Chapter 1: Transmigration, But As Huo Yuhao
White Tiger Duke’s Mansion
A massive mansion covering over three thousand mu, where every brick and tile emitted a hazy golden light under the sun’s illumination, and sunlight passing through the glazed tiles on the eaves cast water-like ripples on the ground.
Even a random tile here was something that commoners on the Douluo Continent could only afford after struggling for half a lifetime.
After all, this was the territory of the White Tiger Duke. Just thinking of that Star Luo Army God who guarded the Ming Dou Mountain Range and the ancestor Dai Mu Bai who ascended ten thousand years ago made even the lowliest serf proudly puff out his chest!
Of course, with such a vast territory, not every place could bask in the sun’s kindness.
In a simple house near the back door of the duke’s mansion, a roughly ten-year-old, slightly skinny black-haired boy sat on a stool, gazing melancholically out the window.
The passing servants were like the sprawling roots of a great tree, wantonly drawing nutrients from the earth to nourish the White Tiger Duke’s Mansion, this great tree.
Watching their busy figures, Huo Yuhao’s spirit, which had been somewhat dazed from the massive influx of information, regained its clarity.
“Douluo Continent? Or the Peerless Tang Sect Period? This is really bad luck.”
If netizens from his previous life were to debate which era in the Douluo Continent series was the most suitable for transmigrating into, it would probably spark a heated argument.
But if asked which era was the least suitable for transmigrating into, the Peerless Tang Sect Period would have no controversy at all.
The reason was simple: in this period, transmigrators all had the Tang Buddha looming as a major threat over their heads.
That pure and noble man would ogle the entire continent whenever he had the chance, treating the Douluo Continent as his own backyard.
For those prodigies aiming to become a god on the Douluo Continent, the Buddha’s world-shattering wisdom was an unavoidable experience.
As everyone knew, the most important part of world-shattering wisdom wasn’t the wisdom, but the “world-shattering.”
“I’m ten years old now, with level nine soul power, which means there’s about a year left until the plot begins.”
“The only thing I know for sure now is that in the original work, Huo Yuhao left the duke’s mansion right after reaching level ten soul power at age eleven.”
“Then in the Star Dou Great Forest, he encountered the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm and Ilex, his two major cheats.”
With his mind slightly cleared, Huo Yuhao immediately began recalling the original work, roughly planning the acquisition routes for the original cheats.
Yes, the current Huo Yuhao was a transmigrator. Strictly speaking, he wasn’t a soul possession or takeover.
In his previous life, he was also called Huo Yuhao and even had a good brother named Wang Dong.
As for why he transmigrated, it was because Earth in his previous life was far from peaceful—their sun faced a helium flash crisis and began aging rapidly.
The whole world launched the Wandering Earth Project, but during the use of Jupiter for redirection, they were captured by Jupiter’s gravity.
Numerous planetary engines stopped working, and his mission was to rescue the Singapore No. 1 redirection engine.
Unfortunately, when they were still a hundred kilometers from the planetary engine, their rescue team encountered a massive geological collapse influenced by Jupiter’s gravity.
Huo Yuhao used all his strength to push Wang Dong and the other team members to safety, while he himself fell into the crevice.
Countless falling rocks crashed around him, biting cold winds pierced through the tears in his protective clothing, sucking away his remaining life like vampires.
Fortunately, before his vision turned completely dark, he saw a soaring blue light pillar—that was the light of the planetary engine.
Saturation rescue—it seemed someone had restarted the Singapore No. 1 engine ahead of them.
Amid faint cries and the roar of heavy fusion tearing through the atmosphere, he forced his stiffened facial muscles into an ugly smile before completely losing all consciousness.
After death, his soul was guided by some voice to this world, then entered Huo Yun’er’s body to gestate a new body.
He didn’t know if it was due to soul wear and tear during transmigration or some other reason, but it was only after Huo Yun’er passed away yesterday that he recovered his memories due to grief.
After pondering the current situation, Huo Yuhao shifted his gaze from the busy servants outside to a delicate short blade on the table in front of him, its body an overall dark green.
White Tiger Dagger, a level five close-combat soul tool, was Dai Hao’s token of love to Huo Yun’er and also currently Huo Yuhao’s most valuable possession.
Huo Yuhao drew the White Tiger Dagger; its slender blade faintly revealed some strange inscriptions, which he guessed were soul tool circuits.
He injected a bit of soul power into it, and soon a hazy blue light appeared out of thin air on the White Tiger Dagger, forming white blade glow on the edge.
The blade glow was faint and transparent, making one worry it might be blown away by the wind; though it looked extremely fragile, Huo Yuhao could clearly sense the danger it contained.
As a spirit system soul master with Spiritual Eye as his martial soul, plus his transmigrator identity, his spiritual power—measured by the Dragon King Legend’s spiritual power levels—had likely reached the Spirit Communication Realm.
Spirit Communication Realm spiritual power already allowed him to sense nearby dangers, like a beggar version of spider-sense.
In his perception, the faint blade glow on the White Tiger Dagger emitted an extremely terrifying sense of oppression, like a chainsaw running at full power standing straight in front of Huo Yuhao.
As a level five close-combat soul tool, the White Tiger Dagger could undoubtedly easily breach the defenses of ordinary thousand-year soul beasts; as an early-game weapon, it was a super-mode stats monster.
Unfortunately, the original Huo Yuhao had cheats that were too overpowered, so the White Tiger Dagger had barely any presence.
Looking at the blade reflecting half his face, Huo Yuhao realized he now had two paths ahead.
The first path: do nothing special, just follow the original Huo Yuhao by putting in three times the effort to cultivate until reaching level ten soul power, then leave the White Tiger Duke’s Mansion for the Star Dou Great Forest to obtain the two most crucial opportunities.
The second path: leave the White Tiger Duke’s Mansion now. Wander outside for a year first, then head to the Star Dou Great Forest to acquire the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm and Ilex, the two major opportunities.
With the White Tiger Dagger, Spirit Communication Realm spiritual power, and combat skills forged in extreme environments from his previous life, as long as opponents were below level thirty, Huo Yuhao was confident he could retreat unscathed.
As long as he avoided places like the Sun Moon Empire, Shrek, or famous cities from the original work, and traveled in remote, unmentioned areas, his safety could be assured.
The half-face reflected in the White Tiger Dagger showed a smile distorted by the blade glow, like a clown or a madman.
In his previous life, Huo Yuhao lived in Hefei No. 1 Underground City.
He was brought into the underground city at age three and grew up in the orphanage.
He had no memory of his father, who probably died in the moon crisis. His mother Huo Yun’er died of type II radiation sickness.
Blue skies, white clouds, warm sunlight, endless grasslands and forests, animals not preserved in formalin—these were things his generation could only see in virtual reality.
But data was just data; it could never simulate the warmth of the world or the pulse of nature.
Removing the helmet still meant a cramped room and various flavors of dried earthworms.
Continuation, endurance, survival were the main themes of that world. Most entertainment activities were canceled; people could only browse pre-Braking Era internet novels or movies online for solace.
Now reborn into this world with a stable sun, he no longer needed to suppress his personal nature deep inside for the sake of the world’s future.
The current Huo Yuhao wanted to live a different life!
“So the answer is obvious—use the original plot as reference; I’m going my own way!”
The blade glow on the White Tiger Dagger slowly dissipated, and Huo Yuhao sheathed the dagger, deciding on the second path.
