My System Lives in the Future! (Soul Land Fanfiction)

Chapter 3: Lord of Douluo Star Plane, Asura Godking, Asura Sword Sheath! Three Giants Detected!

Three months passed in the blink of an eye.

Under the guidance of the village chief, Xiao Tian finally arrived at Nuoding Academy.

During these months, he trained relentlessly in the back mountain. When his soul power allowed, he practiced with Xuan-Yuan Sword. When it was exhausted, he switched to the iron sword gifted by the village chief.

To his surprise, thanks to the system's reward of heightened comprehension, he quickly grasped the concept of sword intent. He could even condense sword energy with his fingers and release it!

This progression startled him. He hadn't learned many techniques, yet he had mastered sword intent first. Wasn't that progression a bit too fast?

The academy guard glanced at Xiao Tian's work-study certificate and waved him through without a word. Xiao Tian nodded in approval. Why do so many stories make such a scene here? A regular guard wouldn't dare provoke a future soul master.

Unless the certificate was as ridiculous as Tang San's. Well, who would believe that the waste martial soul—Blue Silver Grass—could have an innate full soul power?

Xiao Tian entered the academy and reported his enrollment to a teacher. As expected, he was assigned to dorm seven, the work-study student quarters.

When he stepped into the dorm, all eyes turned to him. One boy, exuding arrogance, spoke up, "You must be a freshman. I'm Wang Sheng. dorm seven has a rule—if you want to stay here, you must fight the dorm leader!"

Xiao Tian smiled. He understood the unspoken reason behind this rule. Work-study students faced constant oppression from the nobles, so the strongest naturally took the lead to protect weaker work-study students.

He set his iron sword and bag aside and replied calmly, "No problem. How do we fight? Martial souls activated?"

Wang Sheng looked slightly taken aback. The new student seemed unusually bold.

Frowning, he said, "No need for martial souls. You probably just awakened yours anyway. We'll compete with just our hands."

"Alright," Xiao Tian nodded. "Let's begin."

One and a half minutes later, Wang Sheng was pinned to the ground. "How's that? Pretty good, right?" Xiao Tian teased.

Years of sword practice had left him in peak physical condition. Handling a soul master without a soul ring was child's play. He hadn't even needed to tap into his sword skills.

"I yield," Wang Sheng muttered reluctantly.

The other students looked at Xiao Tian with newfound respect. One asked, "Xiao Tian, did you awaken a beast spirit? Your physical strength is incredible!"

Xiao Tian shook his head. "No, my martial soul is a sword, and my innate soul power is fifth-level. I've just trained hard since I was little, so my physical fitness is better than average."

He reached down to pull Wang Sheng up, dusting him off with a smile. "Sorry about that. I was a bit heavy-handed. This was my first fight, and I didn't know how to control my strength."

Wang Sheng gave a bitter smile. "It's fine. From now on, you're the leader of dorm seven. That's the rule!"

Wang Sheng's conviction was clear, and Xiao Tian readily accepted the role.

But just as the situation settled, the system chimed in again, its voice unusually panicked.

[Ding! Warning! The God of Slaughter and Lord of the Douluo Star Plane, Tang Hao, is within a one-kilometer radius!]

[Ding! Warning! The Sea God and Asura God King, Tang San, is approaching. Do not provoke him, or death is certain!]

[Ding! Warning! The Asura Sword Sheath, Xiao Wu, is nearby. Do not harm her, or you will incur the wrath of the Asura God King and face obliteration!]

[Alas, poor host. You've just awakened your martial soul, and fate throws you against these giants. It seems the system's time with you is about to end~]

Xiao Tian: ???

He was baffled. 'After three quiet months, why is the system going insane now?'

And what was all this nonsense about Tang Hao being the Lord of the Douluo Plane? Tang San and Xiao Wu were just kids—how could they already hold divine titles?

Just as he wrestled with the absurdity of the situation, a thin boy with black hair and simple clothes walked through the door.

"Hello, my name is Tang San. I'm a new work-study student," Tang San greeted politely.

He introduced himself to everyone in dorm seven, intent on leaving a good first impression. After all, he was in high spirits, having recently taken a renowned theoretical master as his teacher.

Wang Sheng stepped forward. "Tang San, right? dorm seven has a rule—if you want to stay here, you have to fight the dorm leader to prove your strength."

Tang San raised an eyebrow. The rule was unusual, but he nodded calmly. "Who's the leader? Let's do this."

To Tang San, these were just children. Having practiced Tang Sect martial arts for six years, he had full confidence in his abilities. This was the pride of a Tang Sect disciple!

Xiao Tian glanced at Tang San with a faint smile. "My name is Xiao Tian, the new leader of dorm seven. Since we're both freshmen, let's make this more interesting. I'll even use my martial soul. What do you say?"

Tang San raised an eyebrow in surprise. "You're that confident? Just so you know, I have innate full soul power."

Wang Sheng, standing nearby, froze in shock. "What?! You have innate full soul power? What's your martial soul?"

The room fell silent as everyone processed this revelation. Among the work-study students, Xiao Tian's innate level five soul power was already considered extraordinary. Innate full soul power was unheard of—not just among their group but even in the city as a whole.

For someone with level ten innate soul power to appear here, their martial soul must be something incredible. Wang Sheng couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement—could this mean the work-study students were about to rise in status?

Tang San replied calmly, "Blue Silver Grass."

The room plunged into an awkward silence before erupting with laughter.

"Hahaha! Are you serious? Everyone knows the innate soul power of a Blue Silver Grass martial soul can't exceed level one!"

Tang San, unfazed, maintained his composure. "There are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters. Even if my martial soul is Blue Silver Grass, so what? With proper training, I can still become strong."

His words carried a quiet conviction, echoing the teachings of his new teacher.

Xiao Tian suppressed his laughter with difficulty. That nonsense again? How many people had Yu Xiaogang misled with this line? Even after ten thousand years, only a handful of people proved this true—Ji Juechen being one, and Tang Ya… well, she could barely count as half.

"Xiao Tian," he said, introducing himself. "Martial soul: Xuan-Yuan Sword. Innate soul power: level five. Let's see what you've got!"

Without further delay, Xiao Tian summoned his martial soul. The Xuan-Yuan Sword materialized in his right hand, its faint glow exuding an aura of mysterious power.

"Xuan-Yuan, it's your time to shine," Xiao Tian said with a smirk.

The sword trembled slightly, as though responding to his words.

Tang San observed the interaction closely, intrigued. Xiao Tian's martial soul seemed… different. It felt alive, almost intelligent. This wasn't like his Clear Sky Hammer at all. He made a mental note to ask his teacher about it later. How fascinating.