Douluo Dalu: Hunter's Son, Forging a God from a Dull Blade

After transmigrating to Douluo Dalu, Lin Ye is born into the most ordinary hunter’s family in Aoki Village. With no sect to back him, no noble bloodline, and no System or golden finger, he is born at the very bottom of the Soul Master world! On the day of his Martial Soul Awakening, he gets no astonishing, top-tier Martial Soul, only a dull, battered hunting knife full of notches, and an Innate Soul Power of just Rank One and a Half. The whole village laughs at him: born a commoner with an inferior Martial Soul, he is destined to follow in his father’s footsteps and die a hunter in the mountains. But Lin Ye believes that a knife doesn’t have to be fancy. If it can slit a prey’s throat, it has value. To scrape together three Gold Soul Coins for academy tuition, he braves treacherous mountains, lays deadly traps, and hunts Shadow Foxes, risking his life for his first cultivation resources. Everyone urges him to settle for an inferior Ten-Year Soul Ring, but he flatly refuses. Born at the bottom, he cannot afford a single mistake. He will not settle for his First Soul Ring! With no family to support him, he makes the mountains and rivers his resources and lives off his prey. With no overwhelming talent, he defeats his enemies with traps and wins by targeting their weak points. With no shortcuts, he hones himself through life-and-death trials, tirelessly sharpening his dull-knife Martial Soul. He tempers the blade with Shadowfang Fox teeth, trains his senses with Nightwalking Vine bark, and builds his traps with Blackwind Wolf bones. While others rely on bloodlines to become gods, he relies on cunning, patience, and slaughter, fighting his way from a lowly village nobody to a heaven-defying path. Deep in the towering forests of Blackwind Ridge, the rust falls away from his old knife, and its dull edge gathers soul power. The Trash Martial Soul, a blunt hunting knife everyone once looked down on, becomes the Shadowblood Hunting Blade, a weapon that kills with a single slash to the throat. A commoner need not bow forever. Even a blunt blade without an edge can cut down every prodigy!