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

"What did Uncle Tang Hao say back then?"

“Dad said, oh,” Tang San replied.

"That's it?"

"That's it."

......

the next day.

The master sat in his room, looking at several sheets of paper covered with writing, his expression gradually becoming serious.

"This paper... is likely to cause trouble."

He had a copy of Chen Feng's paper, which he had asked Chen Feng for after learning that Chen Feng had already published it.

The reason I don't ask for it before publication is because that would raise suspicion of plagiarism.

Even if Chen Feng wouldn't doubt himself like that, the master still felt he had to be careful about his actions.

So he chose to ask for it after the paper was published, and when he got it, he immediately saw the problem.

The paper itself was flawless; on the contrary, the professor thought it was a groundbreaking work that would definitely shake things up.

But the problem lies in stirring up trouble. If Chen Feng had a powerful background like the Grandmaster, then there wouldn't be any issue.

Even if others have ideas, they dare not do anything about them.

Just like the master published the theory of ten core competencies, spreading a lot of knowledge that was originally only known to powerful forces, he did not suffer any retaliation because he came from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and once had a Spirit Hall Saintess as his girlfriend.

But Chen Feng is different. With no background, if he publishes this paper, the best outcome for him will be being forced to join a certain faction.

If you're unlucky enough to attract the attention of some ill-intentioned people, your life could be in danger.

"No, we have to do something." The master stood up and paced back and forth a couple of times.

Suddenly, he remembered something, opened his desk drawer, took out a piece of paper, on which was drawn the pattern of Chen Feng's jade pendant.

"If Xiao Feng is indeed a distant relative of Sword Douluo, things will be much easier, but how can I verify this? It's too late for me to go to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School now."

Just as the master was at a loss for what to do, there was a knock on his door, and the voice of the school gatekeeper came from outside.

"Master, are you there? A Soul Master is looking for you. He claims to be your friend."

"Flanders? Yes, Flanders!" The master's face lit up with joy. "This guy arrived just in time!"

He stuffed the paper with the jade pendant drawn on it into his pocket, opened the door, and asked the gatekeeper:

Where is he now?

"Uh, at the school gate," the security guard replied.

The master started running outside. When he arrived at the school gate, he saw a middle-aged man with black-rimmed glasses, a long face, and a cunning businessman's air.

When the master saw the middle-aged man, the middle-aged man also saw him.

A smile appeared on the middle-aged man's face. "Xiao Gang, look what I brought you..."

"Don't talk about that yet." The master stepped forward and grabbed the middle-aged man's hand, saying in a somewhat urgent tone, "Flander, listen to me first. I need you to go to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School as quickly as possible, ask to see Sword Douluo, and then give him this picture and ask him if he recognizes what is drawn on it."

"What's going on?" Flander was a little confused. "I just got back from the Death Desert, and you're making me run errands?"

“This is very important, you must go immediately.” The master stuffed the paper in his hand into Flander’s hand.

Flander opened the paper with a skeptical look, then his eyes widened immediately. "This thing is... a family heirloom? You don't mean this 'Dust' is the same 'Dust' from Sword Douluo, do you?"

"I only asked you to ask because I wasn't sure," the master said helplessly. "If it's true, you're just wasting time. If you don't want to be killed by the Seven Kill Sword, do as I say right now."

"Okay, I'll go right away." Flander put the papers away, summoned his martial spirit, and was about to take off when he suddenly stopped. "What if this isn't Sword Douluo's family heirloom?"

“If not…” The master hesitated, but he quickly made up his mind. “If not, then go find Erlong right away and come here with her. You definitely know where she is.”

Upon hearing this, Flander's eyes lit up. "Then I might as well..."

The master interrupted him directly: "I know you have a bold idea, but I advise you to consider the power of the Seven Kill Sword first. If you dare to bluff about this matter, when Sword Douluo finds out and wants to kill you in the future, I will definitely stay out of it."

Flanders: ......

He weighed whether his neck or the Seven Kill Sword was stronger, then silently flew away.

The master watched Flanders' figure recede into the distance in the sky and breathed a slight sigh of relief.

He knew what Flander was up to the moment he raised an eyebrow. To be honest, he was genuinely afraid that Flander was up to something.

Even if Flanders were behind it, the master wouldn't remain uninvolved as he claimed.

We've been friends for so many years, what's the worst that can happen? We can die together.

"That should solve the problem," the master sighed softly.

Chapter 38 The Wronged Cat

The Imperial Palace of the Star Luo Empire, Mail and Receipt Office.

This is where items are collected and distributed to and from the Star Luo Empire's palace. All items entering and leaving the palace must pass through here and undergo rigorous testing to ensure they are harmless before being sent to their proper destination.

However, some people clearly couldn't wait for the slow inspection and came directly here.

"I heard there's a letter for me here, sent from Nottingham City?" Dai Mubai asked the staff at the mailroom entrance.

"Third Prince." The staff member bowed first, then said, "There is indeed a letter. We have prioritized its testing and are preparing to send it to you."

"No need to deliver it, I'll just come and pick it up. I'll check it and that's it." Dai Mubai took the envelope from the staff member and was about to leave when he saw a little girl running over.

That was Zhu Zhuqing.

Since that banquet, her engagement with Dai Mubai has been in name only, and both the Dai and Zhu families have tacitly stopped mentioning the engagement.

Just as Chen Feng had predicted, Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing gained the freedom they had longed for after severing their martial soul connection.

