Douluo Continent: I am a biologist, and I have awakened a weapon spirit?

"I wanted to see if your friend had replied, after all, it was my idea to treat Luo Sanpao," Chen Feng replied.

"Oh, I see. Don't worry, Flanders has already replied. Oh, Flanders is my friend."

The master closed the door, sat down in a chair, and said:

"I originally thought Flander would come to talk to me first, but he replied that he was going directly to the Death Desert to find a fire-attribute dragon-type soul beast for me, and would come to find me after he got the blood."

"Your friend is really something," Chen Feng exclaimed. "The Death Desert is just north of Notting City. If your friend is doing well, he should be here in the next few days."

The master nodded, his expression complex, and said, "Yes, Flander is indeed a very good friend. It's just that I've distanced myself from him over the years."

"Why did you distance yourself from him?" Chen Feng asked curiously.

Although he was fully aware of the intricacies of the situation, it would seem odd if he didn't ask questions now that the conversation had progressed this far.

The master paused for a moment, then said, "Because of some... complicated emotional issues."

Chen Feng nodded, didn't ask any more questions, and changed the subject:

"Master, there is actually another matter I have come here on this occasion."

"Go on," the master said after taking a sip of water from his glass.

"I would like to ask you to teach me about the types of soul beasts and how to distinguish their age," Chen Feng said to the master.

This knowledge is treasured by all the major powers. If he wants to learn the complete Soul Beast Encyclopedia, he probably has to join a major power.

But from the bottom of his heart, Chen Feng didn't want Lao Deng to be above him unless absolutely necessary.

Therefore, the only place where he could learn to distinguish soul beasts was with the Grandmaster.

“Yes.” The master put down his water glass and agreed without hesitation, “As long as you want to learn, I will teach you.”

Chen Feng was stunned for a moment, clearly not expecting the master to agree so quickly, but he quickly recovered, stood up and bowed.

"Thank you, Master."

“Don’t mention it. With your academic talent, if you join a powerful organization, learning this kind of knowledge will be very easy,” the master said.

“However, the soul beast illustrations kept by each major power are probably different, and they obviously have no intention of spreading these things; they are all just keeping them to themselves,” Chen Feng sighed.

"Yes, everyone hides this thing very well. Ordinary people can only go to the local Spirit Hall to look it up in books, and even then, the illustrations they find are not complete." The master revealed a sarcastic smile.

He proposed the theory of the ten core competencies of the Martial Soul world, partly to prove himself and partly to spread the knowledge that was being kept secret by powerful forces, so that more people would know about it.

Looking at the master's sarcastic expression, Chen Feng suddenly had an idea: why not have the master write a "Complete Encyclopedia of Soul Beast Types"?

But after thinking it over carefully, he finally gave up the idea.

Because if this book were actually successfully written, it would only further hasten the extinction of the soul beast race, which is not in line with Chen Feng's expectations.

So he didn't say anything, but instead earnestly asked the master for knowledge about soul beasts.

He only stopped studying when Tang San and Xiao Wu came to find him.

"Let's go, Xiaofeng, let's go fight!" Xiaowu said excitedly.

"Fight?" The master looked at Chen Feng with some doubt.

"It's a competition, not a fight. We just want to practice our first soul skills," Chen Feng quickly explained.

"Oh..." The master nodded. "Sparring is indeed indispensable among Soul Masters. Only with rich practical experience can one deal with various situations. Would you mind if I watched your match?"

Chen Feng and the other two exchanged glances and shook their heads. "We don't mind."

The four arrived at a small grove of trees, and Xiao Wu stepped forward first. "Which of you two will go first?"

"I'll go first," Tang San said, stepping forward.

He hadn't fought anyone in a long time and was looking forward to practicing his martial arts.

"Let's begin!" As soon as Xiao Wu finished speaking, she raised her knee and leg to deliver a side kick.

Tang San turned his head to dodge, and was about to reach out to grab Xiao Wu's leg when he saw out of the corner of his eye that Xiao Wu had extended her finger to him.

He quickly activated Ghostly Shadow Steps to dodge Xiao Wu's moonlight rays, while simultaneously searching for an opportunity to counterattack.

Chen Feng, watching the two figures going back and forth, couldn't help but grin.

