On the night the college entrance exam results came out, Shen Tianci suddenly died and transmigrated into Douluo Dalu.
As the young heir of the reclusive Shen family of Kunlun, he was born with two god-tier Martial Souls: the Jade-Clear Kunlun Fan, whose immortal aura purifies all things, and the Wuji Umbrella, which renders him immune to every technique.
On the day he awakened his Martial Souls at six, the Shen family patriarch warned him, “Xiao Ci, there’s a useless man out in the world called Yu Xiaogang. His endless theories about Soul Rings are an insult to Kunlun’s immortal way.”
> “If you ever meet him, use the Kunlun Fan to shatter his Dao heart.”
At seven, Shen Tianci arrived in Nuoding City and publicly confronted Yu Xiaogang. “The Grandmaster? Even three-year-olds at the foot of Kunlun would call your theories shallow.”
Yu Xiaogang’s face turned livid, while Tang San glared at him furiously.
Shen Tianci lightly tapped Tang San with his jade fan.
“Blue Silver Grass? What a pity. Soul Rings aren’t keys, they’re shackles.”
In an unnoticed corner, a scruffy old beggar gnawed on a chicken leg and muttered, “The young master’s gift of the gab is a perfect inheritance from the patriarch.”
The wine gourd by his feet glimmered briefly, reflecting the phantom images of nine Soul Rings.
