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

"I don't really understand what's being said. I only know that if you awaken this Black Sword Martial Soul, you need to be careful. But when you awakened your Martial Soul, I asked Master Su and found out that your Martial Soul wasn't this Black Sword, so I didn't tell you about it."

"Has this... caused you any trouble?"

Chen Feng put away the letter in his hand, and seeing that Old Jack looked a little uneasy, he smiled and said:

"Don't worry, Grandpa, there's no trouble at all. That Black Sword Martial Soul thing has nothing to do with me."

"Oh, that's good." Old Jack nodded in relief.

Chen Feng picked up his chopsticks and silently began to eat.

He learned two things from the letter.

Firstly, the person who abandoned him must have been a blood relative, and they are likely in grave danger, possibly controlled by the demonic sword like Chen Yang. Otherwise, they wouldn't have abandoned him and left such a letter.

Secondly, the way the Chen family of his lineage should deal with the Demon Sword should be to minimize killing, especially to avoid killing people.

Because soul beasts generally have simple minds, even if they devour souls, the impact is relatively small, but it's not without its consequences. Devouring too many souls might cause problems.

Human thought is complex, and if a demon swordsman were to devour a human soul, it could easily drive the swordsman insane.

This reminded Chen Feng of the "Spirit Binding and Commanding" technique from a comic book in his previous life. Normal Spirit Binding and Commanding does not affect the mind; it is equivalent to an ordinary Soul Master using a Soul Ring to contain the soul of a Soul Beast.

However, there is another technique called "summoning spirits" in "binding spirits and commanding generals". Although this technique is powerful, judging from that comic work, it is probably quite harmful to people.

The same applies to the Demon Sword; if it doesn't devour souls, it becomes a normal martial soul.

Once the process of devouring souls begins, while it grants powerful cultivation, it also drives people insane and madness, a state that deepens with each passing moment, much like someone taking some kind of drug.

So it seems that this Demon Sword Martial Soul isn't dangerous at all; as long as you can control yourself, you'll be fine.

But the problem is, how many people can actually control their desires?

Most people would find it difficult to resist the urge to apply glue.

Moreover, it's uncertain whether this soul-devouring ability is a passive skill.

If it's a passive skill, it means that every time you kill, including the soul beasts that you have to kill to obtain a soul ring, the demon sword will devour your soul.

You can tolerate having sex once, but can you tolerate having sex four or five times?

Judging from the situation of Chenfeng's lineage, it is clearly difficult to tolerate.

This means that Chen Feng should be more cautious about the Yin Sword, and the best option is to give it up and instead look for a way to awaken the Yang Sword.

Chen Feng believes that the Yang Sword may have appeared because of his time travel, or even that his ancestors in his previous life were truly protecting him.

It was the appearance of the Yang Sword that enabled it to contend with the Demon Sword and ultimately achieve a balance, thus forming the Tai Chi Bagua Sword as it is today.

However, this confrontation also caused great damage, resulting in the destruction of the Bagua diagram of the Taiji Bagua Sword and the yin and yang poles falling into a slumber.

Chen Feng felt that this guess was fairly plausible, at least for now there seemed to be no logical problems.

As for how the Yang Sword needs to be awakened, Chen Feng guessed, based on the two people who triggered the Yin Sword's senses, that it should require the blood of a Soul Master with an extremely Yang-type Martial Soul.

For example, a Light-type Soul Master.

When it comes to light, Chen Feng can't help but think of "golden liquid".

Chapter 67 First Encounter with Ning Rongrong

Bah, what golden liquid!

Chen Feng snapped out of his reverie of the 3D fan-made animation he had seen in his previous life and turned his attention back to business.

If the Yang Sword requires the blood of a Light-type Soul Master, then Qian Renxue is undoubtedly the most suitable choice.

The key problem is that her blood is hard to obtain, especially when the other party is disguised as Xue Qinghe. It is difficult for Chen Feng to find a reasonable reason to get his hands on her blood.

"Sigh, neither of these special forms is easy to handle," Chen Feng sighed silently in his heart.

The Yin Sword has clues to awakening, but it's very dangerous; it could easily backfire.

Yang Jian has yet to find a single clue and can only rely on guesswork.

Well, let's take it one step at a time. Let's solve the problem of the martial soul itself first, and put the special form aside for now... Chen Feng made a decision in his heart.

......

After staying at home for two days, giving the tonics he bought to Old Jack, and leaving some money, Chen Feng planned to set off for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

"By the way, do you two want to come with me to that place?" Chen Feng asked Tang San and Xiao Wu.

"No!" Xiao Wu shook her head vigorously; she didn't want to go and die.

"I need to stay home to take care of my father," Tang San said, declining the invitation.

"Alright, see you when school starts then." Chen Feng waved goodbye to his two friends and embarked on his journey to the sect.

Because he was secretly protected along the way, Chen Feng arrived at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School without any incident.

As he looked at the buildings that covered the entire mountainside, eight words involuntarily popped into his mind.

Magnificent and imposing.

As expected of the wealthiest sect on the entire continent during the Douyi era, they are truly extraordinary.

Seeing Chen Feng standing in front of the mountain gate gazing at the sect's buildings, the young guard at the gate asked loudly:

"What are you doing here? If you are a visitor, please register in the reception room over there."

Chen Feng withdrew his gaze, took out a token engraved with a sword pattern from his ring, and asked with a smile:

"May I come in? I'm not a visitor."

