Douluo: It started when Bibi Dong tricked me into drinking tea

Chapter 68 Everyone has their own thoughts. Feng Yan: Flanders, I want to take a leave

"Feng Yan, thank you for sparing Third Brother." Xiao Wu first expressed her gratitude, and then asked, "But can I ask why?"

Hearing that it was about Tang San again, Feng Yan became even more impatient, his words full of mockery, "What? You can't sleep without asking why?"

"I guess so..." Xiao Wu became more timid when she saw Feng Yan like this.

Seeing Xiao Wu admit it, Feng Yan stopped making a fuss and replied in a slower tone, "Didn't he do it in front of me?"

"But remember, remember, some things are not as heavy as a pound. Even if you weigh a thousand pounds, they still cannot stop them."

"What do you mean?" Xiao Wu was obviously less educated than Feng Yan and didn't understand at all.

Feng Yan looked her up and down unhappily and could only speak more bluntly.

"When Tang San first came, I was at the final moment. If he really wanted to kill me, I really couldn't resist."

"I never like to owe favors to others. Since you helped me stop it, I owe you a life. Just like the last time in Soto City, I was deaf, blind, and mentally exhausted, and I didn't know anything."

Last time in Soto City, Feng Yan was really afraid that the rabbit would disrupt the sacrifice, so he didn't do anything.

Feng Yan still has this concern now. Even if he doesn't owe her anything, Feng Yan will not provoke this rabbit.

Otherwise, if the mark of divine power becomes stronger because of the sacrifice, Feng Yanren will not know who to cry to if he dies.

When Xiao Wu heard Feng Yan say this, she was happy at first, but her face sank again after Feng Yan finished speaking.

Feng Yan said that she would only spare Tang San this time just because she was guarding the gate.

"But he still wants to kill you, doesn't he?"

Feng Yan couldn't tell the truth either, so he could only make up a random excuse: "A gentleman is judged by deeds, not by heart. No one is perfect in the world. In general, you gave me a reason not to kill Tang San."

"Does killing someone require a reason?" Xiao Wu is a soul beast, so this is a bit complicated for her.

"Don't you need it?"

As a human being, Feng Yan doesn't understand the meaningless killings.

"There has to be a reason for the loss of anything important, let alone a human life."

Then, Feng Yan used Tang San's attempt to assassinate him as an analogy, "You can't be like your Tang San, and just go up to him and tell him to die, and then you can chase him without any regrets, right?"

"There are many people who want to kill me. Even if they all have their own way to die, I can't kill them all one by one. I don't have the time for that."

Feng Yan didn’t think too much about it. As he himself said, the people who wanted to kill him could line up from Tiandou City to Soto City.

The weakest among them is probably Ning Rongrong. This little devil will always think about how to chop off Yan Feng when he has nothing to do.

Feng Yan said so much just to tell Xiao Wu that he was just returning a favor, but that was all.

But you must not stimulate her to make a sacrifice.

But it can't be too fake, the rumors turned into threats.

"But if I weigh it again, then Tang San's life won't be worth a thousand pounds. Even if you threaten me to tell Zhu Qing that I went to the brothel, I will definitely kill Tang San with a sword, just like I killed those two kitchen knife guys."

"Do you listen to Zhuqing in everything?" Xiao Wu looked at Feng Yan in a daze.

Feng Yan was a little surprised that she didn't mention Tang San, but asked this instead.

But Feng Yan didn't think much about it and said as a matter of course: "Of course, Zhu Qing is reasonable. She is my future wife. What's wrong with listening to her?"

Xiao Wu quickly asked, "What if Zhu Qing told you not to kill Third Brother, would you listen?"

Hearing this, Feng Yao no longer wanted to talk, and rolled his eyes and said, "What the hell is going on? There's no such assumption. Are you done asking? I'm going to eat after you're done."

As he spoke, Feng Yan walked out.

"I mean if!" Xiao Wu was anxious and immediately grabbed Feng Yan, "If Zhu Qing was pregnant with your child and threatened you with your child to stop you from killing Third Brother, you would..."

"Oh! Have you eaten too much and have nothing to do?" Feng Yan pushed Xiao Wu away and started cursing without waiting for her to finish.

"Zhu Qing is such a kind person, how could she be as crazy as you? You are a psychopath who wants to kill yourself when something can be solved by just acting cute and coquettish?"

"If you go crazy, you dead rabbit, just find a piece of tofu and kill yourself, don't bother me hugging my wife and keeping her warm!"

Looking at Feng Yan leaving, Xiao Wu was unable to come back to her senses for a long time.

……

The group will stay in the town for another day to rest and will return on the third day.

It was late at night and the breeze was blowing gently. Feng Yan stood by the bedroom window looking out at the night.

But his furrowed brows told one thing - he was not as easy as he said to Zhu Zhuqing during the day.

"Feng Yan, let's hurry to the Far North. The divine power imprint on your heart is too strange and must be removed as soon as possible. As long as you complete the construction of the second martial soul, there will be no problem."

Tianmeng Bingcan was very anxious, and Feng Yan felt even more annoyed.

This kind of irritability started when Xiao Wu stopped Feng Yan and said some strange words.

What made Feng Yan feel even more strange was that Zhu Zhuqing's mood had become unpredictable since lunch.

Since the afternoon, she no longer practiced with Ning Rongrong. Even though Feng Yan was recovering from his exercises and had no time to care about other things, Zhu Zhuqing stayed in the same room with Feng Yan.

At this moment, Feng Yan was looking back at Zhu Zhuqing who was sleeping peacefully on the bed.

