A middle aged man, with a slim built, cursed underneath his breath. He was obviously worried about something. "What in the God's Realm is taking so long? It's been over two hours already!" As he paced back and forth, in front of a room, feeling ever so restless.

An old man then walks over, approaching the nervous middle age man. He calmly placed his hand, over the middle aged man's shoulder, reassuring him, trying his best to calm his worries. "Calm down now, my child. Your wife should right about be giving birth really soon. I sensed that there will be more than one child in her womb, and the very first childbirth is usually always the most painful. After all, something beautiful is always born under extreme pain. That beautiful thing is called life," Almost like a dwindling lit candle, after on the brink of extinguishing, being reignited, his hope similarly rekindled.

The son raises his head, staring upwards at the night sky, absentmindedly. He then replied. "I hope so, father. I sure hope so... everything will be alright."

An old woman smiling joyfully, tears dripping down the side of her cheeks, as she has finally become a grandmother.

She opens the door, surprising the two men that stranded outside. She said, whilst quietly closing the door behind her. "Congratulations, my son. You are now the father of a girl and two boys."

The two men exclaimed outwards in great surprise. They both shouted in unison, whilst gazing each other in the eyes. "Three?"

Without haste, they slammed the door heavily, almost breaking it, as they hurriedly rushed in.

*Bang*

Startling the three infants, because of the loud noise, they awaken from their slumber, involuntarily crying to top of their lungs.

The grandmother from behind sighing at the sight, watching the spectacle of her husband and son rushing in, only to make a fool of themselves.

As they enter the room, they saw puddles of blood, and blood stain sheets in between a pale, sweaty woman who had just lost consciousness, after childbirth.

The father sighed, as he could feel her breath steadying. He was relief, as he immediately knew that she would be alright.

They now turned to see the now three crying babies, eyes shut tight, as they wailed atop a smaller bed, beside the mother. The blood had already been cleaned, washed away from their bodies, but their hair was already too bloodied to tell what kind of color it was.

The grandfather screamed in joy, almost to the point of breaking into tears. "Triplets. Thank Heavens. The Heavens are truly smiling upon our Yan Clan. I previously sensed only twins. What a nice little miracle this is..." Continuing his speech. "I can finally join my brothers and sister as being a grandparent," the old man laughed.

A sudden thought arise, as the grandfather turned to face his son, he seriously asked. "My Yan Clan now finally has three more little additions to the main family. What will you name them, child?"

The father was a bit perturbed, overwhelmed at the mere sight of having triplets. He couldn't thought up of an appropriate answer. To avoid the topic he changes the subject."Perhaps mother can ascertain their potential?" the father asked.

"Strange. Very strange," the grandmother said after lifting her hand, and releasing a gentle light over the babies, causing them to enter a blissful sleep.

"Are they crippled? Were there any sought of deformities? Is there something wrong with them." The grandfather asked, with a face full of worries.

"No, there weren't any sought of deformities. They're all healthy as a bunch. And you old coot! Nincompoop! You know those are impossible to determine until they've turn six, alright. A Spirit Master has no spiritual power until they've awaken their spirit. I guarantee that they should be able to become Spirit Masters at the very least, since it is hereditary and all." The grandmother snapped at her husband and son, as a pair of dimwits.

Being the only one responsible here, the grandmother then decides the name for the three triplets. She said, "We'll name the oldest one Yan Fen, the second Yan Liang, and finally Yan Weiying."

Yan He now reincarnated as Yan Weiying. A feeling excitement surfaced,as he thought, 'Yan Weiying... I will surely become an excellent Spirit Master, and the pride of this family.'

As the mens left, the grandmother then tended to her daughter-in-law. She did not notice Yan Weiying's abnormal behaviour, unusual for an infant, camouflaged as childlike innocence.

And just like that, the wheel of time rolled forward, soon six years had passed since the triplet were born. The Yan Clan couldn't be any happier.

The Yan Clan were just a relatively normal clan, for the most part, with a slight head in advantage in the edge of growing magical herbs. As well as being the main suppliers of magical herbs to the Alchemist Association.

Due to their deep connections with the Alchemist Association, they were able to triumph over their competitors, and steadily rise in ranks. Under the protection of a pair of Spirit Douluo's, Yan Weiying's grandparents; Yan Wu Ming, Emerald Mosquitoe, rank 86. Yan Hou Fei, Snow Ferret, rank 83.

But they could not be placed on the same level as either of the four great clans in Douluo.

Today, was the day, Yan Weiying would turn 6 years old, alongside Yan Fen and Yan Liang. They would finally be qualified to attend the Spirit Awakening Ceremony to awaken their spirits.

Yan Weiying opens the door to his bedroom, and let the sunlight in. He steps outside onto the courtyard, to do some light exercise and stretches, before he thought about the time he spent in this world.

Yan Weiying smirks, as he waits for the others to wake up. He said, "Today is the day that I will awaken my spirit. But there is no guarantee what spirit I will get." His excitement rising, the more he thinks about it.