A Biologist Like Me, and You Give Me a Tool Spirit?

"Ah, what rotten luck. Why did I awaken such a damn useless Martial Soul?"

Inside Old Jack's home in Sacred Soul Village, a delicate, jade-like boy was sighing like a little old man.

The boy was named Chen Feng. In his previous life, he had been a Biologist. While excavating fossils, he had accidentally fallen off a cliff. When he woke up again, he found himself on the Douluo Continent.

At first, Chen Feng had been extremely excited, because for a Biologist like him, the Douluo Continent could practically be called a treasure trove.

There was no flashy Dou Qi or magic here, only Martial Souls and Soul Beasts in countless forms.

Wasn't such a wonderful place practically destined for a Biologist like Chen Feng?

Chen Feng had immediately become so excited that he rolled right out of his crib.

At the time, he had only been a few months old.

Realizing that he was still too young to do anything, Chen Feng had not become discouraged. Instead, he actively made plans and laid the groundwork for his future research.

When he turned six and awakened his Martial Soul—today, in other words—Chen Feng had eagerly gone to the village's Spirit Hall and asked his old acquaintance, Su Yuntao, to awaken it for him.

At that time, he had been full of hope. The whole world had seemed beautiful and full of light.

Chen Feng had especially hoped to awaken a Beast Spirit. It would have been best if it could leave his body, since that would make his research much more convenient.

A Plant Spirit would also have been acceptable. After all, plants were living things too and fell within Chen Feng's field of study.

In fact, Chen Feng had always felt that the people of the Douluo Continent were unreasonable in dividing Martial Souls into Tool Spirits and Beast Spirits. He believed they should instead be classified as Biological Spirits and Tool Spirits.

However, without the conditions for research, he had not had enough evidence to support his theory.

Chen Feng had dreamed of awakening a Biological Spirit, preferably with higher Innate Soul Power so he could travel around more easily after becoming stronger.

To fulfill that dream, during his Martial Soul awakening, he had even specially prayed for the blessings of the Chen Clan's ancestors.

Then, he truly received his ancestors' blessing.

Chen Feng awakened a sword as his Martial Soul. Most crucially, it was almost exactly identical to the sword he had found behind his ancestors' memorial tablets when he had sneaked into the ancestral hall to play as a child in his previous life.

Other than being somewhat smaller and having a slightly damaged Bagua Diagram on its guard, there was no difference whatsoever.

That was right. The Sword Spirit Chen Feng had awakened was actually damaged, which was what he found most infuriating.

Honestly, he even suspected that when he had climbed onto the table to grab the sword and accidentally knocked an ancestor's memorial tablet onto the floor, his ancestors had damaged the sword to punish him.

The sword was called the Tai Chi Bagua Sword. It sounded impressive, and it truly was impressive.

If it had been intact.

Perhaps because it had traveled through time and space, or for some other reason, the originally complete Bagua Diagram on the sword's guard retained only the Qian, Kan, Gen trigrams.

The other five trigrams were all too blurred to make out.

The sword's special trait was that each trigram could hold a Soul Ring. In other words, unless he repaired the sword, Chen Feng could possess at most three Soul Rings.

"Oh no, I've become Grandmaster!" The moment Chen Feng understood his Martial Soul's information, his heart turned cold.

If he could only obtain three Soul Rings, then he could at most reach Rank 40. That was slightly better than Grandmaster's situation, but not by much.

At best, he was Grandmaster Plus.

But Grandmaster at least had two beauties interested in him. Chen Feng had absolutely nothing. Thinking about it that way, his situation seemed even more miserable.

The only thing that offered him a little comfort was probably his Innate Full Soul Power.

Furthermore, the sword had two special forms: the Yin Sword form and the Yang Sword form.

However, Chen Feng could not use either form yet. He did not know their specific effects and could only vaguely understand the information that "the Yang Sword governed life, while the Yin Sword governed death."

Still, the ability to switch between different forms gave the Tai Chi Bagua Sword more possibilities.

As long as Chen Feng could successfully repair the Tai Chi Bagua Sword, he would certainly become a powerful swordsman with limitless potential.

So how was he supposed to repair this broken sword? That was why Chen Feng was sighing now.

To repair it, he had to use the blood of Soul Masters with sufficiently high-quality Martial Souls possessing the attributes corresponding to the relevant trigram positions.

Take Tang San as an example. His Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul possessed tenacious vitality. After Chen Feng examined it, he found that it belonged to the Xun Gua position.

The Xun Gua belonged to wood among the Five Elements. It symbolized wind, wood, clouds, and rain, representing the flow of vitality and the spirit of endless growth.

But although Tang San's Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul corresponded to the Xun Gua, its quality was insufficient.

At Tang San's current stage, Chen Feng would probably need all the blood from tens of thousands of Tang Sans, and it still might not work.

Only when Tang San reached the Blue Silver Emperor stage would he be capable of helping Chen Feng repair his Martial Soul.

In short, if he wanted to break the seals on the Tai Chi Bagua Sword, Chen Feng had to collect enough qualifying Soul Master blood.

Either sufficient quality or sufficient quantity.

To Chen Feng, the unsealing requirements of the Tai Chi Bagua Sword were naturally absurdly unfair.

Every layer of the seal required corresponding blood, and it had to be either high quality or great in quantity.

If he chose the quantity route, that meant Chen Feng would have to wield the sword in his hand and massacre his way across the Douluo Continent.

He would kill every qualifying Soul Master he encountered, slaughter his way from the Heaven Dou Empire to the Star Luo Empire, and wipe out the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and the Lower Four Sects.

Then he would charge into Spirit Hall, kill all the qualifying Soul Masters in the Hall of the Pope and Worship Hall, and finally find Qian Daoliu and butcher him too.

I'll fucking kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!

Could Chen Feng do that? Of course not.

Setting aside the fact that he could not accomplish it and that he did not want to do it in the first place, such a method was horribly short-sighted from a practical standpoint alone.

Once he stepped onto that path, it would mean Chen Feng had fallen onto the path of an Evil Spirit Master. Becoming the enemy of the entire world would no longer be a dream, and sooner or later, he would be punished.

Since the quantity route would not work, could the quality route work instead?

After sighing for a while, Chen Feng did indeed come up with an idea.

In his view, as a Biologist who had arrived in this fascinating world, he could not possibly leave without thoroughly studying all those bizarre Martial Souls and Soul Beasts.

Otherwise, wouldn't he have come here for nothing?

Chen Feng had originally specialized in biological evolution. Since that was the case, why not simply continue his own profession and advance the development of Martial Soul research theory in this world?

As more people underwent Martial Soul Evolution, high-quality blood would naturally become easier to find, and he would gain great prestige in the process.

By then, if Chen Feng, with such a great reputation, asked others for blood, wouldn't they have to show him some respect?

Wouldn't that solve the problem of this broken Martial Soul?

The protagonist's Martial Soul needed human blood to be repaired. That was part of the setting, and the reason would gradually be explained as the plot unfolded.