Dragon God In The Douluo Continent

Verdant Moon Village stayed as peaceful as ever, the air sweet with pine and spirit grass. To the villagers, the quiet courtyard at the village's edge belonged to a reserved couple raising a single child.

But from the moment Xie Yulong was born, his life was anything but ordinary.

Two weeks after Yulong's birth, his father, Xie Tianyan, couldn't wait to mark his son's first step as a Spirit Master. Without a second thought, he rushed into the forest, hunting a thousand-year spirit beast for the first spirit ring—forgetting the kid didn't even have a martial soul yet.

He came back half a day later, stiff smile in place.

"Too early," he muttered to Xueyao, rubbing the back of his neck. "He doesn't have a martial soul. His body can't even hold milk properly."

"What did you expect?" Lan Xueyao laughed, cradling the sleeping baby. "He's a newborn, not six years old."

Still, they both knew their son wasn't normal.

By six months, Yulong was already babbling words.

"Ma…"

"Ba…"

"Eat."

"Cold!" (He yelled this at Tianyan during bath time—causing the old Douluo to slip right into the tub.)

Every word left their eyes wide, mouths agape. Most babies couldn't even crawl at that age.

"He's talking," Tianyan blinked. "Like… really talking."

"Our baby's a genius," Xueyao said proudly.

"Our baby's a monster," Tianyan corrected—with unmistakable pride.

By ten months, Yulong was walking.

Not the wobbly, unsure steps of a toddler. No, this was steady, confident, and surprisingly nimble. He paced the courtyard with the same calm expression he'd worn since birth, like he was measuring the land he was born to rule.

By one year, he ran.

By two, he sprinted, like a little dragon cub on fire, weaving between hedges, leaping rocks, startling birds.

The villagers adored him.

To them, Xie Tianyan and Lan Xueyao were just a gentle, reclusive couple—maybe retired teachers. But their child? Clearly favored by the heavens.

"Look at little Yulong run! Like a streak of light!"

"I've never seen a two-year-old with balance like that. Are you sure he's not older?"

"When he smiles, even my back pain feels better!"

Yulong found it amusing.

"If only they knew my parents are two Title Douluo in disguise…"

"…And I'm literally cultivating soul power in my crib."

Yes. Even as a toddler, Yulong sat quietly in corners, secretly cycling his soul power through the Dragon Pulse Circulation Scripture, refining his meridians with surgical precision. He made sure his breathing mimicked sleep—because what kind of two-year-old meditates?

Answer: a reincarnated Xie Yulong with a cheat system.

His second birthday arrived beneath a soft sunset.

The courtyard bloomed with spirit flowers and laughter. Villagers dropped by with small gifts. Tianyan grinned the whole day, practically bouncing as he carried his son on his shoulders like a mountain king.

That evening, after the last crumb was eaten, Tianyan led Yulong to the meditation hall.

"Yulong," he said, squatting, "today I'm going to teach you the most important thing a Spirit Master must learn—meditation."

"Medi-cake?" Yulong blinked innocently.

"No, no—medita… Never mind. Just sit here and breathe like this."

What started as a game quickly became serious. Within minutes, Yulong matched the rhythm perfectly.

Tianyan's eyes widened.

"Wait… that fast?"

From then on, the official training began.

Soon, Lan Xueyao joined in.

While Tianyan focused on meditation and soul power, she taught Yulong about spirit beasts, soul rings, and the elusive art of self-created soul skills.

"Spirit beasts over 100,000 years old can transform into humans," she explained. Yulong listened wide-eyed. "Your spirit skills shouldn't rely on luck or inheritance. Those who create their own path… surpass all expectations."

Yulong nodded, blinking slowly, pretending to understand.

Secretly, he was thinking:

Just wait a few days, Mom…

One afternoon, Yulong casually asked:

"Papa, Mama… do people really make their own spirit skills?"

"Yes," Tianyan said. "But it's incredibly hard. Why?"

"I think I made three."

Silence.

Tianyan froze mid-step, blinking like he'd been slapped with a fish.

Xueyao dropped her teacup. It didn't break. She just forgot how to hold it.

"You… made… what?" she asked slowly.

"Three. Wanna see?"

First came the Voidstep Mirage.

