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

Chen Feng took out sixty gold soul coins and put them into the wooden box. "The six of us will go together."

The old man raised an eyebrow, glanced behind Chen Feng, and asked:

"Which of you is Chen Feng?"

Upon hearing this name, Ma Hongjun, who was standing nearby, stopped eating his steamed bun and looked over curiously.

“That’s me,” Chen Feng said.

The old man looked him up and down and said:

"Let me see your martial spirit."

Chen Feng released his martial spirit as instructed. The old man glanced at it and nodded, saying:

"That's right, you can go straight into the academy. You don't need to take the later tests."

"Wow, you passed without even taking the test! Xiao Feng, you've got a lot of influence!" Xiao Wu exclaimed in surprise, giving a thumbs up.

"What about my companions?" Chen Feng asked.

"Are any of them over thirteen years old?" the old man asked.

“No, the smallest one is probably only…” Chen Feng’s gaze turned to Bai Chenxiang.

“Ten years old, I’m ten years old this year,” Bai Chenxiang said.

"Oh?" The old man raised his eyebrows. "In that case, there's no need to waste time. Release your martial spirits."

The others released their martial souls as instructed, each possessing at least two spirit rings: a bright yellow one mixed with two purple ones. Tang San and Xiao Wu even had three spirit rings each.

"Holy crap! A Soul Master!?" Ma Hongjun was so shocked that he dropped the steamed bun in his hand.

"Oh my god! My steamed buns!"

Seeing that the chubby boy was about to pick up the buns from the ground, the old man grabbed him and said irritably:

"Don't embarrass yourselves here. Help me bring them all in and straight to the final test. They don't need to take any of the tests in between. If Lao Lu and Lao Shao ask, just say that's what I said."

"But food that falls on the ground can still be eaten if picked up within three breaths," Ma Hongjun said, looking longingly at the steamed buns on the ground.

The old man kicked the steamed bun far away and said calmly:

"You can't eat it now."

"Pfft~" Someone laughed behind Chen Feng. He turned around and saw that it was Bai Chenxiang.

Upon hearing the laughter, Ma Hongjun became enraged and said:

"What are you laughing at? I'm just trying to conserve food, don't you understand? Judging from your appearance, you're obviously a rich girl, used to a life of luxury, aren't you?"

"Me, living a life of luxury?" Bai Chenxiang was immediately furious.

She has only been living a good life for the past few years. Before that, although she was not starving, she was not living a life of luxury either.

After all, the Min family is going bankrupt, so how much better off can she be?

An angry Bai Chenxiang put one hand on her hip in a teapot-like gesture and unleashed a torrent of abuse at Ma Hongjun:

"You fatso, you're just a glutton, what are you talking about cherishing food for? When I was living a hard life, you were probably nowhere to be found."

"What? You little girl dare to compare your hardships with mine?" Ma Hongjun was also furious. "Let me tell you, I've been an orphan since I was a child, and I grew up eating the food given to me by kind people in the village. Can you be as miserable as I am?"

Upon hearing this, Bai Chenxiang paused, feeling a pang of pity. "Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were an orphan."

"Hmph! You dare to compete with me in hardship?" Ma Hongjun rubbed his nose with his thumb, looking like a victorious rooster.

Ning Rongrong leaned close to Chen Feng, her expression somewhat strange, and whispered:

"This doesn't seem like something to be proud of, does it? Why are these two arguing so fiercely?"

"Perhaps it's just a clash of fates," Chen Feng said.

He never expected that these two idiots would clash so badly the moment they met, starting an argument before they even exchanged a few words.

The old man next to him reached out and slapped Ma Hongjun on the back of the head. "You silly boy, why are you arguing so hard about something like this? Is it something to be proud of? Stop talking nonsense and help me take him to the fourth level."

"Oh." Ma Hongjun immediately became obedient.

He glanced at Chen Feng and his group, his gaze lingering on Chen Feng for a moment, and said:

"Come with me."

Chen Feng and the others followed Ma Hongjun inside. Ma Hongjun took two steps back to Chen Feng's side and asked in a low voice:

"I have a question for you."

"You said."

Ma Hongjun glanced at the people behind him, pulled Chen Feng a few steps forward, and whispered in his ear:

"I'm asking you, are you Dean Flander's illegitimate son?"

Chen Feng: ?

Seeing that Chen Feng's expression was a little off, Ma Hongjun explained:

"Because Dean Flander has never treated anyone like this before, not even the eldest brother Dai from a wealthy family, who honestly passed the test to get in."

"So after thinking it over, the only possibility is that you are Dean Flander's illegitimate son."

Chen Feng looked at him for two seconds, then reached out and patted the chubby boy on the shoulder, saying:

"That's a good idea. Don't think about it next time. If you want to know if I'm an illegitimate child, you can ask Dean Flander yourself."

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Ma Hongjun looked at Chen Feng with a wise look in his eyes. "The dean is very concerned about his reputation. He will definitely not admit to such a thing. He might even beat me up. I'm not going to ask him."

Chen Feng smiled and said nothing more.

Although Ma Hongjun was somewhat curious, seeing that Chen Feng didn't seem inclined to answer, he didn't ask any further questions.

The group followed Ma Hongjun to an open space in the village, where the candidates who had passed the first test were lining up.

Ma Hongjun walked over to the teacher in charge of the second checkpoint, whispered a few words, and then returned to lead Chen Feng and the others to continue walking inside.

Upon seeing this, the candidates in line protested.

"What's going on? Teacher, why can they just walk right in?"

"Is there a problem with the fact that these people are young but have high soul power?" the test teacher said calmly.

