Grandmaster's Decision

Chen Feng was not afraid of being watched by old dengs, because he knew that certain people and factions would definitely be drawn here.

As long as they followed the rules and reasoned things out, Chen Feng had nothing to fear. He believed he could handle them.

If it really came down to it, he still had the Dai Family in his fishpond to use as a shield.

That was also why he had sent Dai Mubai a letter two days in advance—to ensure the Dai Family arrived first.

What Chen Feng feared was that whoever came would not play by the rules, simply throw a sack over his head and run off afterward. That would be troublesome.

If that happened, he could only hold Tang San in front of him and ask Haotian Buddha for help.

Chen Feng had already made up his mind. Over the next few days, he would stick to Tang San like a shadow and avoid getting a sack thrown over his head by any unruly old dengs.

"Say, Xiao San, do you want to go back to Sacred Soul Village and tell Uncle Tang Hao about the soul ring?" Chen Feng asked as he held the Tai Chi Bagua Sword level before him.

"I already told him. After you helped me analyze my martial soul back then, I went back and told Dad about it. I just didn't mention Mom." Tang San answered while struggling to control the Blue Silver Grass as it threw seeds.

This was an extremely difficult task, because Blue Silver Grass was not a hand. Roughly controlling it to bind someone was easy enough.

But if he wanted to precisely control multiple different Blue Silver Grass vines and leaves, having them throw seeds with different techniques at the same time, he had to be able to focus on several things simultaneously.

Yet even doing two things at once was difficult for most people. Not everyone could draw a square with their left hand and a circle with their right, and Tang San was no exception.

So he still had a long way to go before achieving the training goal the Grandmaster had set for him.

Seeing Tang San beginning to sweat, Chen Feng gave the Grandmaster's training ability a silent thumbs-up before asking, "Then what did Uncle Tang Hao say?"

"Dad said, 'Oh.'" Tang San answered.

"That's it?"

"That's it."

The next day.

In his room, the Grandmaster looked over several sheets of paper covered in writing, his expression gradually turning solemn.

"This thesis may bring trouble."

What he held was a copy of Chen Feng's thesis. After learning that Chen Feng had already published it, he had gone to ask Chen Feng for it.

The reason he had not asked for it before its publication was because that might have raised suspicions of plagiarism.

Even if Chen Feng would not suspect him of such a thing, the Grandmaster still felt he should observe proper boundaries.

So he had chosen to ask for it after the thesis was published. The moment he read it, he spotted the problem.

There was nothing wrong with the thesis itself. On the contrary, the Grandmaster felt that it was practically an epoch-making work, one that would certainly stir up a storm.

But that was precisely the problem—it would stir up a storm. If Chen Feng had the backing of a major faction like the Grandmaster did, it would not have mattered.

Even if others had ideas, they would not dare do anything.

Just as when the Grandmaster published the Ten Core Competitiveness Theory and spread knowledge that had originally been known only to major factions, he had not suffered any retaliation. That was because he came from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and had once dated a Martial Soul Hall Saintess.

But Chen Feng was different. If someone with no background published this thesis, the best possible outcome would be being forced to join some faction.

If his luck was worse and he caught the attention of certain ill-intentioned people, his life might be in danger.

"No, I need to do something." The Grandmaster rose to his feet and paced back and forth twice.

Suddenly, he remembered something. He opened his desk drawer and took out a sheet of paper bearing a drawing of the pattern on Chen Feng's Jade Pendant.

"If Xiao Feng truly is Sword Douluo's Distant Relative, then this will be easy to deal with. But how can I verify it? It's too late for me to go to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect now."

Just as the Grandmaster was at a loss over what to do, someone knocked on his door. The School Gatekeeper's voice came from outside.

"Grandmaster, are you there? A Lord Soul Master is looking for you. He says he's your friend."

"Flender? Right, Flender!" The Grandmaster immediately beamed with delight. "That guy came at just the right time!"

He stuffed the paper with the Jade Pendant drawing into his clothes, opened the door, and asked the gatekeeper, "Where is he now?"

"Uh, at the school gate," the gatekeeper answered.

The Grandmaster hurried outside. When he reached the school gate, he saw a middle-aged man wearing Black-rimmed Glasses, with a Shoehorn Face and the air of a crooked merchant.

As the Grandmaster saw the middle-aged man, the middle-aged man saw him as well.

A faint smile appeared on the man's face. "Xiao Gang, look what I brought you—"

"Not that yet." The Grandmaster stepped forward and grabbed the man's hand, speaking urgently. "Flender, listen to me first. I need you to immediately go to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect as fast as possible. After you meet Sword Douluo, give him this drawing and ask whether he recognizes what's depicted on it."

"What are you talking about?" Flender looked bewildered. "I just got back from the Death Desert, and you're already sending me on an errand?"

"This is very important. You must go immediately." The Grandmaster stuffed the sheet of paper into Flender's hand.

Flender suspiciously unfolded the paper. His eyes immediately widened. "This is... a Family Token? You don't mean Chen is that Chen from Sword Douluo's family, do you?"

"I'm having you ask because I can't be certain." The Grandmaster said helplessly. "If it really is, then you're wasting time right now. If you don't want to get cut down by the Seven Kill Sword because of this, do as I say immediately."

"Fine, fine. I'll go right away." Flender put away the paper, summoned his martial soul, and was about to take off when he suddenly froze. "What if this isn't Sword Douluo's Family Token?"

"If it isn't..." Clear hesitation appeared on the Grandmaster's face, but he quickly made up his mind. "If it isn't, go find Erlong immediately and come here with her. You definitely know where she is."

At those words, Flender's eyes immediately lit up. "Then I might as well—"

Grandmaster cut him off at once. "I know you have a bold idea, but I advise you to first consider the power of the Seven Kill Sword. If you dare to fool around with this matter, then when Sword Douluo learns of it and comes to kill you in the future, I'll definitely stay out of it."

Flender:

He weighed which was tougher—his neck or the Seven Kill Sword—then silently flew away.

Watching Flender's retreating figure in the sky, Grandmaster let out a slight breath of relief.

The moment Flender had raised his brows, he had known what the guy was planning. Honestly, he really was afraid Flender would pull something in this matter.

Because even if Flender did mess around, Grandmaster would not truly stay out of it as he had claimed.

They had been friends for so many years. At worst, they could die together.

"This should mean there won't be any problems now," Grandmaster sighed softly.