Yulong dashed forward, leaving a ripple of afterimages behind—not clones, but mirage-like projections that shimmered and scattered unpredictably.

Tianyan's jaw dropped.

"Movement technique shouldn't be this fast… at age two?!"

"He's not even Spirit Master level yet," Xueyao muttered.

"He's already faster than my younger self!"

Second, he activated the Dragon Eye.

His pupils shifted into fierce, draconic slits.

He scanned the bushes nearby, pinpointed a branch hidden behind leaves, and said:

"Dad, throw me that branch."

"What? Why?"

"Just throw it!"

Tianyan shrugged and tossed the stick—no soul power.

Yulong stepped left, the branch missing him by inches.

"I saw its trajectory the moment it moved," he said simply.

Tianyan blinked.

"He predicted its path… instantly?"

Last, he lifted his hand and channeled Dragon Jade Hand.

His tiny fingers gleamed like polished jade, scales spiraling beautifully.

He touched a thorny, toxic vine nearby—no harm.

"Toxin immunity?" Xueyao gasped.

He tapped the ground; the air trembled. A faint pulse pushed dust away from his feet.

"And soul force redirection… defense… focus enhancement."

Tianyan didn't say a word.

He picked Yulong up and held him to the sky.

"My son just made three divine skills at age two!"

After Yulong's display, silence fell like a spirit beast's claw.

Tianyan carefully set him down, as if laying a sacred treasure back on an altar.

Lan Xueyao, for once, was speechless—and that terrified Tianyan more than any spirit beast ever had.

"You… made these?" she finally whispered.

"Yup!" Yulong puffed out his tiny chest. "I had a dream that showed me how!"

Right. A 'dream.' Definitely not a reincarnated Earth brain with a system.

Tianyan rubbed his chin. "Dream cultivation…? That's a first."

"Wanna learn?" Yulong asked innocently.

That was the moment the two 95+ Title Douluo—Flame Dragon and Frost Dragon—leaned in like kids waiting for story time.

Lesson One: Voidstep Mirage

Yulong stood tall, motioning to Tianyan.

"Papa first."

"Heh, I was born ready," Tianyan grinned.

Yulong's simple instruction:

"Imagine your feet leaving afterimages. Don't force soul power—guide it like water under a bridge. Then… run."

Tianyan tried.

He dashed forward.

And tripped.

Face-first into a shrub.

"Okay… maybe bridge was the wrong metaphor," Tianyan mumbled, pulling leaves from his hair.

Lan Xueyao snorted behind him.

The second try was slower. Soul power flowed into his feet, leaving faint mirages.

"I DID IT!" he roared, punching the air.

"Papa looks cool!" Yulong cheered.

Lesson Two: Dragon Eye

Yulong's pupils turned into red dragon eyes as he tapped his forehead.

"It's not just seeing. It's perception. Feel the flow around objects. Moving things leave traces."

Lan Xueyao activated her spirit power cautiously. A blue aura shimmered in her pupils, turning them dragonic blue.

"Hah… I see it," she murmured. "That squirrel on the branch—it's about to jump right."

And it did.

"Predictive tracking," she whispered.

"Mama's the best!" Yulong said sweetly.

Tianyan elbowed her. "Mine looked cooler, right?"

"You tripped into a shrub."

"It was a tactical dive."

Lesson Three: Dragon Jade Hand

Yulong lifted his palm, shining with jade scales.

"This one's easy. Concentrate soul power until your hands harden into a barrier. Key is control—not force."

Lan Xueyao tried first; her palm glowed icy jade, scales shimmering.

"It enhances soul flow, provides toxin resistance and defense."

Tianyan's hand glowed red jade, fire flaring. He slapped a stone—crack.

"I call it 'Blazing Dragon Slap!'"

"No you don't," Xueyao replied instantly.

That night, under the stars, the two Douluo sat quietly in the garden.

"Our son taught us soul skills," Xueyao said softly, eyes still glowing.

"He's two," Tianyan muttered, shaking his head.

"A two-year-old self-creating combat techniques that top advanced sect manuals…"

"We'll have to protect him from recruiters, not enemies."

"Agreed."

Nearby, Yulong grinned under his blanket.

"Next lesson? Maybe I'll show them the Martial Technique…"