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

Chapter 7 The Art of Reincarnation

"If we really do manage to master the ability to resurrect in the future, I want to call this ability the Reincarnation Technique. What do you think, Xiao San?" Chen Feng said excitedly, sharing his vision.

Tang San looked at him strangely, not quite understanding why Chen Feng had already come up with a name before anything was even clear.

But he nodded anyway. "No problem."

"Left and Right" is just a name.

"Speaking of which, how do you plan to develop your martial soul?" Tang San asked curiously.

Once his own path became clear, he immediately began to care about his friend's problems.

"What else can a sword spirit do but run wildly down the path of aggressive attacks?" Chen Feng was as dejected as he had been earlier.

He couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the topic; as a biologist, he utterly despised his sword spirit.

In short, it can be described as "inorganic garbage devoid of any aesthetic appeal."

It's not as good as a biological martial soul.

But what could Chen Feng do? Of course, he had to forgive it.

……

In the time leading up to the start of the school term, Chen Feng borrowed information about soul beasts from the Spirit Hall in Notting City and began to study how to improve his "inorganic trash" spirit.

His Tai Chi Bagua sword can only use the Qian, Kan, and Gen trigrams now. If we talk about attributes, they are the three elements of metal, water, and earth.

Chen Feng would never add any fancy attack soul skills to his sword. In his view, all attack soul skills are just different ways of using energy, and are not worth consuming a soul ring slot.

What's truly worth attaching to a Martial Soul are status-based Soul Skills that align with a Soul Master's role, and functional Soul Skills that grant special abilities.

Based on this idea, Chen Feng gradually realized what kind of soul skill he needed.

……

The day for enrollment at the Notting City Junior Soul Master Academy was fast approaching.

Early that morning, Chen Feng and Tang San, led by Old Jack, set off for Notting City.

Upon arriving at the Notting City Junior Soul Master Academy, Chen Feng saw a young man guarding the gate from afar.

He immediately perked up, thinking to himself, "Is this the kind of slap in the face that I've been waiting for?"

Chen Feng, head held high and chest puffed out, walked impatiently toward the entrance of Notting Academy.

Upon reaching the door, the young man came over and stopped them.

What are you people doing?

Old Jack quickly spoke up, "Young man, we're from Holy Soul Village. These two children are students our village sent this year. What procedures do we need to complete?"

"Holy Soul Village?" The young man's previously arrogant expression changed. "Do you have proof?"

"Yes, yes, this is a certificate issued by a Soul Master from the Spirit Hall." Old Jack quickly took out the certificate and handed it over.

"It really is... Alright, you can go in now," the young man said after stepping aside.

Chen Feng was stunned.

No, isn't there something off about the rhythm?

Shouldn't you be looking down on us and mocking us, so I can then angrily shout, "It's better not to go to this academy! Fortune changes every thirty years, don't underestimate a young person's potential!"?

Then Chen Feng shakes Su Yuntao over, wouldn't that be a perfect process of showing off and slapping someone in the face?

Why aren't you playing by the rules? Did you take money from Old Jack?

"Come on, Xiao Feng, what are you standing there for?" Tang San walked into the school gate but found Chen Feng still standing there, and said strangely.

"Oh, I'm coming." Chen Feng glanced at the gatekeeper and quickly followed.

The young gatekeeper was puzzled by his gaze. He had originally intended to make things difficult for the three men so that these country bumpkins would show them some respect.

But since they're from Holy Soul Village, it's naturally not very interesting.

A while ago, Master Su Yuntao from the Spirit Hall made a special trip to the academy to ask the academy to add a work-study student quota for Holy Spirit Village this year, because Holy Spirit Village produced two geniuses with innate full spirit power this year.

If even a big shot from the Spirit Hall could get involved, how could a mere gatekeeper dare to provoke such a young man?

Following Old Jack, Chen Feng and his two companions found the Academic Affairs Office by asking for directions.

When Chen Feng learned from Director Su that because Master Su of the Spirit Hall had spoken, Holy Soul Village would have two spots this year, he finally understood why the gatekeeper had been so polite earlier.

He was somewhat touched; Lao Su was indeed an honest man, and his efforts in helping Lao Su pursue his girlfriend had not been in vain.

