Self-struggle starting from Douluo

Chapter 2 It turns out this is a system

Douluo Continent, southwest of the Tiandou Empire, Fasno Province, Notting City, Stone Village.

Six-year-old Qinghuan opened her eyes, but did not rush to get up. Instead, she closed her eyes again, feeling her spirit fully restored.

The little face showed a little joy, and he spread out his left hand, in which a thick "book" appeared.

Last night I used my mental energy to write on this book until I was exhausted and fell asleep directly. This morning, my exhausted mental energy was completely restored.

It seems that he has entered the so-called "deep sleep".

The other functions of this book have not been discovered yet, but for the purpose of strengthening mental strength, it can be regarded as my golden finger!

The little hand clenched and the "book" disappeared in the palm of the hand. Qinghuan got up with satisfaction, got dressed, washed up, and made breakfast for herself.

That’s right, Qinghuan meets all the necessary requirements for time travelers: both his parents are dead and he is an orphan.

After his parents passed away, the family's land was rented out by the village chief to another villager for cultivation. The village chief only had to give Qinghuan 10% of the harvest every year so that Qinghuan would not starve to death.

Fortunately, Qinghuan's family has three fruit trees. Every year, they sell the fruits picked from the trees for a small amount of money. Together with the inheritance from her parents, Qinghuan can still save a little.

The chief of Shitou Village is also a kind-hearted old man. With him watching over the situation, other villagers in the village are not so shameless as to snatch the inheritance of an orphan.

After breakfast, Qinghuan found a piece of parchment and a charcoal pencil, recalled silently for a long time, took a deep breath, and began to draw on the paper.

Meridians are something that cannot be seen or touched, and even a dissection of a person won’t reveal any trace of them. In the past, many people even doubted whether this thing really existed or was just made up to satisfy certain theories.

However, when there is real soul power flowing in the body... or in other words, when you can really feel the flow of "qi", you will find that meridians may be real.

As I said, no matter how delicious someone describes a delicacy, you will never understand its taste unless you taste it yourself.

Qinghuan didn’t remember the “meridian” map from her previous life very clearly, she only remembered that it was a very complicated system divided into “meridians” and “veins”.

No, it should be collectively called "veins", divided into "meridians" and "collaterals"... Qinghuan himself couldn't remember which one it was.

He could only draw what he remembered, and then try to collect the flow of soul power of more people when their martial spirits awakened, and match them one by one.

If they match, it means that your guess is correct. Not only can you complete the "vein", but you can even create a set of skills based on it!
This is Qinghuan’s ambition.

The protagonist of this world, Tang San, has a "Xuan Tian Gong" that he has cultivated all the way to the god level. Qing Huan has no confidence in getting it, so he can only create it himself.

Unfortunately, Qinghuan can only remember a small part of the "vein" map.

……

After drawing the "vein" he remembered, Qinghuan picked up a basket full of fruits and went out, directly to the farmland.

At this time, the villagers were already working in the fields.

"Uncle Shitou," Qinghuan took out a fruit from the backpack and handed it over, licking his face and laughing, "Do you want to take a rest first?"

The man with a bitter face straightened up, looked at the fruit Qinghuan handed over, and said puzzledly: "Qinghuan boy, you don't plan to sell the fruit this year? If you give it away like this, what will you eat this year? Don't forget that you will go to the Soul Master Academy in three months, and you will have to spend a lot of money by then!"

Qing Huan smiled and stuffed the fruit into the man's hand, looking up and saying, "It doesn't matter. I just want to ask Uncle Shitou, do you remember how you felt when you first awakened your martial spirit?"

"What was it like when you awakened your martial spirit?"

The man looked disappointed and said, "I'm afraid I will never forget that feeling in my life. It's a pity that I don't have innate soul power and can't become a soul master. You are lucky and can practice. You can become a soul master in the future..."

Qing Huan interrupted immediately and said, "Uncle Shitou, you eat the fruit... Then do you remember how the soul power flows when you awaken?"

The man thought for a moment, raised his hand and gestured on his body, saying, "From here... to here..."

Qing Huan quickly took notes, and after the man finished speaking, he asked, "When the soul power flows, is it on the surface of the body or inside the body? I mean, is it under the skin, or deeper into the body's internal organs?"

"I didn't notice that..." The man thought blankly. Seeing Qing Huan looking at him eagerly, the man had a headache and said uncertainly: "It doesn't seem that deep? But it's not on the skin... It should be in the flesh, yes, in the flesh!"

"Uncle Shitou, what is your martial spirit?"

"My martial soul is a pig, an ordinary domestic pig." The man said a little embarrassedly.

Qing Huan wrote them down one by one, waved his hand thoughtfully, and said, "Thank you, Uncle Shitou, I'll ask someone else."

The man was left confused. He looked at the fruit in his hand, took a bite, and said to himself, "Why is this kid asking these questions? What a waste of fruit!"

After questioning all the villagers working in the fields, Qinghuan returned to the village and questioned all the women and children.

Thanks to the fact that everyone in this world has a martial soul, everyone will never forget the feeling when their martial soul awakens. Qinghuan has gained a lot from just a stone village of more than a hundred households.

But he needs to collect more data.

Qinghuan picked up another basket of fruit and some dry food and headed towards the next village.

……

When I returned home to Shitou Village in the evening, it was already completely dark.

The fruits were completely consumed, and in their place was a thick stack of papers, which recorded the soul power routes of more than 200 people when they awakened, as well as nearly a hundred types of martial spirits.

