Douluo: I am a biologist, awakening the weapon spirit?

Chapter 4: Conversation and Probing

I know, what's wrong?
Looking at the heavy-faced old Jack, Chen Feng blinked his eyes, somewhat confused as to why old Jack was so serious.

As a time traveler, he had long known that he and Old Jack had no blood relationship and were most likely picked up.

But what does it matter?

In Chen Feng's opinion, the grace of raising a child is more important than the grace of giving birth to a child.

If you give birth to a child but don't raise him/her, you can return it by cutting off a finger; if you don't give birth to a child but raise him/her, you will never be able to return it in a hundred generations. Of course, this does not include children obtained through child trafficking.

Old Jack raised Chen Feng for six years and gave him a home in this world. He had long regarded the old man as a relative and didn't quite understand why Old Jack wanted to expose this matter at this time.

"I've always treated you as my own grandson, but there's one thing I can't hide from you. When I found you, I actually found something on you."

Old Jack took out a cloth bag from his arms and slowly opened it. Chen Feng saw a sword-shaped jade pendant inside with a small word "Chen" engraved on it.

"This should be something your family left for you. I have never decided when to give it to you. Now that you are about to become a soul master, I will give it back to you."

Chen Feng stared blankly at the jade pendant, not knowing what to say.

No, this is some kind of ancient novel setting? The jade pendant plus orphan trope is so overused, okay?
Is there not a perverted man right now who is watching everything that I have been through and is trying to write it into a novel and sell it for money?
No way, right?

"What's wrong, Xiaofeng?" Old Jack was a little puzzled when he saw Chen Feng in a daze.

"It's okay." Chen Feng took the jade pendant, then looked at Old Jack and said seriously:
"No matter what, you are my grandfather, and that will never change."

"Okay." Old Jack wiped his eyes and turned his back.

The next morning.

On a small hill adjacent to Shenghun Village, Chen Feng, dressed in black and holding a Tai Chi Bagua sword, was practicing swordsmanship at a relatively slow pace.

Not far from him, there was an ordinary-looking child wearing gray linen clothes sitting on a big rock, staring intently at the dawn that had just appeared in the east.

The two children were doing their own things, one active and one quiet, and there was a special kind of harmony between them.

After a while, when the pale sky in the east was covered by the rising sun, the boy in gray closed his eyes and let out a long breath.

Not far away, the Chenfeng sword style was gradually coming to an end, ending today's practice.

He has been practicing this every day since he learned to walk, and the location he chose is the small hill that Tang San used in the original novel.

Before, Chen Feng used a wooden stick to practice swordplay. He had found it with great difficulty. It was a straight stick of the right thickness, length, and width.

He loved the wooden stick very much and regarded it as his "peerless sword", using it for several years.

Even though he now has a martial soul, he hasn't thrown away this wooden stick and plans to keep it as a treasure.

As for what Chen Feng practiced, it was the Tai Chi sword technique he learned online in his previous life.

In fact, Chen Feng now regrets practicing Tai Chi swordsmanship. He thinks that it might be because he has been practicing swordsmanship that he awakened a sword martial soul.

This idea is of course illogical, as we all know that martial spirits are inherited through blood. The idea that practicing swordsmanship can awaken a sword spirit is pure nonsense, devoid of any logic.

After completing today's sword practice, Chen Feng put away his martial spirit and greeted the boy in gray:
"Good morning, Xiaosan, you are really hardworking. You come here every day without fail."

"Good morning, Xiaofeng, isn't it the same for you? I've never seen you absent before." The boy in gray stood up and dusted himself off. "Besides, you get here before me every day. You were the one who found this place first."

"Hey, I got here first because I need more time to practice swordplay than you do. Also, dawn is when yin and yang separate, so practicing swordplay at this time is the most effective."

Chen Feng came and sat down next to Tang San. "Speaking of which, you told Grandpa yesterday that you wanted to talk to me. What did you want to talk about?"

"Of course, let's talk about spirits." Tang San looked at Chen Feng with a serious expression, "The expression on your face wasn't right after you awakened your spirit yesterday. What happened? Is there something wrong with your spirit?"

"It's true... there's a small problem, but don't worry, I can handle it." Chen Feng said with a forced smile.

Tang San stared at Chen Feng's face. After a while, he sighed and said, "You said before that we were good friends, but you don't act like you consider me a friend now."

Chen Feng looked at the ground, hesitated for a moment, and said in a low voice:

"Okay, the problem is actually quite big, but I have already figured out a solution."

"Can you tell me about it? Of course, it's fine if it involves the secret of your martial soul." Tang San said.

"It's not really a secret." Chen Feng shook his head, then briefly explained the problem with his martial soul.

"This is the situation. I decided to conduct research on my martial soul and find a way to promote its evolution. This way, I can obtain high-quality blood and repair my own martial soul."

"I see." Tang San nodded thoughtfully, then asked, "Is there anything I can do? My Blue Silver Grass is a plant-type martial spirit, does it meet the requirements?"

"It does meet the requirements, but are you willing to cooperate with my research? Theoretically, I am confident that I can evolve your Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, but this concerns your future. Are you willing to do as I think?" Chen Feng asked back.

He looked at Tang San's childish face, observing every expression on that face and the look in those lively eyes.

Chen Feng knew that Tang San's reaction at this moment would show how effective his efforts in the past few years were. It would also affect his attitude towards Tang San in the future, and even more so the future of his martial spirit.

The next moment, Tang San spoke without hesitation:

"Isn't this a matter of course? We are good friends. Your martial spirit is in trouble now, and I can help you. Would I refuse?
"What's more, if my Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul can evolve, it will be of great benefit to me. It is impossible for me to refuse it emotionally and logically. However, you must explain your plan to me first."

Hearing Tang San's answer, Chen Feng smiled happily:

"Of course. I will convince you with my plan."

"If you can't convince me, don't blame me for not listening to you." Tang San said with a smile.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"Oh? So confident? How about you analyze my martial spirit first and let me see your level?"

(End of this chapter)