Douluo Dalu: New Dawn Chapter 4: 4. Holy spirit village

Holy Spirit Village

If one only heard the na, Holy Spirit Village, they might imagine a grand settlent, perhaps even a place of legend. However, in reality, it was rely a small village of about three hundred households, located south of Fasinuo Province's Nuoding City. Its na carried weight because, a century ago, a Spirit Sage-ranked Soul Master had once erged from here. This legend had beco the village's eternal pride, passed down through generations.

Surrounding Holy Spirit Village was an expanse of fertile farmland, where villagers toiled daily, growing grain and vegetables that would be transported to Nuoding City.

Though Nuoding City wasn't particularly large, it sat near the border of another empire, making it a hotspot for trade between rchants of both great nations. This economic activity had ensured a better standard of living for the villages nearby, including Holy Spirit Village.

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The young boy stood frozen in place, his mind racing as he processed the old woman's words.

"Holy Spirit Village…" he muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing in thought.

The na triggered mories buried deep within his mind. This was the birthplace of Tang San, the protagonist of Douluo Dalu.

The realization sent a shiver down his spine. He had been reincarnated into this world, but he hadn't fully grasped just how closely he was tied to the main story until now.

"Tang San... He should be here, right?"

A wave of emotions surged through him,curiosity, and a faint sense of wariness. If this was truly Holy Spirit Village, then that ant he was at the very beginning of the story's tiline. But how far along was it? Had Tang San already awakened his Martial Soul? Or was that event yet to happen?

His thoughts were abruptly interrupted as he felt a strange energy in the air, sothing he hadn't sensed before. His Shinragan reacted, instinctively analyzing the flow of soul power around him. His enhanced perception allowed him to see the energy lingering in the environnt,subtle, yet undeniably powerful.

"This… this must be the source of that strange feeling."

He focused, his silver eyes glowing faintly as he traced the energy fluctuations back to their origin. What he found shocked him.

"There's a concentration of soul power here… Soone incredibly strong is nearby."

A single na surfaced in his mind—Tang Hao.

Tang Hao,the youngest Titled Douluo of his ti, wielder of the legendary Clear Sky Hamr, a man feared and respected across the continent.

The re possibility of his presence sent a thrill down the boy's spine. If Tang Hao was here, then the plot hadn't truly begun yet. That ant he had ti....ti to train, ti to understand his new Martial Soul, and ti to prepare for the challenges ahead.

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Shaking off his thoughts, he decided to blend in. Wandering through the village, he took in the sight of humble hos, children playing in the open, and villagers going about their daily routines. Despite its simplicity, there was sothing warm about this place,a peaceful atmosphere that felt oddly comforting.

Still, he needed more information.

As he approached a small clearing where so children were playing, an authoritative yet kind voice called out to him.

"Young one, I don't believe I've seen you around before. Are you from another village?"

The boy turned towards the voice, his Shinragan eyes quickly analyzing the figure before him,an elderly man with white hair, a neatly kept beard, and kind yet sharp eyes. He wore simple but well-kept robes, and there was a certain dignity to his posture.

"An old man… but he seems important," the boy thought. "He doesn't feel threatening, but he's definitely watching closely."

Realizing the importance of first impressions, the boy quickly bowed slightly and responded politely.

"Hello, sir. I… I got lost while traveling. And i don't rember my village's na."

Grandpa Jack raised an eyebrow at the odd answer but didn't press the issue imdiately.

"I see. Well, wandering children are rare, but not unheard of. My na is Old Jack, and I'm the village elder here. The children often call Grandpa Jack."

The boy internally confird it,this was definitely the Holy Spirit Village from the story.

Grandpa Jack studied him for a mont before speaking again.

"You look like a smart child. Do you have a na?"

For a mont, the boy hesitated. In his past life, nas carried aning, identity. But here… here, he was soone new.

Finally, he spoke.

"My na is…... Arthev."