Douluo: Son of Orion, a Dull Sword Becomes a God

Traveling across Douluo Continent, Lin Ye was born into the most ordinary Orion family in Qingmu Village. With no sect background or noble bloodline, and no system plug-ins or golden fingers, he was born to stand at the bottom of the soul master world! On the day when the martial spirit awakened, there was no earth-shattering top-grade martial spirit. There was only a dull hunting knife that was gray, old, and full of chips. The innate soul power was only one and a half levels. The whole village laughed at him: he was born a commoner and had a poor martial spirit. He was destined to inherit his father's legacy and be trapped in the mountains as a hunter in this life. But Lin Ye firmly believes that knives do not have to be gorgeous. As long as it can slit the prey's throat, it has value. In order to collect three gold soul coins for college tuition, he traveled through dangerous mountains, set up deadly traps, hunted shadow foxes, and licked blood in exchange for his first training resources. Everyone advised him to just absorb the inferior ten-year soul ring, but he flatly refused. Coming from a lower class, he is never qualified to make mistakes. With his first soul ring, he will never give in! Without family support, they rely on mountains and rivers for capital and prey for sustenance; If you don't have talent to crush, you will use traps to defeat the enemy and win with vital points; There is no shortcut, so he sharpens his martial spirit through life and death, day and night. Shadow teeth and fox teeth temper the blade, night walking vine leather refines the sense, and black wind wolf bones build the situation. While others relied on blood to become gods, he relied on calculation, forbearance, and killing, step by step, to carve out a path against the heavens from an ant in a mountain village. When we arrived in the deep forest of Heifeng Ridge, the rust of the old knife fell off, and the dull blade condensed the soul. The blunt hunting knife that everyone despised in the past has finally become a shadow-blood hunting blade that seals the throat with one blade. A commoner may not bow his head for the rest of his life. A dull sword without an edge can also cut down the geniuses!