Although Lao Su caused him to lose a chance to show off and be humiliated, he was able to save on tuition fees.

Old Jack is getting on in years and it's not easy for him, so he tries to save as much as he can.

Of course, Chen Feng also knew that if he hadn't demonstrated his talent for innate full soul power plus sword martial soul, Su Yuntao wouldn't have been able to help him even if he wanted to.

Although he was very moved, it was still impossible for him to join the Spirit Hall.

Bibi Dong's Spirit Hall is a broken ship, and Chen Feng doesn't care about her long white legs, so naturally he has no interest in getting close to this broken ship.

After completing the enrollment procedures, Old Jack and Chen Feng parted ways.

Before leaving, he took a small bag from his pocket, handed it to Chen Feng, and said:

"Xiao Feng, this is the money I originally planned to use for your tuition and living expenses. Since Master Su has saved it for us, you can keep it all as your living expenses."

“Grandpa, if you do this, then this money will be wasted, and Master Su’s good intentions will be completely squandered.” Chen Feng pushed the wallet back into Old Jack’s arms. “Don’t worry, Grandpa, after I become a Soul Master, I can go to the Spirit Hall to receive a subsidy. I have a gold soul coin, which is enough for me. You can take the money back.”

"Well... sigh, Grandpa can't help you much, I just want you to have a better life." Old Jack still insisted on giving the money to Chen Feng.

But Chen Feng smiled and took two steps back, saying, "Grandpa, taking good care of your health is the greatest help you can give me. Take this money back to improve your life. Maybe I'll send money back to you in the future."

After much persuasion, Chen Feng finally managed to convince Old Jack to go back.

Tang San watched quietly from the side, his eyes filled with deep envy.

Chen Feng noticed this, and he put his arm around Tang San's shoulder, saying:

"Let's go, mistress, let's start this great undertaking."

"Alright." The envy in Tang San's eyes vanished, and a smile spread across his face. "For a great cause!"

At this moment, the passion he had felt in his past life when he was researching the Buddha's Wrath Lotus was rekindled in his heart.

Resurrection—no, it should be called the Reincarnation Technique—will become his new target after the Buddha's Wrath Lotus.

Tang San made a vow in his heart that he would work with Xiao Feng to achieve this goal, bring his mother back from the brink of death, and reunite their family.

Chapter 8 First Encounter with the Old Rabbit

Upon arriving at Dormitory 7 for work-study students, Chen Feng and his companion pushed open the door and entered.

This is a spacious room, nearly 300 square meters in size, with a total of 50 beds. However, there are only beds; only 11 of them have bedding. At this moment, seven or eight children aged between eight and twelve are making a ruckus inside.

"Tsk, what a dormitory-style room," Chen Feng muttered with some disdain.

"It's free, so don't complain." Tang San went in first, followed by Chen Feng.

"Are you two new work-study students?" An older, burly boy walked over.

"What are your names? What are your martial spirits?"

"My name is Chen Feng, my martial soul is a sword, and my innate soul power is level 10. This is my friend Tang San, who also has full innate soul power. May I ask what advice you have for me?" Chen Feng spoke first.

It's somewhat interesting to slap adults in the face, but it's not interesting to bully children. So before Tang San could speak, he laid out the situation of the two of them, but concealed Tang San's martial soul.

As expected, upon hearing that there were two people with innate full soul power in front of him, Wang Sheng immediately backed down.

"I dare not offer any advice, but I just want to tell you that we work-study students have always been looked down upon by other students. If we don't want to be bullied, we must unite. The strongest person among the work-study students is our leader."

"Both of you are born with full soul power, would you like to be our boss?"

"If anyone bullies you, I can protect you, but I'd rather not be the boss." Tang San had no interest in being the boss. He carried his school uniform to an empty bed. "Don't we have bedding?"

“We are all work-study students, and our tuition has already been waived. Why would we be exempt from providing bedding? Why don’t you use mine?” one of the students said.

"It's alright, Xiao San. The bedding I brought is quite large, you can share it with me. After we get our first spirit ring, we can go to the Spirit Hall to collect our subsidy, which includes a gold spirit coin." Chen Feng put his luggage on a bed and then dragged Tang San's bed over.

