Douluo Continent: The Twin Holy Dragons of Light and Darkness, the Dragon Emperor Breaks Through the

A few days later, the group began their return to the Spirit Hall.

As the carriage drove out of Tiandou City, Ling Feng lifted the curtain and took one last look at the majestic city.

The tournament ended with an unexpected turn of events.

Tang Hao's appearance was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, and the ripples were spreading at a visible speed, affecting the entire continent.

"Boss, do you think Tang Hao will come back?"

Jin Chen leaned against the car window, unusually quiet.

He was still clutching half a string of candied hawthorns he had bought from Tiandou City, with sugar residue stuck to the corners of his mouth, but he forgot to lick it off.

His eyes gazed at the rapidly receding fields outside the window, their usual playfulness replaced by a solemnity beyond his years.

These past few days, he has been unconsciously recalling the moment the arena collapsed, the figures of Zhao Tiezhu and the others being blown away by the shockwave, and the gray figure that fell from the sky and those blood-red eyes.

Ling Feng lowered the carriage curtain and leaned back in his seat. "Yes."

"Then next time..."

"Next time, I'll come."

Ling Feng's eyes were even more unfathomable, like a bottomless ancient well, calm on the surface but turbulent beneath.

Qian Renxue sat to the side, holding the travelogue she had bought along the way.

She had already turned to the last chapter, but she didn't close the book.

Her gaze fell on the pages of the book, but she didn't absorb a single word.

She was thinking about that scene in Tiandou City, where Tang Hao crashed down from the sky, the arena collapsed, debris flew everywhere, and Zhao Tiezhu and the others were blown away by the shockwave, spitting out blood.

She was thinking about the palm strike that Golden Crocodile Douluo had unleashed, that earth-shattering palm strike, yet Tang Hao had only been seriously injured and had not died.

She was still thinking about what Ling Feng had said: "Next time, I'll come."

She understands Ling Feng; he does what he says.

But it is precisely because she understands that she is even more worried.

The carriage rolled forward, its wheels making rhythmic sounds as they rolled over the official road.

No one spoke inside the carriage anymore; only the rumbling of the wheels and the occasional neighing of a horse could be heard.

The three of them, each with their own thoughts, spent three days in silence.

On the evening of the third day, the outline of Wuhun City finally began to appear faintly on the horizon.

The banner on the city wall, adorned with an intertwined angel and a coiled dragon, fluttered in the evening breeze, and the golden afterglow bathed the wall, casting a warm glow over the entire city.

The soldiers guarding the city saw the Spirit Hall emblem on the carriage from afar and opened the city gates early to line up and welcome it.

People on both sides of the street spontaneously made way for the carriage, some cheered, some clapped, and some threw flower petals at it.

The news has come back: Spirit Hall Academy has won the championship, and the Holy Son has led the team to victory, returning home in glory.

Ling Feng lifted the carriage curtain, looked at the cheering crowd, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

He saw Old Wang, the man selling spicy soup, standing on tiptoe and waving at him, his face full of wrinkles, beaming with joy.

He saw Mr. Liu, the innkeeper from Baishi Town, who had moved to Wuhun City at some point. He was standing in the crowd, and the long scar on his face was particularly noticeable in the setting sun, but his eyes were bright.

He also saw many unfamiliar faces, but their eyes all shone with the same light—respect, trust, and an indescribable emotion.

It is these people who give meaning to the existence of the Spirit Hall.

The carriage stopped in front of the Papal Palace.

Ling Feng got out of the car and looked up at the magnificent hall.

The dome of the Papal Palace gleamed in the setting sun, and golden angel statues spread their wings, overlooking the entire city.

That is the symbol of the Spirit Hall, and the place they will protect with their entire lives.

He took a deep breath, straightened his clothes, and strode into the hall.

Inside the Papal Palace, Qianxunji sat high in the main seat.

Dressed in a white robe and wearing a crown, his complexion was ruddy and he was in good spirits, appearing even more composed than he had been six months ago.

Qian Gu Xiao Ye sat to his left, dressed in a black robe, expressionless, but with a hint of pride in his eyes.

Chapter 122 Honorary Vice-Commander of the Angel Legion

Dugu Bo sat on the right, with the phantom of the Azure Dragon Emperor appearing and disappearing behind him. Dark green mist swirled around him, and the chilling aura made people afraid to look directly at him.

Yue Guan stood in the hall, her delicate fingers holding a golden chrysanthemum, smiling as she looked towards the doorway, the wrinkles on her face smoothing out.

A ghost stood beside him, shrouded in a black robe, its eyes beneath the mask as deep and unfathomable as a pool, revealing neither joy nor anger.

The seven honored guests did not come.

Golden Crocodile Douluo is in seclusion, striving for a higher realm; Thousand-Pound Demon Subduer is cultivating his Martial Soul Fusion Technique; and Azure Phoenix, Lion, and Light Feather each have their own important tasks.