After all, he was still too young. Qing Huan walked with the basket on his back for a whole day. He was not only exhausted, but also thirsty. He no longer had the energy to sort out the harvest. He fell headfirst onto the bed, closed his eyes and rested for a while. Then he raised his left hand and summoned the "book", intending to use up the remaining mental energy and then go to sleep.

He opened the book and saw that the first page was what he had written yesterday. It was completely blank at first glance, and only after careful observation could one make out the words on it. This meant that his mental strength was not strong enough to leave clear marks on it.

Just as Qing Huan was about to turn to the second page, he was stunned for a moment and returned to the first page.

"Value 7, points 7?"

Qing Huan looked coldly at the extra seven points. After a while, he suddenly laughed and said to himself, "After all this time, this is a system!"

No wonder I can’t sense it like I can sense my martial spirit.

It seems that this system relies on points to purchase goods, but...what about the mall?

Qing Huan flipped through the "book" from beginning to end and checked every corner, but still couldn't find any trace of the "shopping mall".

Seven points were there, but I couldn't find anywhere to spend them.

"The mall is lost? Is this system incomplete?"

Although Qinghuan was a little disappointed, he was not discouraged. He had already decided on his own path. Even if the system was incomplete, at least he could still strengthen his mental strength.

I opened the book again, turned over the first page, and was about to go to the second page, but I found that there were other words on the back of the first page.

Qing Huan raised an eyebrow and looked at it carefully.

"It's simply a fantasy. Since ancient times, innate soul power has determined a person's qualifications, and there has never been an exception! But the little ghost's spirit of daring to do it is worthy of respect. How about this, you come to the Spirit Hall, I can accept you as my disciple. Tell me your name and address, and I will pick you up in person!"

The handwriting of this passage was clear, as if it had been half-carved in with a knife, which showed that this person had extremely powerful and condensed mental strength.

But between the lines, there was an extremely uncomfortable and weird feeling, as if there was something wrong with his mental state.

And below:

"My dear friend, your great ambition is admirable. Why don't you join my Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect? As the richest sect on the continent, we can provide you with unlimited funds and manpower to help you break the shackles of the soul master world for ten thousand years. If you are interested, the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect is always waiting for your visit!"

Although the handwriting was not as profound as the one above, the sharpness revealed between the lines made Qinghuan's eyes hurt, as if he was staring at a sword with a cold glow.

"Blue Silver Grass is destined to be a useless martial spirit. Its innate spirit power is only half-level. There is no hope. Just follow me, little ghost. I can guarantee that you will be rich and prosperous for the rest of your life. If you are interested, you can come to Xingluo Empire and contact me. I will give you a meeting gift of 10 million gold soul coins!"

The handwriting was normal, but it was also more massive and condensed than Qing Huan's own mental power.

"I am Xue Qinghe, the crown prince of the Tiandou Empire. Why don't you come to me, little brother? I can provide you with all the protection and wealth, including high positions and generous salaries!"

This handwriting is not as deep as others, but the bright meaning is fully revealed.

"Chen Xin, do you dare to snatch someone from me?"

"I guess it must be His Holiness the Pope? It's up to this little brother to decide where to go. How can you say he's robbing someone?"

Qing Huan: "..."

Looking at something that looked like a "forum", Qing Huan felt mixed emotions for a moment.

Seeing how they are competing to recruit a waste like me with only half-level innate soul power, it can be seen that there must be huge benefits involved?

So, the system's shopping mall has gone to someone else?
It's not just one person who has this problem, it seems many people have it!
What they are fighting for is not themselves, but... points?
Looking at the seven points for a while, Qinghuan suddenly laughed, went back to the first page, carefully read what he had written yesterday, and started to think about it.

First of all, put yourself in their shoes. These people who spoke have the system mall in their hands and will definitely not reveal it to outsiders, so they are destined not to look for themselves in a high-profile manner.

Secondly, those who spoke above involved the Spirit Hall, Tiandou, Xingluo, and the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect. With so many forces hindering and resisting each other, it is simply impossible to conduct a large-scale investigation within the sphere of influence of the two empires and the Spirit Hall!
The most likely option is to send out spies to search for it secretly.

Finally, this is Notting City. The spies are asking about the blue silver grass nearby, and they have to ask Tang Dachui's hammer first.

As for the Spirit Hall's awakening records... Tang San, the Blue Silver Grass with innate full soul power, and the Rabbit with innate full soul power, two spirits that theoretically should not have innate full soul power appeared in the same city, but did not attract the Spirit Hall's attention at all... It seems that the awakening records here have not been sent to the Spirit Hall.

Was it done by Tang Dachui?

Regardless of whether it was true or not, as long as he went to Notting City College and followed Tang San and the rabbit, even if a spy investigated him, as long as they dared to look at him, Tang Dachui would only think that he was thinking about the rabbit...

In the short term, you are still safe.

Thinking of this, Qinghuan slowly felt relieved.

As for whether or not to continue writing... It's such a rare opportunity to have a golden finger to strengthen my mental strength, it would be such a waste to just give it up.

Just hide your information as much as possible in the future.

And the people who looked at the messages included the Spirit Hall's Pope Bibi Dong, the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect's Sword Douluo Chen Xin, the Heaven Dou Empire's Crown Prince Xue Qinghe, and a person from Xing Luo whose identity was unknown...but without exception, these people all had very strong forces.

The knowledge about soul masters is monopolized by big forces. Perhaps I can use points to exchange for the knowledge I need from them?

The points are in your hands, so you can set the rules yourself!
Thinking of this, Qing Huan breathed a sigh of relief, ignored the messages on the forum, closed his eyes, condensed his mental strength, turned it into a pen tip, and began to write on the "book".

(End of this chapter)