"The beds are quite big when put together, so you can sleep anywhere without any problem."

"Alright, let's get the spirit ring as soon as possible." Tang San nodded and started making the bed.

Chen Feng suddenly became interested. He picked up the bedding, recalled the teachings he received when he was a conscript in his previous life, and carefully folded the quilt into a neat square.

"You two really don't want to be the boss?" Wang Sheng asked, watching the two men making the bed with longing eyes.

Chen Feng and Tang San shook their heads; they both felt that this matter was meaningless.

At this time, someone who thought being the boss was interesting arrived.

"Excuse me, is this Dormitory 7?" a clear voice came from the doorway.

Chen Feng turned around and saw a pretty little girl standing at the door. Scratch that, she was an old rabbit.

The students in the dormitory were all boys, and when they suddenly saw such a beautiful little girl appear, they were all dumbfounded.

Tang San couldn't help but whisper to Wang Sheng, "Can men and women stay together here?"

Wang Sheng nodded, also lowering his voice, and said, "Everyone is still a child, and the school doesn't separate dormitories by gender. It's said that they only separate them at the intermediate Soul Master Academy."

"This is really strange. Last year there wasn't a single work-study student, but this year three have come right away. What's going on?"

Wang Sheng was still somewhat confused, but Chen Feng had already spoken:

"Excuse me, what's your name? Are you also a work-study student?"

"Yes, I'm also a work-study student. My name is Xiao Wu, the 'Wu' in 'dancing'." Xiao Wu smiled sweetly.

Tsk, what a killer of older men. It's no wonder Bu Le ended up like that, Chen Feng muttered to himself, then continued to ask:

"My name is Chen Feng, and this is Tang San. What is your innate soul power?"

He didn't ask what a martial soul was, because he knew Xiao Wu definitely wouldn't tell the truth.

Innate soul power is different; there's no lie about that.

"I have innate full soul power." Xiao Wu's words immediately caused a huge uproar in the Seventh Dormitory, like a boulder thrown into water.

"Another one with innate full soul power? Three work-study students came this year, and they all have innate full soul power?" The other students discussed among themselves.

Xiao Wu heard their discussion, her gaze swept across everyone's faces, and finally settled on Chen Feng and Tang San.

"Are you two also born with full soul power?" she asked curiously.

"Oh? Why don't you think it's someone else?" Chen Feng asked with a smile.

"Because of the school uniform." Xiao Wu pointed to Chen Feng and Tang San. "They said there are three new work-study students this year, all of whom have innate full soul power, and the only three of us here are not wearing school uniforms."

"What if we just changed out of our school uniforms?" Chen Feng asked.

"Then I guess I was wrong," Xiao Wu said nonchalantly.

She walked in, her gaze sweeping over the beds in the dormitory before finally settling on the double bed that Chen Feng had just made.

The double bed was spotless, the blankets were folded into neat squares, and the sheets were clean, a stark contrast to the messy and worn-out beds of the other people.

Xiao Wu's eyes lit up immediately. "Um, I didn't bring any bedding, could you...?"

"No, men and women shouldn't touch each other." Chen Feng ruthlessly rejected the old rabbit's request.

"But I'm afraid of the cold. If I don't have blankets, I'll freeze to death at night, sob sob sob..." Xiao Wu's eyes were filled with tears, her little mouth pursed, and she cried with a wronged expression.

Wow! She just started crying like that? This old rabbit is something else! Chen Feng was dumbfounded.

The other children in Dormitory 7 had never experienced anything like this before, and they immediately rushed to offer up their bedding.

"Use my bedding, Xiaowu." "I have some too." "Use mine, though."

Xiao Wu glanced at Chen Feng and Tang San's neat double bed, then at the other students' somewhat tattered bedding, a hint of disdain in her eyes.

She looked at Chen Feng again, but Chen Feng's face was cold and hard, showing the demeanor of a Sigma boy.

So she could only look at Tang San pitifully, thinking that this boy might be easier to talk to.

Tang San was indeed softened by Xiao Wu's gaze, but the bedding on the bed wasn't originally his; it was borrowed from Chen Feng, and he couldn't use Chen Feng's things to do a favor.

After thinking for a moment, Tang San said to Xiao Wu: