhat staggering steps and walked out.

It was a middle aged man, his appearance seemed close to fifty years old. His stature was still extraordinarily large and stalwart, though one dared not compliment his style of dress.

His worn robe covered with holes, without so much as a patch, exposed bronze colored skin. His previously good facial features now appeared waxen in color. He had a pair of sleepy eyes and a dazed manner; messy hair that looked just like a bird's nest, a beard that had gone who knew how long without being straightened out. A dim and lifeless look was visible in his eyes. Even though the night had already passed, he still reeked of alcohol, yet they didn't frown.

This was Tang Hao, their father in this world.

While growing up, Tang San never knew what paternal love was. The way Tang Hao treated them was always the same regardless, being firm right from the beginning. Although he knew to make a little food for him to eat, but nevertheless, as time passed, right after they started taking the initiative to cook, Tang Hao became even more uncaring of anything. In this way their home was so impoverished that they didn't even have decent furniture. Food also was a problem, mainly due to Tang Hao using all that meagre blacksmith income to trade for alcohol.

While Tang San was a large child, his father was really also about 30 years old, married so early even before thirty years old, but Tang Hao nevertheless must be compared to someone much older, he rather resembled Tang San's grandfather.

With regard to Tang Hao's behavior, Tang San carried no resentment. In his former lifetime, he was an orphan. In this lifetime, even though Tang Hao treated him badly, he at least had family. For Tang San, this already made him feel content. At least here there was a person he could call father.

Tang Hao grabbed the bowl from the table, not worried about scalding, and with big gulps poured the congee down into his belly. His dull sallow face appeared to gain a bit of luster.

"Dad, slow down, it's still hot."

Tang San took the bowl from his father's hand and refilled it with congee. He also picked up his own bowl.

Very quickly, a pot of porridge with seven or eight bowls all entered Tang Hao's stomach. Letting out a breath, he placed the bowl on the table. The drooping eyelids opened somewhat, looking at them.

"You continue with the work you have, I will work in the afternoon. I'll go sleep a little while."

Tang Hao's work and rest habit had a very regular pattern: sleeping all morning, making a few farm tools in the afternoon, obtaining income, and drinking in the evening.

"Ok, dad."

Both nodded.

Tang Hao stood up. Having had several bowls of congee, he was no longer swaying, and walked towards the inner room.

"Dad."

Tang San suddenly called out.

Tang Hao stopped, turning his head to look at him, his brows clearly indicating a little impatience.

Tang San pointed at a corner with shining black chunks of pig iron:

"These chunks of iron, can you give them to me to use?"

In their previous incarnation they were Tang Sect's most outstanding outer sect disciple, they were most familiar with the creation of every kind of hidden weapon. Naturally, back then all kinds of material were supplied by Tang Sect. But in this new world, although they practiced several years, their strength still wasn't enough by far. Moreover, they had never wanted to give up on manufacturing the most advanced hidden weapons. By now they had already tried to forge a few hidden weapons, but finding enough materials was the big issue.

Tang Hao forged farm tools out of metal received from the villagers. It was all impure, very common iron. It all was very difficult to use for high quality hidden weapons. The pieces of pig iron Tang San currently pointed at, delivered only yesterday, had made Tang San astonished; these chunks of iron ore actually definitely contained iron source, which was perfectly suitable for making hidden weapons.

Tang Hao's gaze shifted to the pig iron,

"Huh. Isn't this fine iron?"

Walking over to take a look, he turned his head to look at both,

"You want to become a blacksmith?"

Both nodded slightly. Becoming blacksmith was undoubtedly the most suitable profession for them to make hidden weapons,

"Dad, you're growing older. For a few years, until we grow up a little, please teach us how to forge kitchen implements and let us take over your work."

Tang Hao slightly absentminded, murmured:

"Blacksmith doesn't seem bad, either."

He then taught them forging and later they both were so immersed in hammering the piece. It had continued till eight days when the piece of iron had now transformed into a red circle piece of iron with less number of impurities. Tang Hao was surprised that both had hammered and their hands didn't have blisters from abrasion.

In this world called Douluo Dalu, this continent held two great empires, which could perhaps also be spoken of as coalitions. Because within the two empires, a great deal of territory was conferred on feudal vassals, and the number of nobles with armed forces couldn't be counted.

Of these two empires, the one Tang San was in was Heaven Dou Empire, the other was the southern Star Luo Empire.

Fasinuo province was located near the border between both countries, and Holy Spirit village by Nuoding city was no more than two hundred little away.

Tang San knew from talk among the villagers that within the Douluo continent, his world's martial arts didn't exist, but there was a kind of thing called Spirits. It was said that everyone had their own spirit, and among them, very few people's spirit could undergo cultivation, taking up an occupation called becoming Spirit Master. And Spirit Master was the noblest vocation on the whole continent. It seemed that according to legend, a hundred years ago Holy Spirit village produced a spirit sage, in other words a famous spirit master; Spirit Sage was a title for a Spirit Master rank.

Spirits were subdivided into two main categories, one category was tool spirits, and the other was beast spirits. As the names suggest, when a spirit was a utensil it was called a tool spirit, and with an animal as spirit it was called a beast spirit. Comparatively speaking, tool spirits included a wider range, and the vast majority of people all had tool spirits, and the ratio of tool spirits unable to cultivate was much bigger than for beast spirits.

Both once met the village's only person whose spirit was pickaxe, clearly a type of spirit unable to cultivate. But in spite of this, his work on farmland was still a little faster compared to ordinary villagers.

Tang San also fully understood that because everyone he met had their own spirit, Tang San also wanted to know what his and his brother's martial spirit was. After all, whether tool spirit or beast spirit, both were sufficient if they could cultivate, right? Tang Toutai knew what martial spirit his brother had but was curious to know whether there would be a butterfly effect on the storyline due his presence.

Regarding becoming a Spirit Master, Tang San wasn't particularly interested, but he resolved to become an inner Tang sect rank hidden weapon expert, no matter how little internal strength he had, right?

"Tang Hao, are you busy?"

In the course of both making great effort towards forging ten thousand times, they heard the sound of an old man's voice outside.

It was currently afternoon, Tang Hao was in the process working, creating farm tools, and hearing what was said made only an 'ng' sound.

Both, rather curious, came out from his room, only to see an old man, looking far over 60 years old, with a lanky figure, but spirit hale and hearty, clothing perfectly neat and tidy, hair meticulously combed out. The comparison with Tang Hao was simply too extreme.

This person, Tang Toutai knew, was Holy Spirit village's village elder, old Jack.

"Little San, Little Toutai come, let grandpa have a look at you two."

Old Jack turned to them and waved his hand.

This place's village elder was a kindly person, greatly respected by all the villagers, he had often brought over something to eat.

"Grandpa Jack, hello."

Both walked over in front of Old Jack, respectfully bow to him. When a person treated them well, both would always remember it in their heart.

Tang Hao indifferently said:

"I'm busy, village elder."

Old Jack was actually no less than ten years older than him, but to actually be compared to him as the same generation, always worsened Tang Hao's mood.

Old Jack was seemingly already accustomed to Tang Hao's manners,

"Tang Hao, ah, little San, little toutai has quickly become six years old. They ought to join this year's awakening ceremony."

Tang Hao gave both a glance, indifferently saying:

"Then go participate. Which day is it?"

Old Jack said:

"In three days, when the time comes I'll come bring them, alright."

By his appearance when looking at Tang Hao, he very obviously wanted to say, 'if you accompanied them, it would probably cause delays'.

Tang Hao slightly lowered his head, no longer paying attention to the village elder.

Tang San, who was nevertheless rather curious, asked:

"Grandpa Jack, what is the awakening ceremony?"

Old Jack sternly said:

"We all have our own spirit, which is finally awakened around the age of six with the awakening ceremony. Having a spirit, we can enhance our ability in a certain field. Even an ordinary spirit can still help. If by any chance you gain a remarkable spirit, we can speak about conducting cultivation, even to the extent that you could possibly become a Spirit Master. The awakening ceremony is held only once every year, I cannot let you miss it. It's a lord attendant from Nuoding City's Spirit Sub-Hall who personally comes to help our village's children awaken. However that lord attendant is considered a Spirit Grandmaster ranked Spirit Master."

When saying the words "Spirit Grandmaster", there was obvious admiration in Old Jack's eyes.

Tang San had only heard a few vague things about Spirit Masters, so right now he naturally couldn't let the opportunity slip by, questioning closely he said:

"What does Spirit Grandmaster mean?"