This is Qian Xunji's intention: the Holy Son's return to the city should not disturb the worshippers.

But Ling Feng knew that the worshippers were definitely watching this place in secret.

Ling Feng entered the hall, followed by Qian Renxue and Jin Chen.

The three of them stood in the center of the hall and bowed to Qianxun.

"Your Holiness the Pope, I have not failed in my mission."

Qian Xunji stood up, walked down the steps, and stood in front of Ling Feng. He looked down at the twelve-year-old boy with a complicated expression.

"it is good."

Qian Xunji patted him on the shoulder, "Good boy. You've had a hard time on this trip."

Ling Feng bowed slightly.

"Serving the Spirit Hall is not hard work."

Qianxun laughed, turned around and walked back to the main seat, and announced loudly: "In this year's All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament, the Spirit Hall Academy has won the championship with a perfect record."

"This is the glory of the Spirit Hall, and also the glory of every participant."

His gaze swept over everyone in the hall, finally settling on Ling Feng, his eyes full of admiration.

"Holy Son, you have distinguished yourself in leading the team and demonstrated skillful command. I hereby decide—"

He paused, then raised his voice a few decibels, which echoed in the empty hall.

"Issued the title of Honorary Commander of the First Legion of the Eternal Wind Angel Legion, with the salary of a commander and the right to mobilize troops!"

The hall fell silent instantly, followed by a low gasp of surprise.

Angel Legion!

That was the most elite army of the Spirit Hall, directly under the command of the Pope, divided into three legions, each legion having ten battalions, and each battalion consisting of battle-hardened soldiers.

The First Legion is the elite of the elite, stationed at Angel Fortress north of Spirit City, responsible for protecting the core of Spirit Hall.

Although the honorary commander is not the actual commander, he has the right to mobilize troops, which means that Ling Feng can mobilize part of the First Legion's forces to carry out missions.

This power is far more precious than a piece of soul bone or a medicinal herb.

This is Qian Xunji's absolute trust in Ling Feng, and also the Spirit Hall's highest recognition of this Holy Son.

Ling Feng's brow twitched slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.

He stepped forward, knelt on one knee, clasped his hands and said, "Thank you, Your Holiness. I will live up to your trust and defend the honor of the Spirit Hall to the death."

Qian Xunji nodded in satisfaction, raised his hand to signal him to stand up, and continued.

"Holy Maiden Qian Renxue, for her meritorious service with the team, has been promoted to Honorary Deacon of the Spirit Hall, enjoying the salary of a deacon, and concurrently serving as the Honorary Deputy Commander of the First Legion of the Angel Legion, assisting the Holy Son."

Qian Renxue stepped forward and bowed, her voice clear and melodious: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

"Jin Chen, for his meritorious service in the team, is promoted to Honorary Deacon of the Spirit Hall and will enjoy the salary of a deacon."

Jin Chen grinned and knelt on one knee: "Thank you, Your Holiness the Pope!"

His voice was loud and clear, making the hall vibrate, which made Yue Guan laugh out loud.

Qian Xunji looked out of the hall one last time: "Zhao Tiezhu, Liu Ruyan, Shen Han, Sun Fang, Sun Fei, Han Qing, and Zhou Tai are all promoted to stewards of the Spirit Hall and will enjoy the salary of a bishop."

"With sufficient cultivation, prioritize promotion to Cardinal!"

"Each of you will be granted a certain amount of resources and ten spirit herbs from the Spirit Hall. You have brought glory to the Spirit Hall, and the Spirit Hall will not forget you."

Zhao Tiezhu stood outside the hall. Upon hearing his name called, he was so excited that his face turned red and his tiger-like eyes reddened.

He was just an ordinary Soul Master selected from a branch of the Barak Kingdom. His parents were farmers, and his family was so poor that they couldn't even afford to eat.

He never imagined that he would one day become a cardinal of the Spirit Hall.

He clenched his fist, his nails digging into his palm, and secretly vowed that he would follow the Spirit Hall for the rest of his life.

After the awards ceremony, everyone gradually dispersed.

Ling Feng did not leave; he stood there, seemingly waiting for something.

Qian Xunji saw through his thoughts and asked, "Xiao Feng, is there anything else?"

Ling Feng raised his head and met his gaze.

"Uncle Qian, I want to go to the Hall of Offerings to explain something to the Grand Elder and the other elders."

Qian Xunji's brow twitched slightly.

"what's up?"

"This junior is going to the Star Dou Great Forest to condense my seventh soul ring."

The hall fell silent for a moment.

The golden chrysanthemum in Yue Guan's hand stopped in mid-air, its petals trembling slightly.

A glint flashed in the eyes beneath the ghostly mask, but quickly disappeared.

Dugu Bo's hand, which was stroking his beard, stopped abruptly. Several whiskers were pulled out, but he was completely unaware of it.

Qian Gu Xiaoye looked at his son without speaking, but he tapped the Panlong Staff lightly with his fingers, making a crisp sound.