Baby Serendipity: The Whole World Fell In Love With Me
Chapter 234 - 233: Discussing with the Bad Guy

Chapter 234: Chapter 233: Discussing with the Bad Guy

Fen Tian was indeed only present with a wisp of his avatar at the scene.

He provided Hu Yaoyao with intelligence, magical treasures, and a venue, all just for an experiment, to see if Su Mianmian could break through the situation and whether she would get hurt.

Now it seems that Su Mianmian indeed had the power to break through the situation.

Of course, there were also reasons pertaining to Hu Yaoyao and Yang Xian.

Using magic, he moved mountains over himself, stabilized his divine soul, and stared at Su Mianmian as he asked, "How did you do it? You actually managed to avoid my eyes. I did notice that the child on the ground was not a real person, but I couldn’t figure out where you were."

Mianmian heard the big bad guy asking her a question and, while continuing to exert force with her hands, she replied, "If you tell me where your true body is right now, Mianmian will tell you where Mianmian was just now~"

Fen Tian chuckled lightly, "You little kid, indeed clever, trying to worm information out of me."

"Humph humph humph, aren’t you trying to worm information out of me too?" Mianmian pouted her little mouth and her shiny black eyes stared intently at Fen Tian.

Her Heavenly Eye couldn’t see anything on Fen Tian’s body. Before, the most she could not see in a person was their future, but now she couldn’t even see his past. This person was really quite remarkable!

"Mmhmm, let this old Daoist think for a moment." Fen Tian suddenly started talking to himself, "The Snake Demon from Yide Village is dead, and surely you have obtained the Divine Farmer’s Cauldron he possessed. Could it be he taught you how to command the Divine Farmer’s Cauldron, and you used it just now to hide your form? Your father married into the Dark Sect’s Jiang Family, and the Jiang Family has Talisman Spells that can hide one’s form and scent, which is their most adept spell. With the Divine Farmer’s Cauldron combined with an invisibility talisman, avoiding the old Daoist’s eyes is indeed not difficult."

After analyzing to himself like that, Mianmian was already panting heavily.

Fen Tian was truly heavy; even though she managed to hook him, she couldn’t pull him over.

Oh, so frustrating!

Little Bun’s little face puffed up in anger.

If the divine soul couldn’t be hooked over, then it was time to fight!

Mianmian still wanted to control Fen Tian’s divine soul to find out where his true body was.

The mightier the person was, the more they reverted to basics during a fight, not bothering to compete in magic.

Little Bun clenched her fists and retracted the Soul-hooking Rope, letting out a "whoosh" as she threw a punch towards Fen Tian.

Fen Tian raised his hand, and with a whisk, stopped Mianmian’s head and kept her in her place.

"The old Daoist just wants to have a chat with you, why are you starting to throw punches again?" Fen Tian looked at the little bald head swinging its tiny fists continuously, his low and magnetic voice laced with a pleasured chuckle.

Mianmian realized that she couldn’t break through Fen Tian’s defense and felt very hard-pressed to catch him, so she decisively gave up, took a step back, and sat down on the ground with her legs crossed.

"Alright then, let’s chat. What did Mom say this is called? Debating what now?"

The little guy’s head was shiny and smooth, and as he sat cross-legged with hands on his knees, he somewhat resembled a little monk preparing to meditate and chant scriptures.

Seeing Mianmian sitting down, Fen Tian also sat down cross-legged: "This is called debating the Dao, and it’s usually best two out of three rounds."

Deities with great powers, fearing that their fights would destroy lives and provoke the wrath of Heavenly Dao, would sit down on the spot and call for a debate on the Dao. Both sides would express their views. Whoever was convinced by the arguments, admitted the other was right without being able to refute, would lose. It was a more refined form of competition.

Though it sounds refined, most of the time, the topics debated are not serious matters. But no matter what is debated, as long as both parties sit down, the contest is established.

Whoever falls into the language trap of the other, agreeing to the words spoken and cornering themselves, loses.

However, Fen Tian didn’t take debating with Mianmian seriously, after all, she was just a child. Even if she received advanced education from her parents, she couldn’t compare to the long life he lived. He planned to play easy on Mianmian, to demonstrate his superior elder’s demeanor.

Heavenly Dao agreed to the debate, and the atmosphere on the field changed abruptly.

Mianmian and Fen Tian in the center felt nothing, but Hu Yaoyao on the side, under some indistinct pressure, couldn’t control herself and turned back into her fox form.

Yang Xian also instantly felt that the other "voice" in his body was gone.

No longer controlled by it, Yang Xian looked towards the statue beside him.

The Er-lang Shen Yang Jian – he had studied those martial arts with this very statue before.

Could it be that he really is...?

Yang Xian suddenly felt that the third eye on the statue seemed to light up, luring him to delve into it.

Yang Xian stood in a daze.

By now, Mianmian had already lifted her little face. As the one who initiated the debate, she asked the first question in her milky voice, "Your voice sounds so young, so why do you call yourself an old Daoist?"

Fen Tian smiled, "A young voice doesn’t mean one is young in age. Take the Er-lang Shen next to us, for instance. The moment he became a divine being, he ceased to age, and his voice would be forever young; but his life experience is richer than yours, and he too is an elder deity."

"Oh!" Mianmian nodded vigorously, "So you think your body is young, but your soul is an experienced old man inside? Did Mianmian get it right?"

Fen Tian pondered a while and nodded, "Yes, that’s right."

Mianmian revealed a smile, releasing her first move, "You’ve just agreed that Mianmian is right, but when using your divine soul to talk to Mianmian, you use a young person’s voice. That indicates inconsistency! The divine soul is your inside, you say you are an old man while also denying you are one, that’s being inconsistent! To say it more seriously, you’re a hypocritical villain!"

With that burst of words, she effectively blocked any retort Fen Tian could have.

Fen Tian was speechless.

Indeed, he referred himself as an old Daoist, he told Mianmian of his old age and esteemed status, he admitted his soul was that of an old man, and he continued to use a young person’s voice while speaking in his divine soul state – all on his own.

Yet, he tried to tell others of his vast experience and lofty status, and using a young voice was to emphasize this point even more.

Little did he know that in just three short sentences, he had walked straight into Little Bun’s trap.

This little one was indeed somewhat formidable.

Fen Tian sat upright, changing his voice, "You’re right, indeed my voice at this moment should change. It is not my soul that is young, but only my body."

As Fen Tian acknowledged Mianmian’s points as valid, his true body, far away, was visited by Heavenly Thunder.

A failed debate warranted punishment.

Fen Tian endured the Heavenly Thunder and opened his eyes, full of vigor and eager to debate with Mianmian again.

After all, now it was his turn!

Fen Tian was also looking to debate age with Mianmian, aiming to compare their virtues, so he asked, "How is it that you, with your childish body, comprehend so much?"

Mianmian candidly replied, "Mom taught me with illusions, so I know a lot, oh."

Fen Tian continued to probe, "In the illusion education, is there a passage of time?"

Mianmian nodded, "There is, oh. Time in the illusion moves very fast, but it’s very slow on the outside."

Fen Tian smiled, the old and confident tone in his voice showing he felt sure of victory: "Your experience has far surpassed that of a true child, yet you still confine yourself within a youthful body. Just like you said about the old Daoist earlier, doesn’t that make you a hypocrite?"