They gave up some things they didn't care about, but gained precious family bonds and successfully escaped from that damned vortex of tradition.

Moreover, their actions set an example for the Dai and Zhu families, providing a way out for the two families who did not want to participate in the succession struggle.

This filled the adults and children of both families with gratitude. Not everyone is ambitious; some people value family and friendship more than power.

Before this, these people were living in constant fear due to traditional rules, afraid that one day a child who awakened a martial spirit would drag them into the successor duel.

Now that both families have heirs, there is a way out for the later generations if they don't want to get into a fight.

"Your Highness, is there a letter from Nottingham City?" Zhu Zhuqing, panting, looked at the envelope in Dai Mubai's hand and asked anxiously.

“Yes, it’s for me.” Dai Mubai waved the envelope in his hand.

"Is there only one letter?" Zhu Zhuqing glanced into the mailroom, but only saw the staff member shake their head.

A hint of grievance appeared on her face. "Why does he write to you but not to me?"

Zhu Zhuqing pouted, turned around and ran away.

Dai Mubai watched her run away, bewildered and confused.

"Because I was the one who asked him to write me the letter."

He shook his head, feeling that the girl's thoughts were hard to understand, so he took the envelope, opened it, and read it as he walked.

As he read, Dai Mubai slowly stopped.

He turned and walked out of the palace.

Inside a grand hall of the palace, a dashing middle-aged man was reviewing official documents at his desk.

After a while, a White Tiger Guard entered with a document, knelt down, and said:

"Your Majesty, the Third Prince just submitted an article to the newspaper, and the editor-in-chief has brought it over for your review."

A waiter behind the middle-aged man stepped forward and presented the document to the desk.

The middle-aged man picked it up, opened it, glanced at it briefly, and his expression suddenly became serious.

He carefully read through the contents and asked:

"Did Mu Bai write this himself?"

"The newspaper editor-in-chief said that when the Third Prince submitted the article, he emphasized that the author should be registered as 'Chen Feng'," the White Tiger Guard replied.

"Chen Feng? Is that the person who gave Mu Bai guidance on changing his second soul skill?" the middle-aged man asked.

"Yes."

"Chen Yun said this child is only seven years old?"

"That's what Steward Chen said, and the Third Prince also confirmed it."

"Hmm..." The middle-aged man fell into thought.

He tapped lightly on the desk and began to speak:

"Send two senior deacons to Nottingham City to see if they can bring that child to the Royal Academy. Remember, be gentle; we can't afford to antagonize such a genius."

"Let Chen Yun and Mu Bai go too; it'll be easier to talk if they know each other."

"Yes, Your Majesty." The White Tiger Guard acknowledged the order and left.

......

Another morning.

Inside the council hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

The refined and scholarly Ning Fengzhi sat on a large rosewood chair with intricate carvings, reading a newspaper.

"...The traditional way of classifying martial spirits is based on whether the martial spirit can possess a body, dividing martial spirits into weapon martial spirits and beast martial spirits. However, from the perspective of the evolution path of martial spirits, martial spirits should be classified into biological martial spirits and weapon martial spirits."

"The biggest difference between biological martial souls and artifact martial souls is that the former possesses life to a certain extent. The characteristics of life are growth and mutation. This means that biological martial souls have higher growth potential than artifact martial souls, and there is a greater possibility of mutation in their offspring..."

"Hmm...that's an interesting way to put it."

Just as Ning Fengzhi was about to continue reading, a young man dressed in white entered, bowed, and said:

"Sect Master, the four-eyed owl Flander is requesting an audience outside the sect, saying he has urgent business to attend to."

"Flander? Why would he need to see me so urgently?" Ning Fengzhi felt a little strange. "Let him in."

"Yes." The young man quickly backed away.

A moment later, a middle-aged man with disheveled hair and a somewhat disheveled expression walked in.

Seeing Flander's expression, Ning Fengzhi raised an eyebrow in surprise. He casually put the newspaper aside and asked:

"Dean Flander, did you perhaps... fly all the way here?"

“Yes, Sect Master Ning, I have urgent business to discuss with Sword Douluo,” Flander said wearily.

He knew his old friend Yu Xiaogang's character very well; unless it was an extremely urgent matter, Yu Xiaogang would never have suggested that Flander go find Liu Erlong.

Since Yu Xiaogang has spoken, it means he is in big trouble and only a strong person can help him out.

So Flander sped along and finally arrived at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School at top speed.

Upon hearing Flander's words, Ning Fengzhi pondered for a moment, then waved to the servant attending him and said:

"Quickly invite Sword Douluo to the council hall and tell him there is an urgent matter."

Since Flander claimed to have urgent business and had flown all the way here, Ning Fengzhi decided to invite Sword Douluo over first, lest something serious happen and delay their time.

As for the specifics, he can ask about them now.

"Dean Flander, what brings you to see Uncle Jian in such a hurry?"

Flander didn't hide anything, "There's something I want to show him, and I suspect it's related to Sword Douluo."

"Of course, I am not entirely sure either. If it turns out to be a misunderstanding, please don't take offense, Sect Leader Ning."

Flander first folded his armor to prevent any misunderstandings later, then took out a piece of paper from his pocket.

"Sect Leader Ning, please take a look, this is it."

Chapter 39 Chen Feng's Theory of Martial Soul Evolution

Ning Fengzhi took the paper, unfolded it, and his pupils immediately contracted.

He looked at Flanders and asked in an extremely serious voice: