Douluo: What the hell is the academic master development system?

Chapter 397 Tang Wutong's Memories
After dinner, Chen Ping made sure the two girls had a place to stay before returning to his dormitory and opening the Gate of the Dead.

At this moment, Ji Juechen lay dead not far away, on a mahjong table on the mountain of bones. He seemed to be floating on air, with a happy smile on his face, as if he had no interest in any of the temptations of the world.

Chen Ping summoned Snake and, after asking around, learned that Ji Juechen had fought a full thirty battles during the entire day. If he hadn't insisted on testing whether the Ice Dragon's slap or his sword was more powerful and hadn't been slapped to the ground by the Ice Dragon, he probably could have fought all night long.

For Ji Juechen, the undead demiplane was truly his own paradise. As long as he wanted to fight, there would always be a battle to be fought. Moreover, there were all kinds of undead with various weapons, spells, and attributes that could take turns attacking him, making it impossible for him to fight them all.

At this moment, Ji Juechen was probably in a similar state to a burly young man on Earth who suddenly found a special website that was permanently free, had incredibly fast internet speeds, and offered 4K high-definition content. Once he clicked in, he was overwhelmed by the choices, feeling that every single one was good and he wanted to watch them all.

Well, after a whole day of playing mahjong, I've entered a state of sagehood. Even though there are plenty of opponents nearby, I just don't want to move. I'm just lying on the mahjong table, savoring the experience of the entire day.

"Hey"

Chen Ping smacked his lips, looked at Ji Juechen whose eyes were still glazed over, and sighed.

He had advised Ji Juechen against this, and now that the soul agreement had been signed, he couldn't bear to let such a future great swordsman escape.

Among his current team, Professor Mo Fang is the most capable fighter, but he is a research-oriented talent, so Chen Ping naturally wouldn't let him get involved in a fight.

Apart from that, excluding the undead in the undead demiplane, Chen Ping's strongest subordinate is Ji Juechen, no one else.

This is also why Chen Ping repeatedly strengthened Ji Juechen's martial soul and had Xue Di practice moves on him.

Who could resist having an incredibly skilled swordsman under their command? In other places, that would be synonymous with fighting opponents of a higher level.

After checking Ji Juechen's condition and confirming that there were no other problems, Chen Ping passed him and headed towards Electrolux's location.

Electrolux is not picky about the research environment; in fact, his requirements are even lower than Mo Fang's.

For archmages like Electrox, a stack of scrap paper and a pen are basically their core equipment for conducting research.

If anything else needs to be added, it would simply be a sturdy, flat table and various stationery items.

Of course, if it were other mages, in addition to the things mentioned above, they would probably also need to build themselves a mage tower to ensure that no villains would dare to disturb them while they were doing their research.

But it's clear that for the current Elder Yi, the Undead Demiplane is a kind of mage tower in a sense. As long as he can ensure that he is not disturbed at will, it doesn't matter whether the mage tower exists or not.

As Chen Ping approached, the undead creatures that had been gathered there immediately parted to make way for him, revealing a flat piece of land that had been artificially prepared in the center of the skeleton horde.

On that open space were a set of alloy tables and chairs, a large amount of forging equipment, several bookshelves, and a shelf displaying a considerable amount of rare metals.

At the alloy table in front of him, Electrolux sensed Chen Ping's arrival, but he continued to write furiously. For someone of Electrolux's stature, maintaining a proactive attitude towards research was something that made his soul feel exhilarated.

At this moment, the alloy table was covered with densely written records, exquisite magic array diagrams and magical runes, as well as numerous shadow god diagrams of soul beasts and martial souls, all recorded in great detail.

It's clear that Elder Yi still cares a great deal about the awakening of the martial spirit of undead creatures.

"Teacher, I'm here."

Chen Ping stopped a few steps away from Electrolux and spoke softly. Upon hearing this, Electrolux quickly sealed and put away his current research file, placing it on the bookshelf before looking up at Chen Ping. "Hmm, not bad, you've come at the right time. After more than two years of nurturing, reading Tang Wutong's soul fragments now won't damage her soul body."

After learning the whole story from Chen Ping and the elf, Electrolux was furious about what Tang San had done.

Even tigers don't eat their cubs, but humans are so cruel that one cannot bear to be close to them.

Tang San's act of cutting and turning his own daughter's soul around at will, a wicked act that even drew harsh criticism from Electrolux.

For this reason, Electrolux handled Tang Wutong's soul fragments very carefully before figuring out the specific details.

There's a cause for every grievance, and a debtor for every crime. Electrolux only needs the part of Tang Wutong's memories related to the divine realm; there's no need to vent his anger on Tang Wutong, who is only half a soul.

Electrolux waved his staff slightly, and a fragment of soul, which had been nurtured by Electrolux to the point of being almost unrecognizable, floated out, emitting a faint white light. Then, projections of memories began to appear in the fragment of soul before him.

Between the Heavenly Gates, mist rises and clouds roll and unfold. Soft light gently touches the clouds and mist, revealing an exceptionally moving sense of reality that dazzles the eyes.

The scene before them was naturally projected from Tang Wutong's memories, so if you looked closely, you could feel that the overall perspective was rather low, as if you were often swimming in the clouds.

The figure occasionally flashed before the majestic palace, and sometimes climbed through the misty forest, seemingly carefree.

It is:

Innocent and carefree, undisturbed, peaceful and carefree amidst the clouds and water.

Sitting quietly by the lotus pond, my sleeves are filled with fragrance; walking along the flower path at dawn, my clothes are damp with dew.

This scene didn't last long; the camera shifted slightly, and the person in the image seemed to be grabbed by the wrist by a man dressed in a magnificent blue robe and brought before the two of them.

Due to the height and angle of view, Chen Ping and Electrolux could not actually see the face of the man with long blue hair clearly, and it was even difficult to see his profile. However, they could still see a sigh of compassion on his face.

"Wu Tong, since you want to go down to the mortal realm so early, I will not stop you."

"But what's the use of clinging to your outward appearance when you're just a stinking old body?"

"On the Douluo Continent, there is an auspicious beast called the Auspicious Beast. However, it is extremely vicious and has a fondness for eating beast brains. It possesses the evil weapon, the Dragon Spear. It is precisely because of you that we need to descend to the mortal realm to subdue this demon, guide it towards goodness, and lead it to the right path."

"Your journey will only last for one or two decades, so don't let your father down."

At this point, the man in blue robes looked at the two men in front of him who were very respectful to him and said, "Tomorrow I will send Wu Tong down to the mortal realm and seal away all her memories. A foolish mortal will surely be born in this body. You two brothers should take good care of her, but you must not really treat her as Wu Tong."

"When Wu Tong's merits are complete, I will invite the Nine-Colored Goddess and the God of Food to recite the mantra of 'the dead go, the living stay' seven times. Wu Tong will awaken on its own. If you cause any trouble, I will not forgive you."

At this point, the voice of the blue-robed man in Tang Wutong's memory had become extremely cold.

The middle-aged man with long blue hair and another extremely burly middle-aged man in front of them were frightened, but dared not say anything, and simply nodded in agreement.

　Yesterday's discussion about the book title was quite heated, and the author has seen everyone's thoughts. Later, I'll collect other book titles from readers and discuss them again. Thank you all for your continued support.
　　
　
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