I transmigrated to Douluo Continent and discovered that my grandfather, a farmer, had a weed as his martial soul. My father, also a farmer, had a weed as his martial soul. And me, my grandfather's grandson and my father's son, a future farmer, also have a weed as my martial soul. It seems that this will continue endlessly for generations to come, with no hope of advancement. I sighed. "Ding, do you want to join the chat group?" Hearing this familiar yet strange voice, I couldn't help but feel tears welling up in my eyes. For myself and for my future descendants, I must strive, I must struggle, even if it costs my life. I will seize this opportunity, even if it's just a weed, I will become a strong person and change my destiny.