Goodness, these two are definitely cheating; how can an ordinary person possibly beat them?

The two were already very strong in hand-to-hand combat, but now Tang San has a constant supply of energy from his first spirit ring, and Xiao Wu has the ability to project her energy. It's truly a battle of gods.

As for Chen Feng, that little Karami, he could only watch from the sidelines.

Chapter 32 Combat Training

The contest between Tang San and Xiao Wu ended in Tang San's victory.

Putting aside his martial arts skills, the recovery ability and "seed throwing" ability provided by his first spirit ring alone have already made him much more difficult to deal with.

If Tang San were to use his hidden weapon techniques on the "Seed Throwing" again, the threat level would skyrocket.

Xiao Wu was blasted into a humiliated state by the elusive Blue Silver Grass seeds and ultimately had no choice but to admit defeat.

"What kind of weird skill is this? It's so frustrating to fight like this!" Xiao Wu said unhappily.

Whenever she tried to get close to Tang San, a seed would appear out of nowhere and explode in her path, forcing her to retreat.

However, when Xiao Wu tried to keep her distance and use her moonlight rays to attack Tang San from a distance, Tang San's strange footwork made it impossible for her to hit him.

If you can't get close enough to fight, and you can't hit anything from a distance, then you have no choice but to admit defeat.

"Xiao San's fighting style is already quite mature in a certain sense. It's unbelievable that a support-type Soul Master can have such a level of control," the Grandmaster commented from the side.

He looked at Chen Feng, only to find the boy stroking his chin, seemingly deep in thought, and asked:

"Xiao Feng, what are you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking..." Chen Feng looked at Tang San and said slowly, "Little San, can the nature of the seeds you threw out be changed?"

"Change nature? What do you mean?" Tang San was puzzled.

"That is to say, enhance one of its characteristics to give it different functions, such as enhancing the flash it emits when it explodes, so that it can be used to distract others."

"Or perhaps you could make it contain more energy, so that it has a greater power when it explodes. Can you do that? If you can, you probably wouldn't just be a support-type Soul Master." Chen Feng explained his thoughts.

“I’m afraid… it’s quite difficult.” Tang San thought for a moment and said, “When these seeds are born, the sunlight energy inside them has already been allocated. It’s probably impossible to do what you’re talking about, at least not now.”

"Alright, even if you can't do it, you're already troublesome enough as you are now," Chen Feng said with a hint of regret.

He even thought Tang San could use this opportunity to change jobs and become an ammunition expert.

Flashbangs, freeze grenades, explosive grenades, and electrocution grenades—just throw out a whole bunch of them when facing the enemy. Isn't that satisfying to watch?

Unfortunately, it seems this outlandish idea will not be realized.

"Speaking of which, Xiao San, what's your relationship with these seeds?" Chen Feng suddenly remembered another question, "Aren't they your sons?"

"Son, son?" Tang San was stunned.

He's only six years old, where did he get a son?

Tang Hao, who was secretly observing from somewhere, twitched his lips, looking speechless.

“Yes, these seeds are essentially born from you, so aren’t they your sons?” Chen Feng retorted.

Honestly, he felt that Tang San's first soul skill was exactly like the skill of a hero in a game from his previous life.

That skill has a nickname: throwing your son.

"Pfft~ Little San, you have a son now, hahaha, you have so many sons." Upon hearing Chen Feng's words, Xiao Wu burst into laughter.

Tang San blushed and argued:

"These things can't be considered my sons, but can the matter of martial spirits be considered my sons?"

Then came some incomprehensible words, such as "A martial spirit is a martial spirit, and he is him" and "The son of a martial spirit is not his son," which made the three of them laugh, and the forest was filled with a joyful atmosphere.

"Alright, alright, stop fooling around, let's continue the competition." After laughing for a while, the master began to smooth things over.

"Xiao Feng, it's your turn." Tang San looked at Chen Feng with a sinister gaze, clearly harboring ill intentions.

Chen Feng's laughter abruptly stopped. He swallowed hard and forced himself to step forward.

"Um, go easy on me."

"hehe."

Tang San sneered and immediately unleashed a three-hit combo.

Throw seeds x3.

