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

If it were Tang San who came out of the City of Slaughter later, then he would most likely be beyond saving.

In fact, Chen Feng strongly suspects that the experience in the Slaughter City probably played a large part in why Tang Shenwang later became more abstract.

After deciding on the basic policy of influencing Tang San with his thoughts, Chen Feng began to think about specific methods to guide Tang San.

As Jung famously said, hope and lofty ideals can shape the personality of an adult.

Although Chen Feng has lofty ideals, he's still just a kid, so his words won't have much effect.

But hope is different.

Did Tang San have hope at this time in the original novel?

Yes, it exists, but it's not strong.

It's easy to understand. In his previous life, Tang San had already completed the Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus, so he had completed his goal and transmigrated, leaving him with no lingering attachments.

If it were a normal person, they would start to consider embracing a new life at this point.

However, after Tang San transmigrated, apart from Elder Jack, who occasionally showed concern for him out of duty and pity, there was not much social interaction in the village.

His father, Tang Hao, didn't care about him, and the other children in the village didn't really respect him either, because his family was too poor.

Humans are social animals, and prolonged lack of love and social interaction can drive people crazy or cause them to become withdrawn.

Even a homebody needs internet access.

Without love, internet, or social interaction, over time, one can only either go crazy in silence or become withdrawn in silence.

Tang San, having focused on researching the Buddha's Wrath Lotus in his previous life, clearly had little social life.

In other words, he has been lonely and loveless for more than 30 years. How can he still have hope for life?

Therefore, Tang San in the original novel could only focus on cultivating the Tang Sect's martial arts techniques.

Even when he encountered a bottleneck in his cultivation, he kept cultivating because he had no idea what to do and was filled with confusion about life.

As an adult, I've been in this new world for six years without ever thinking about understanding it, or caring about what kind of place I've come to—whether it's dangerous or safe, peaceful or turbulent.

This is obviously a big problem.

Chapter 3 The Mystery of My Origins

According to the original novel, Tang San didn't learn about the concept of the Awakening Ritual until he was six years old and about to awaken.

Prior to this, he had shown almost no desire to explore the new world he had come into.

Is this good? No, it's not.

This is clearly a sign of social withdrawal.

You should know that the Spirit Hall sends people to Holy Soul Village every year to hold an awakening ceremony.

In other words, from a psychological perspective, Tang San in the original novel had already entered a state of autism at this time due to prolonged lack of love and loneliness.

That's why when he later met Xiao Wu and the master, he clung to them like they were his lifeline.

Fortunately, neither of them were CPU experts, otherwise Tang San would definitely have been turned into a loyal lapdog by KFC.

It's enough to bring tears to my eyes.

In conclusion, after conducting a psychological analysis of Tang San, Chen Feng determined his strategy for dealing with Tang San.

That is to alleviate Tang San's loneliness through communication, and to reduce his symptoms of lack of love by showing him some care.

In practice, he would frequently visit Tang San to play, and Chen Feng didn't care even though Tang San was initially indifferent to him.

He acted like a clueless idiot who couldn't read the room, telling Tang San all sorts of stories he'd heard in his past life.

Humanistic ideas from ancient and modern times, both Chinese and foreign, are hidden in the story and brought to the world little by little by Chen Feng.

Tang San was initially rather indifferent, but gradually he became attracted by those interesting stories.

He seemed to see a vibrant and colorful real world in it, and began to be moved by the characters in the story.

He would feel sorry for the little match girl; he would be moved by the friendship between Guan Zhong and Bao Shuya; he would cheer for Hou Yi's act of shooting down the sun to protect ordinary people; and he would yearn for the beautiful love stories in Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio.

During his interactions with Chen Feng, Tang San's cold and aloof exterior gradually melted away, and he slowly became more cheerful.

In Chen Feng's eyes, he now seems more like a chivalrous knight-errant than an assassin.

......

"Tuk Tuk Tuk!"

There was a knock on Chen Feng's door, and Old Jack's voice came from outside.

"Xiao Feng, are you alright?"

"I'm fine, Grandpa." Having made some initial plans for the future and no longer feeling so lost, Chen Feng opened the door and went out.

“You haven’t said a word since you awakened your martial soul. Xiao San noticed something was off about you. He told me to go to our usual spot tomorrow morning. He wants to have a serious talk with you.” Old Jack looked at Chen Feng’s expression but didn’t see anything wrong.

"I understand, Grandpa. I'll go find Xiao San tomorrow morning," Chen Feng nodded and said.

He really needed to talk to Tang San; he needed to find out if Tang San's attitude would change after his martial soul awakened.

If nothing changes, that's fine; if something does change, Chen Feng needs to make plans early.

"Xiao Feng, I just heard from the Soul Master that he invited you to join the Spirit Hall, is that right?" Old Jack asked.

“Yes, Brother Su said that, but I haven’t decided yet,” Chen Feng nodded and said.

After the awakening ceremony, Su Yuntao extended an invitation to him and Tang San, but he managed to dodge it with a delaying tactic.

"What do you think?" Old Jack asked, sitting down on a stool nearby.

"I... am not considering joining the Spirit Hall for the time being," Chen Feng said after thinking for a while.

"Why?" Old Jack asked, puzzled. "Don't you like reading? The Spirit Hall has such a rich collection of books, and you can even receive instruction from a Spirit Master."

Because Chen Feng didn't want to give up the experimental material he had painstakingly cultivated. He had invested two or three years of effort and had already incurred sunk costs. How could he easily leave Tang San aside and go to the Spirit Hall by himself?

Moreover, Chen Feng needs Tang San's blood, which will help him repair his spirit after it evolves into the Blue Silver Emperor, making it even more impossible for him to leave.

Tang San could not possibly join the Spirit Hall. Even if he wanted to, Tang Hao would not be able to.

In addition, the factions within the Spirit Hall are very complex. On the surface, there are two major factions: Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu. And there are countless others operating in secret.

The Papal Palace and the Papal Palace appear to be on good terms and in harmony, but there are countless factions within the Papal Palace, and who knows what kind of undercurrents are swirling inside?

In addition, Bibi Dong's mental state is also a major problem.

Tang San has never been to the City of Slaughter yet, and even after several years of guidance from Chen Feng, he dares not say he is completely confident in correcting Tang San's ways.

Bibi Dong not only finished conquering the City of Slaughter, but she had even begun the Divine Trial, inheriting the divine position of the God of Evil Thoughts.

Who knows what she encountered in the City of Slaughter, and how her mindset changed? What kind of changes will the God of Evil's test bring to her?

If Bibi Dong were a kind-hearted and determined person like Captain America, then Chen Feng would be willing to believe that she could control evil thoughts.

However, according to the original work, she was controlled by evil thoughts instead.

It's basically a case of being terminally ill and beyond saving.

How can you conduct research under such a crazy woman?

Just look at her crazy actions later on, like the Soul Hunting Operation, the massacre of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, and the pursuit of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan. Are you the Soul Emperor?

These series of questionable actions are simply pushing all forces towards the opposing side.

Even the Qin state knew to befriend distant states while attacking nearby ones, and Hu Zi knew to seek allies. Does Bibi Dong have any diplomatic strategy?

In Chen Feng's view, the Spirit Hall's failure can largely be attributed to its flawed diplomatic strategy.

Or perhaps there was no diplomatic strategy at all.

Bibi Dong, that crazy woman, pushed everyone to the opposite side, so her defeat was predictable.

As a destined loser, Chen Feng had no reason to join the fray.

He saw himself as having only two paths: either join a faction with a simpler structure, or build his own.

However, there was no need to tell Old Jack these things. Chen Feng didn't want the old man to know these complicated matters; knowing too much meant danger.

So he just smiled and said:

"It's because I can't bear to leave you here, Grandpa. How could I leave you here alone while I go to Wuhun City?"

"You little rascal, you're just trying to flatter your grandpa. I'm perfectly healthy, I don't need you to take care of me."

As he spoke, old Jack sighed again:

"Sigh, if you don't want to go, then don't go. I know you must have your reasons. You've been smart since you were little, and you're bound to do great things in the future. I just hope you can protect yourself, try not to do anything dangerous, and live a good life."

"Yes, I understand, Grandpa," Chen Feng nodded solemnly.

"Also, there's something else I need to tell you." Old Jack's voice suddenly became somewhat low.

"what's up?"

"Actually, I'm not your biological grandfather. I found you while hunting," Old Jack said in a somewhat heavy voice.

Chapter 4 Conversation and Probing

I know, so what?

Looking at the somber-faced old Jack, Chen Feng blinked, somewhat puzzled as to why the old Jack was so serious.

As a time traveler, he had long known that he and Old Jack were not related by blood and that he was most likely adopted.

But what does it matter?

In Chen Feng's view, the kindness of raising someone is greater than the kindness of giving birth.

If you give birth but don't raise your child, you can repay with a severed finger; but if you don't give birth but raise your child, you can never repay with a hundred generations of kindness. Of course, this does not include children obtained through child trafficking.

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

“I’ve always treated you like my own grandson, but there’s something I can’t hide from you. When I found you, I actually discovered something else on you.”

Old Jack took out a cloth bag from his pocket, and slowly opened it. Inside, Chen Feng saw a sword-shaped jade pendant with a small character "Chen" engraved on it.

"This must have been left to you by your family. I haven't decided when to give it to you, but now that you're about to become a Soul Master, I'll return it to you."

Chen Feng stared blankly at the jade pendant, unsure of what to say.

No, what kind of outdated novel setting is this? The jade pendant and the orphan trope has been used to death, okay?

Is there some lewd man watching everything I've experienced right now, and then writing it into a novel to sell for money?

No way, really?

"What's wrong, Xiao Feng?" Old Jack asked, puzzled when he saw Chen Feng staring blankly.

"...It's nothing." Chen Feng took the jade pendant, then looked at Old Jack and said seriously:

"No matter what, you are still my grandfather, and that will never change."

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

......

The next morning.

On a small hill adjacent to Holy Soul 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, a child dressed in gray linen clothes and with an ordinary appearance sat on a large rock, staring intently at the first hint of dawn in the east.

The two children were doing their own things, one active and one still, creating a unique and harmonious atmosphere.

After a while, as the first light of dawn in the east was covered by the rising sun, the boy in gray closed his eyes and let out a long breath.

Meanwhile, the Dust Edge Sword Style practice, which was not far away, was also coming to an end, concluding today's training.

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

Previously, Chen Feng used a wooden stick to practice his swordsmanship. It was a wooden stick that he had finally found, with just the right thickness and length, and that was perfectly straight.

He loved that wooden stick dearly, regarding it as his "perfect sword," and used it for several years.

Even now that he has a martial spirit, he hasn't thrown away this wooden stick and plans to keep it forever.

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