Of course, there is also the little orange cat Qiuqiu, who is sleeping soundly on Zhu Zhuqing's neck like an orange scarf.

"It's not that simple, is it? This divine power imprint is actually stealing my soul power when I'm practicing. As a result, only one tenth of my soul power remains. It's simply a time bomb!" Although Tian Meng didn't understand what a bomb was, he was more curious about another thing. "Then how did you have the soul power to suppress the poison before? You dissipated a huge amount of soul power along with the poison. Was it retained from before?"

"I'm afraid not..." Feng Yan at least confirmed one thing, that almost all of his soul power had been sucked away by Bibi Dong.

After thinking about Bibi Dong, Feng Yan immediately grasped the clue, "I'm afraid there is another reason why I can recover my soul power!"

"what reason?"

Feng Yan did not hide it, "It has something to do with my other wife. I'm afraid Oscar's sausage can only eliminate the toxins in my body, and she can suppress this divine power mark while eliminating the toxins."

Seeing that it might be possible to resolve the problem, Tianmeng Ice Silkworm's tone became much better. "If you can't solve it even if you go to the Far North, why don't you go find your other wife?"

So Feng Yan grasped the crux of the matter, "Didn't you say that there would be no problem if we went to the Far North to completely complete the Ultimate Ice Martial Spirit?"

“Hehe…Brother, am I not just worried about you?” Tian Meng said with a wry smile.

"It's not that easy. If she could completely erase this divine power mark, I would have recovered long ago."

Feng Yan probably understood everything this time.

It turned out that the little angel was not only helping him suppress the poison left by Bibi Dong, but most importantly, it was able to suppress this mark of divine power.

Once the imprint of divine power is suppressed, the obstacles restricting Feng Yan will disappear.

Theoretically, this is how he got the soul power he had recovered over the years to suppress the Death Spider King's poison.

This divine imprint intercepted the soul power he gained through cultivation, and it was probably "charging" and absorbing energy to maintain its own existence.

The soul power required to transform divine power is not just a little bit, which makes Feng Yan unable to recover quickly.

Seeing Feng Yan's judgment, Tianmeng Bingcan became anxious again, "Ah? What should I do then?"

Feng Yan was not so fussy. "Let's take it one step at a time. The most I can do is to improve my soul power level. My cultivation speed seems to be about the same as that of an ordinary soul master. But I can still cultivate my mental power at the same time."

"This...what's the use of just having mental power?"

"Why are you panicking? Now that I know the root of the problem, and I am no longer corroded by the toxins, I can practice normally. There is a way."

"any solution?"

Just as Feng Yan said, he had a way. This was a talent that he was proud of and that no one else could match. "Create a technique that can allow one to survive even if the heart is shattered!"

Tianmeng Ice Silkworm obviously didn't believe it, and was completely stunned. "What the hell? How is this possible?"

Feng Yan did not answer Tianmeng Bingcan. He was caught up in some extreme concentration and was just deducing on his own.

"When a person is born, his innate soul power is transformed into his limbs and bones. This is called obedience. Obedience is in accordance with the laws of nature, so it is usually difficult to escape death."

"The original purpose of cultivation is to transform one's soul into power. When one has completely transformed his soul into power, he will become a god at the 100th level."

"But what if it goes against the nature?"

"Of course, we can. Then, we can pierce the heart with a sword and remove the divine power mark."

"But the problem is, we still have to transform the heart into soul power first..."

"No matter, let's try it first."

As he spoke, Feng Yan sat cross-legged, and the soul power around him began to flow.

His originally fair skin color became paler as time went by.

If it weren't for the faint glow of soul power flowing under his skin, one would have thought that Feng Yan had a serious illness and was extremely weak.

The more Tianmeng Ice Silkworm watched, the more frightened it became. It took a deep breath and said, "There is actually such a way of cultivation?!"

……

On the morning of the third day after leaving the Star Dou Great Forest, everyone set out again. After a day of travel, they successfully returned to the small village of Shrek Academy at midnight.

Ma Hongjun shouted heartlessly: "Ah! I'm finally back. It feels so good to be home!"

Zhao Wuji glared at him and lowered his voice, "Keep your voice down. Can't you see it's getting dark?"

Then Zhao Wuji waved to everyone again, "Okay, you all go back to your dormitories and rest. I'm going to see the dean and report to him about this trip."

"I'm going too." Feng Yan's voice sounded, immediately attracting everyone's attention.

Feng Yan looked left and right, then pulled the corner of his mouth and said speechlessly: "Why are you looking at me like that? I can't ask Dean Flanders for something?"

"Brother Yan, what happened to you in the past two days is already miraculous enough. But the fact that you can call the dean "Dean" seems to be more miraculous than what you encountered, right?" Oscar seemed to be speechless as well, but there was a lot of surprise in his speechlessness.

Feng Yan always looks like he is not mean to anyone, so it is really unusual for him to suddenly become so polite.

"I really have something to do."

Feng Yan didn't explain much and walked towards Flanders' office.

Zhao Wuji shook his head and followed.

When they arrived at Flanders' office, Flanders greeted Zhao Wuji and asked, "You're back? Is everything going well?"

Zhao Wuji glanced at Feng Yan who followed him in and said hesitantly, "It wasn't going very smoothly..."

Seeing Zhao Wuji's eyes, Flanders' hooked nose met Feng Yan's, "What's wrong with you kid?"

"I want to take a leave of absence, first for a month, and I will refund the excess and make up the shortfall."

(End of this chapter)