Seeing the three seeds flying towards him, blocking the three directions in front, left, and right, Chen Feng raised his Tai Chi Bagua Sword and knocked away the seed on the left with a snap. Then he dodged the remaining two seeds with a leap to the left.

As soon as Chen Feng stood up, he saw three more seeds flying over.

"What the heck, you're a Peashooter?" He continued to dodge awkwardly.

Fortunately, Tang San showed mercy and did not use any hidden weapon techniques to throw the Blue Silver Grass seeds, which allowed Chen Feng to clearly judge the flight trajectory of the seeds and take evasive action.

"The mistress let me off easy," Xiao Wu muttered unhappily.

Tang San didn't hold back when dealing with such a cute little girl like her, but he did hold back when dealing with Chen Feng, which made Xiao Wu feel quite unbalanced.

Hearing her mutterings, the master beside her explained:

"That's because under the same conditions in the early stages, Beast Soul Masters are stronger than Weapon Soul Masters. If Xiao San didn't use that special technique, he probably wouldn't be your match, not to mention that you seem to have combat experience."

“Xiao Feng is different. I can tell he doesn’t have much of a foundation, so Xiao San didn’t use his full strength. Otherwise, this fight would have been over in a few seconds and wouldn’t have served any purpose as practice.”

Just as the master said, Tang San was indeed sparring with Chen Feng. He knew very well that his childhood friend's skills were only at the level of an ordinary person.

Therefore, he did not use his full strength, but was instead training Chen Feng's reaction speed and agility.

Tang San had even decided in his heart to pass on the martial arts from the Xuan Tian Bao Lu to Chen Feng.

This idea wasn't new; Tang San had been considering it ever since Chen Feng explained the matter of martial souls to him.

When he obtained his first spirit ring and his martial spirit showed signs of awakening, he already planned to give the Xuan Tian Treasure Record to Chen Feng as a token of his gratitude.

However, at that time he was still outside, surrounded by many people and distractions, and Tang San needed time to memorize the Xuan Tian Bao Lu, so it was delayed until now.

Chen Feng also sensed that Tang San was training him, so he activated his first soul skill, adding some weight to his sword to train his strength.

In addition, he consciously practiced his dodging ability and tried to use his sword to knock away the Blue Silver Grass seeds more often.

That's difficult, since he's holding a sword, not a badminton racket.

The Tai Chi Bagua Sword is not a large, heavy sword; the blade is only about three centimeters wide, so it often misses its mark.

The missed seeds exploded not far from the dust peak, leaving him somewhat covered in dust.

He continued practicing without saying a word until he was exhausted and tripped over a hole in the ground, falling to the ground. Only then did he gasp for breath and withdraw his martial spirit.

Chapter 33 The Old Silver Coin Master

"Are you alright, Xiao Feng?" Tang San stepped forward and asked.

"It's alright, thank you, Xiao San." Chen Feng sat up and casually stuffed the jade pendant that had fallen out when he fell back into his hand.

"It's nothing. Do you need to continue practicing like this in the future?" Tang San reached out and pulled Chen Feng up to ask.

"Of course, I chose status-based soul skills, so my only means of attack is combat techniques," Chen Feng said.

"Then I'll train with you from now on."

"Row."

At this moment, the master walked over. His gaze lingered for a second on Chen Feng's neck, where the jade pendant hung, before settling on Chen Feng's face, and he asked:

"Xiao Feng, won't your first soul skill change the appearance of your sword?"

"No, is there a problem, Master?" Chen Feng asked, somewhat puzzled.

“If that’s the case, then I have some thoughts on your first soul skill,” the master said, stroking his chin.

"Please go ahead," Chen Feng said, showing some interest.

The master first asked a question: "What do you think your opponent would feel if someone's attacks were sometimes light and sometimes heavy during a fight? Especially when there was no warning about the change in intensity."

Tang San thought for a moment, "Then it will definitely be a very painful fight."

“That’s right, the enemy will definitely feel very uncomfortable.” The master smiled slightly. “When he thinks the attack is heavy and tries to dodge, it is actually very light. When he thinks the attack is light and tries to defend, he has to endure a huge force. In this way, the enemy will probably have a hard time exerting his full strength.”