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

Chapter 456 The Joyful Saw Man

Although stealing the divine energy was quite enjoyable, unfortunately, the space inside the Conferred God Platform was not infinite. After absorbing it for a short time, Chen Ping felt that the Conferred God Platform could hardly hold any more of the heaven and earth's energy.

After casually scattering a few gems on the Conferred God Platform and closing off the internal passages of the entire platform, Chen Ping put the platform away with a thought. He then pretended to be bewildered and stood in the sea of ​​clouds, waiting for Wang Dong, who had settled Huo Yuhao, to hurry down and find him trapped in the sea of ​​clouds.

"Hmph, I never thought that someone as capable as you, Chen Ping, would be helpless one day."

Wang Dong easily navigated the mountain ridge and followed the mountain path down the mountain. He found Chen Ping, who was trapped in the sea of ​​clouds and could not move forward or backward, without much effort.

Chen Ping did not refute. The reason he was able to see everything in the sea of ​​clouds so clearly and without any mistakes was purely because Elder Yi's divine sense helped him clear the way. Otherwise, he would really be blind in this sea of ​​clouds.

Fortunately, Chen Ping wasn't the only one who was blind to the truth. Even the mighty Da Ming and Er Ming were in the same boat.
“If you had come any slower, I would have had to take out my cane and use it as a guide cane to get there little by little.”

Chen Ping followed Wang Dong uphill for a while and joked, "Wang Dong, tell me honestly, when you were a kid, did you ever fall down in this sea of ​​clouds when you were going up and down the mountain? The density of your sea of ​​clouds is too strange. I almost fell to the ground just now, but I still couldn't see through the ground below the sea of ​​clouds."

"If you had fallen when you were a kid, you probably would have rolled all the way down the mountainside to the bottom."

Upon hearing this, Wang Dong snorted with a hint of pride: "Isn't it amazing? This is a spectacle that can only be found on the main peak of Haotian Peak. You can see for yourself if you go to other peaks; you won't find such a dense sea of ​​clouds on those peaks."

As for whether I ever fell while hiking as a child...

Wang Dong, acting as the guide, led Chen Ping up the mountain, saying, "If I remember correctly, I've actually fallen a few times before. Every time I fell, I couldn't find my way. I could only use my Martial Soul to float down the mountain. Once I got out of the sea of ​​clouds, I was fine."

"But before my martial spirit awakened."

At this point, Wang Dong suddenly clutched his head in pain: "Wait, I... before my martial soul awakened, I don't remember ever falling down."

As she spoke, Wang Dong suddenly looked distressed, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on her fair forehead within a few breaths. Judging from Wang Dong's actions, she was probably not much better off than if she had just taken a mental shock.

At that moment, the sea of ​​clouds in front of the two began to thin, and Haotian Fortress in the distance became faintly visible.

"Oh no, Xiaodong, stop thinking about it."

Just then, a loud and deep voice rang out from inside the castle, followed by a tall figure who came out from inside the castle, supported Wang Dong's back from behind, and gently helped Wang Dong catch his breath with his large, warm hands.

"You must be Chen Ping, the top student in Xiaodong's class. Hello," the burly man said apologetically. "Xiaodong bumped his head once before he was six years old, and as a result, he developed a chronic condition. He can't remember anything from before, and it gives him a headache whenever he thinks about it. He probably hasn't told you about it."

"How are you feeling now, Xiaodong?"

While the burly man was saying these words, Wang Dong seemed to realize his own situation and took a few deep breaths to calm himself down.

"I'm sorry, Chen Ping, did I scare you just now?" "Although my eldest and second uncles often remind me of the things I fell down when I was little, I have no memory of them at all, so I always accidentally think about them and I easily make a mistake."

As he spoke, Wang Dong helplessly tapped his head, giving off a kind of stupid yet self-righteous vibe.

Chen Ping shook his head slightly to indicate that he was fine, but he was thinking about Wang Dong's condition earlier.

It would be truly unbelievable if Wang Dong could recall any memories from before he was six years old.

Her memory, along with her soul, had long been taken by Tang San to participate in the Joyful Saw Man activity. How could a person recall something that never existed?

At this moment, Wang Dong recalls his behavior before the age of six, which is like a file on a computer that has been deleted but is still accessing the shortcut on the desktop. It seems fine, but in reality, it is completely irretrievable.

Thinking of this, Chen Ping looked up at the burly man who had just arrived.

This man was extremely robust, with short, fine hair like steel needles and a resolute face as if carved by a knife. His eyes were brownish-yellow, with a faint golden glint. His gray robe could not completely conceal his muscular physique.

Perhaps noticing Chen Ping's gaze, the next instant, Chen Ping felt an overwhelming pressure rushing towards him.

Chen Ping felt as if that immense power was about to crush him.

He brought not only pressure in terms of his aura, but also a terrifying mental pressure.

This complex sense of oppression is very similar to the "Ruling the World" technique that Elder Mu unleashed by integrating his spiritual power into his soul power, but it is not the same thing at all.

However, faced with the overwhelming pressure that crashed down like the collapse of the sky, a glint of light flashed in Chen Ping's eyes. His blood energy, soul power, and spiritual power vibrated simultaneously, flowing through his meridians. At this moment, he seemed to have become a perfect person without any flaws.

Although the terrifying pressure struck Chen Ping instantly, he was protected by three powerful forces, making him like an unshakable rock on the precipice of the raging waves. Despite being battered by the raging waves, he remained standing firm.

Of course, this terrifying pressure only lasted for a moment before it disappeared, and then the other party gave Chen Ping a thumbs up.

"Good lad, you've got some skills. No wonder you can beat Xiao Dong and be number one."

Hearing the middle-aged man's words, Wang Dong realized what the man had been doing and snorted in dissatisfaction, "What are you doing, Second Uncle? I told you so many times not to mess with my classmates, and you only listened to me for one day?"

"Besides, what you're saying makes it sound like I'm second in the class."

Wang Dong scratched her head as she spoke, thinking about where she could rank if she was lucky enough to have the whole class together. Then she sadly realized that she had a good chance of making it into the top five, but anyone who went any further would be a tough opponent. The students behind her, even considering their academic scores, might not be much worse than her.

(End of this chapter)