"Seven Killings Token? How do you have this?" The young man stared wide-eyed at the token, but he quickly came to his senses and hurriedly made way for him.

"Of course, please come in."

Chen Feng walked into the mountain gate, and before he had taken two steps, a middle-aged man quietly came to his side.

"Young Master Feng, please allow me to show you the way."

"Thank you for your trouble." Chen Feng nodded, then looked the middle-aged man over and asked:

Have I seen you before?

The middle-aged man smiled and took out a fake beard to cover the lower half of his face, then took out a pair of sunglasses and put them on, instantly changing his appearance.

"So it was you." Chen Feng suddenly realized.

This middle-aged man is the owner of the newly opened jewelry store in Notting City. Chen Feng has always called him Old Meng. Now it seems that he was also arranged by Ning Fengzhi to protect him.

"Young Master Feng has good eyesight; he actually recognized me," the middle-aged man praised with a smile.

"It just feels somewhat familiar, but I wouldn't say I recognize it," Chen Feng replied with a smile.

The two exchanged pleasantries as they arrived at the council hall. Old Meng bowed slightly and said:

"Young Master Feng, the Sect Master is inside. I shall take my leave now."

"Thank you for showing me the way. I'll treat you to a meal after we return to Nottingham City." Chen Feng clasped his hands in response. "Also, thank you for protecting me during this time."

Old Meng paused for a moment, then smiled and said:

"Young Master Feng, you're too kind. It's just my duty."

Old Meng turned and left. Chen Feng walked into the council hall and saw Ning Fengzhi sitting in the main seat, drinking tea and reading the newspaper.

"How leisurely," Chen Feng thought to himself, then said aloud:

"Uncle Ning, I'm back."

"You're back, Xiao Feng." Ning Fengzhi put down his newspaper, stood up, and walked over to Chen Feng, looking him over.

"Not bad, he's grown quite a bit taller and is a handsome young man now. I wonder which girl he'll end up with."

Chen Feng smiled helplessly, "Uncle Ning, please stop teasing me."

He's not even fully grown yet, isn't it a bit premature to talk about this?

"Haha, just kidding." Ning Fengzhi patted Chen Feng's head and said with a smile:

“I was originally planning to keep you here for a chat, but Uncle Jian has been asking why you haven’t come back yet these past few days. If I keep you here any longer, Uncle Jian might come over and kill you. You should go see your master first.”

He waved his hand to the side, and a servant came over.

"Take Xiao Feng to Sword Douluo's place."

"Yes," the servant replied.

"Well, I'll go find my master now. Goodbye, Uncle Ning." Chen Feng clasped his hands in farewell and then walked out of the main hall.

Just as Chen Feng reached the door, he saw a little girl rushing towards him with her head down, bumping into him with a thud.

Chen Feng remained unmoved; after all, he had practiced standing meditation for a year, and the little girl's impact wasn't particularly strong.

But the little girl took two steps back and sat down on the ground with a thud.

"Ouch...it hurts!" the little girl said, clutching her head.

Is this some kind of staged accident? Chen Feng had some doubts.

He took two steps back discreetly to avoid being extorted.

"Are you... alright?"

Ning Rongrong saw stars and it took her a while to recover. She angrily put her hand down and glared at Chen Feng.

"Good my foot! Do I look like I'm doing well?"

A servant helped her up, and she looked Chen Feng over for a moment before asking in confusion:

"Who are you? I've never seen you before."

"Uh, I'm new here," Chen Feng said with a smile.

"Oh, someone who just joined the sect?"

"Yes...that's right."

Ning Rongrong nodded and said in a condescending tone:

"No wonder you dared to bump into me. Since you're new here, I won't punish you too severely. You can just stand in that corner for an hour."

"...It seems like you bumped into it yourself, didn't you?" Chen Feng said helplessly.

He had already guessed who this little girl was. The only person who could barge into the council hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School like this was Ning Rongrong.

"Did I hit him?" Ning Rongrong asked the servant beside her.

The servant looked troubled. If the young lady had bumped into someone else, he would definitely lie through his teeth and say that someone else had bumped into her.

But the servant overheard the sect leader's words and knows that Chen Feng is Sword Douluo's disciple. Neither side is easy to mess with.

Left with no other option, the servant could only lower his head and say:

"Please forgive me, young lady. It was I who knocked you down."

Ning Fengzhi had already walked over. He didn't say anything after hearing the servant's words, but just watched quietly.

Ning Rongrong was somewhat surprised that the servant took the initiative to take the blame, but she didn't think too much about it and said:

"Since you knocked me down, you'll be punished by standing in that corner for an hour."

This punishment was nothing to the servant, whose usual job was to stand aside and wait for orders.

Just as the servant was about to agree, Chen Feng spoke up:

"Sorry, he has to lead the way for me, he doesn't have time to stand in the corner as punishment, and there's no need for him to do so."

Chapter 68 You ate two bowls of noodles but only paid for one.

"What did you say?"

Ning Rongrong's eyes widened. Apart from her father, this was the first time she had ever encountered anyone who dared to go against her wishes.

Even Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone dote on her.

"You, say that again!" Ning Rongrong said angrily.

“I’m telling you, this gentleman doesn’t need to be punished by standing, because he didn’t do anything wrong. The problem lies with you. Do you understand?” Chen Feng said calmly.

He was actually a little unhappy because the conversation between Ning Rongrong and the servant just now reminded him of a classic line he had heard in a movie in his previous life.