"High soul power? How high can a person of this age have soul power?" one of the male examinees said indignantly.

"Have you ever seen a Soul Master who is twelve years old?" Ma Hongjun asked, hands on his hips.

"Tch! Who are you trying to fool? I don't believe you," the male examinee who had spoken earlier scoffed.

The other candidates also looked doubtful, but the next second their expressions froze.

Because Tang San and Xiao Wu revealed their martial souls, two yellow and one purple spirit rings pulsed around them.

"Do you believe me now?" Ma Hongjun glanced sideways at the male examinee.

The male candidate lowered his head and remained silent, and the other candidates also fell silent.

Although the companions of those two Soul Masters didn't reveal their Soul Rings, one can imagine that anyone who could associate with a twelve-year-old Soul Master was probably no ordinary person.

And so, Ma Hongjun led Chen Feng and the others all the way to the fourth level.

This is an open space, but it's much smaller than the open space in the second level, only about 200 square meters.

A muscular man was already waiting there. Upon seeing Chen Feng and the others arrive, he asked:

"Which of you is Chen Feng?"

“It’s me,” Chen Feng said.

Zhao Wuji glanced at him twice, nodded, and said:

"Well, you pass the test directly. Apart from you, anyone else who can team up and last for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn under my command will pass the fourth test."

"Huh?" Ma Hongjun was a little dumbfounded. "Teacher Zhao, the dean arranged for me to be the examiner for the fourth round."

"That's no fun, let me do it." Zhao Wuji waved his hand dismissively when he saw Ma Hongjun was about to say something.

"Alright, it's settled then. I'll make the decisions while the dean is away. You guys go and discuss your tactics."

After saying that, he walked towards the edge of the open space.

"Teacher Zhao," Chen Feng called out from behind him, "Can I join this battle?"

"You?" Zhao Wuji was somewhat puzzled. "You've already passed the assessment, and aren't you an academic genius?"

“They are all my comrades, and I don’t want to stand idly by while they fight. Besides, I know a little about martial arts and can contribute in the battle,” Chen Feng said calmly.

"You're not bad, kid. Since you're asking, you can join them," Zhao Wuji said admiringly.

"Hey, you'd better think this through. Teacher Zhao is a Soul Saint," Ma Hongjun advised from the side.

If Teacher Zhao were to beat up the dean's illegitimate son in front of him, he would probably be in trouble too.

Teacher Zhao is thick-skinned and the dean can't do anything with him, so he might take his anger out on Ma Hongjun.

Just thinking about the outcome sent chills down Ma Hongjun's spine.

"Don't worry, this is just an assessment after all." Chen Feng patted the chubby boy on the shoulder. "Teacher Zhao shouldn't make things too difficult for us, and we can take this opportunity to accumulate experience in dealing with strong opponents."

“That’s right, I also want to test my skills against a formidable opponent,” Ning Rongrong said with a smile.

"Let's all introduce ourselves first," Tang San said, introducing himself first, followed by the others.

Ning Rongrong's soul power is the same as in the original work, at level 26, because she mainly focuses her energy on practicing distraction control.

Her soul skills remained unchanged, increasing both strength and speed.

Zhu Zhuqing's soul power is level 28, which is one level higher than in the original work. This is the effect of the Foundation Building Technique.

Her two soul skills are Shadow Escape and Breaking Invisibility Strike. The former allows her to slip into the shadows and absorb shadow energy in the darkness.

The latter allows her to unleash a double-powered attack by gathering shadow power the moment she emerges from hiding, but it also puts a certain strain on her body.

As long as there are shadows that can be used, Zhu Zhuqing can create extremely high damage by constantly using Shadow Escape and breaking invisibility until her body can no longer withstand the burden of breaking invisibility.

As for Bai Chenxiang, her two soul skills are Wind Control and Wind Feathers.

The former allows her to control the power of the wind to increase her speed, and she can also absorb wind-attribute energy from the air currents around her.

The soul skill "Wind Feathers" allows Bai Chenxiang to condense the wind attribute energy she absorbs into individual wind feathers.

In this way, Bai Chenxiang can indirectly gain offensive capabilities by throwing wind feathers.

This soul skill reminded Chen Feng of a hero in a game from his previous life.

He asked:

How long will these feathers remain after they are launched?

"It's been about ten or so breaths, I haven't counted exactly. What's wrong?" Bai Chenxiang asked.

"Have you considered launching them and then bringing them back?"

"Huh?" Bai Chenxiang was stunned.

Chen Feng explained his thoughts:

"Shooting them out will create an attack that will alert the enemy, but the attack that comes back to them will catch them completely off guard."

"It can inflict two attacks on a person in one round trip. What do you think about considering this function for the third soul skill?"

"This idea... seems pretty good." The more Bai Chenxiang thought about it, the more feasible Chen Feng's idea seemed, and she said with a smile, "As expected of Brother Feng, you are really amazing."

Chen Feng smiled and looked at Zhu Zhuqing, saying:

“Your soul skill requires a shadow, but it’s broad daylight and the surrounding area is an open space, which is not conducive to your performance. But we can let Xiao San solve this problem.”

"Am I to create the venue?" Tang San asked.

“That’s right.” Chen Feng nodded and said, “You use Blue Silver Grass to create shadows to assist Zhu Qing’s attacks, while also creating obstacles for Teacher Zhao, whether it’s slowing down his movements or blocking his vision. You can decide how to operate it yourself in the battle; you’re quite good at this.”

"Zhuqing and I will be responsible for close-range control, the two archers will look for opportunities to attack, and Rongrong will assist us."

“No problem,” everyone replied.

Chapter 94 Dead by Daylight

"Have you reached an agreement?"