Douluo: Becoming a God by Relying on my Enemies

Douluo Continent, Southwest of the Heaven Dou Empire, Fasno Province, Holy Spirit Village.

At dawn, the rising sun bathed the small village in its warm glow.

In the distance, the mountain peaks, shrouded in the hues of morning light, emanated a faint pinkish hue. The air was filled with the scent of earth, carrying the freshness and vitality of nature.

A small stream meandered through the village, its waters crystal clear. The reeds swayed gently along the banks, casting their reflection in the water like a picturesque green ribbon.

By the stream sat a young boy, Yun Feng. His gaze was vacant, staring into the sky with a hint of desolation in his eyes.

"Can't use spiritual power, failed my martial soul awakening, and even grew a pair of horns on my head... This must be nightmare difficulty!" Yun Feng muttered bitterly.

Yun Feng was a transmigrator. In his previous life, he had been a prodigy of a prominent sect, guarding the borders of Blue Star. Though he lived a secluded life, he was aware of worldly events. His favorite pastime was reading novels, where the boundless imagination often inspired him to create unique techniques.

Upon arriving in this new world, Yun Feng quickly realized that he was in the Douluo Continent. However, to his dismay, this world lacked even a trace of spiritual power, rendering his formidable wealth of techniques utterly useless.

Even worse, at the age of six, his martial soul awakening failed, leaving him with physical traits akin to a martial soul—a pair of small horns—just like the Catwoman auctioned in the original story.

For someone like Yun Feng, a proud genius, this was a crushing blow. On the Douluo Continent, strength was everything. Without power, one might as well be in hell.

Initially, Yun Feng held out hope. Even if he couldn't cultivate spiritual power, he could still cultivate soul power, awaken a powerful martial soul, and adapt his old techniques to dominate Tang San. After all, wasn't that how fanfiction stories went? Yun Feng believed himself to be the protagonist, destined to overshadow Tang San, and even had numerous clashes with him.

But everything changed two days ago. Yun Feng realized, to his horror, that he couldn't cultivate either spiritual power or soul power. His knowledge of advanced techniques was utterly useless here. Even Tang San's Mysterious Heaven Technique seemed more practical.

In modern terms, Yun Feng was in a post-spiritual era, where no cultivation method could thrive.

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Now, Tang San had already secured the work-study student slot for Holy Spirit Village and was set to head to Nuoding City. Yun Feng, an orphan taken in by the village, was left wondering if his fate was to live out his days farming.

Amid this despair, a strange phenomenon occurred. A stone monument suddenly appeared in his sea of consciousness.

"This is... the Heaven-Suppressing Monument?" Yun Feng recognized it immediately. It was a boundary marker from his past life, once standing at the edge of his sect's territory. Though it had no practical use before, it had inexplicably traveled with him into this world and lodged itself in his mind.

Just as Yun Feng was pondering its purpose, the monument began to change. A chisel materialized before it, and under Yun Feng's astonished gaze, it engraved two words onto the stone:

Tang San.

"...Tang San?" Yun Feng frowned. What was the Heaven-Suppressing Monument trying to do by carving Tang San's name?

After observing for some time and finding no immediate answers, Yun Feng decided to set the matter aside. For now, survival was his priority. As an orphan under the village's care, he refused to be a freeloader.

Carrying water from the stream, Yun Feng went door to door, filling the villagers' water jars. Despite being only six years old and having no martial soul, he was physically strong thanks to his persistent training and exercise since arriving in this world.

However, something strange happened. Normally, after several trips, Yun Feng would feel tired and sore. Today, even after ten trips, he wasn't the least bit fatigued.

"What's going on?" Yun Feng stopped and returned to his small hut, determined to examine his body.

To his astonishment, not only was there no decline in his physical state, but his strength had actually improved. His stamina had hardly diminished, and his body felt more robust than ever.

Then he noticed something peculiar—the previously radiant words "Tang San" on the Heaven-Suppressing Monument had dimmed significantly.

"...What?"

A sudden realization struck Yun Feng. To test his hypothesis, he began practicing the Furious Thunder Fist. This technique, without spiritual power, would rapidly drain physical stamina and even injure the body if overused.

After completing an entire set of the technique, Yun Feng was stunned. His body was completely unharmed, yet the glow around Tang San's name dimmed further. Not only that, but the diminished radiance seemed to flow back into Yun Feng, enhancing his strength.

"This..." Yun Feng's eyes widened as the truth dawned on him.

All of my negative states... are borne by my enemies!?

He had been wrong to doubt himself. Even without spiritual power, with this monument and his extensive knowledge of techniques, he could still defy destiny.

His mind raced with possibilities. He recalled countless forbidden techniques and sacrificial methods from his past life—methods that required no spiritual power but only sheer willpower and resilience.

One such technique came to mind: the Ghost Fiend Blood Tribulation Technique. This method, created by a genius with congenital meridian blockage, burned the practitioner's blood to temporarily boost strength. The downside? The user would need to consume others' blood to survive, eventually losing their humanity and sanity.

However, Yun Feng's situation was unique. With the Heaven-Suppressing Monument, he could bypass the technique's side effects entirely.

For now, he decided to practice restraint. Some techniques were too advanced, even dangerous, for his current self. He carefully selected a technique bu

ried deep in his memory and began his journey to rewrite his destiny.