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

His voice was soft, “I assure you, one day I will bring the heads of everyone in the Haotian Sect to pay tribute to you.”

The night wind blew through the ancestral hall, stirring up the paper money in front of the memorial tablets.

The paper money danced in the wind, like white butterflies, flying towards the distant sky.

Ling Feng stood up and walked out of the ancestral hall.

Qian Renxue and Jin Chen waited outside the door.

Qian Renxue looked at him and said softly, "Xiao Feng, are you alright?"

Ling Feng nodded.

"I am fine."

Jin Chen scratched his head: "Boss, what do we do next?"

Ling Feng raised his head and looked at the distant sky.

There, in the direction of the Haotian Sect, clouds and mist swirl.

His gaze was calm, but deep within his eyes, a silver light shimmered.

"Cultivation."

Become stronger.

Then, go to the Haotian Sect.

Qian Renxue and Jin Chen exchanged a glance and nodded simultaneously.

A night breeze blew by, lifting the hems of the three people's clothes.

Under the moonlight, three figures stood in a row, looking into the distance at the misty mountains.

There, they have their enemies, their goals, and their future.

Seven days after the destruction of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex clan, Wuhun City was hit by a rare blizzard.

The heavy snow started last night and had accumulated to half a foot thick by morning.

The entire city was covered in silver, the golden dome of the Papal Palace was covered in snow, and the wings of the angel statues were covered with icicles that shimmered with rainbow colors in the morning light.

The streets were sparsely populated, with only a few soldiers sweeping snow early in the morning, making a rustling sound as they swept.

Most shops were not yet open, except for the spicy soup shop in the east of the city, where smoke rose early, the heat rising in the cold wind and quickly dissipating.

Ling Feng stood by the window, looking at the snow outside.

He had been standing there for a long time, so long that a thin layer of snow had settled on his shoulders, so long that he hadn't even noticed when Qian Renxue brought in breakfast.

"What are you thinking about?"

Qian Renxue placed the tray on the table and walked to his side.

Ling Feng shook his head and did not answer.

He turned his head and looked at Qian Renxue.

Absolutely stunning.

He suddenly remembered the first time he met her.

That was many years ago, in the Hall of Offerings. She stood behind Qian Daoliu, a girl who had just learned to walk, with golden hair and golden eyes, like a porcelain doll.

Her gaze towards him held curiosity, wariness, and something else that was hard to define.

Years have passed, and she remains the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall, the granddaughter of Qian Daoliu, and the genius whose talent is second only to his.

But her eyes changed, becoming softer and warmer.

"Little Snow."

Ling Feng spoke.

Qian Renxue looked at him.

"Ok?"

"Has your soul power shown any signs of breaking through recently?"

Qian Renxue was slightly taken aback, then nodded.

"how do you know?"

Ling Feng did not answer.

He sensed that the soul power fluctuations within Qian Renxue's body were more active than usual, like a river about to burst its banks, surging and crashing within the dam.

That was a harbinger of a breakthrough.

She's at level 59, just one step away from level 60.

But she was stuck on this step for three months.

"I'll stay with you tonight."

Ling Feng's voice was calm.

Qian Renxue looked at him, remained silent for a moment, and then nodded.

"it is good."

Night fell, but the snow was still falling.

Qian Renxue's cultivation room is located on the east side of the Qian Gu family mansion. It is a small stone room with defensive runes carved on the walls and lapis lazuli floor. There is a futon in the center.

Chapter 135 Qian Renxue Breaks Through to Soul King

Ling Feng stood at the door, watching Qian Renxue walk into the cultivation room, watching her sit cross-legged on the futon, and watching her close her eyes.

He turned around, closed the door, and sat down by the doorway, leaning against the door panel.

He didn't go in. He knew that breakthroughs were a matter for the Soul Master himself, and outsiders couldn't help him.

But he can stay here and not let anyone disturb him.

Qian Renxue sat cross-legged on the futon, closed her eyes, and circulated her soul power.

Her martial soul is an eight-winged angel, a god-level martial soul inherited from the Angel God.

When he awakened at the age of six, he possessed innate level twenty soul power, breaking the continent's record.

At the age of eleven, she was a level fifty-three Soul King.

At the age of twelve, he was a level fifty-seven Soul King.

She's almost thirteen now, at level fifty-nine, just one step away from level sixty.

But she was stuck on this step for three months.

It wasn't because she lacked talent, but because her martial spirit was too powerful.

The Eight-Winged Angel, a god-level martial soul, requires far more energy than ordinary martial souls.

Each time she advances to the next level, the amount of soul power she needs is several times that of a soul master of the same level.

Reaching level 59 at this age is already an unimaginable feat for ordinary people.

Qian Renxue took a deep breath and activated the soul power within her body.

Soul power surged through her meridians like a golden river, attempting to break through the bottleneck of level sixty.

Once, twice, three times.

With each impact, the bottleneck would loosen slightly, but with each impact, she would feel a sharp pain, as if someone were cutting her meridians with a knife.

She gritted her teeth and remained silent.

The fourth, the fifth, and the sixth.

The cracks in the bottleneck were getting bigger and bigger, but her soul power was also getting less and less.

She was exhausted.

Ling Feng sat outside the door with his eyes closed, but his spiritual power always enveloped the entire cultivation room.

He could sense the fluctuations of soul power within Qian Renxue's body, the crack in the bottleneck, and Qian Renxue's exhaustion.

He opened his eyes, raised his hand, and pressed it against the door.

He didn't go in, but he condensed his soul power into a line, which silently passed through the door and entered the cultivation room, into Qian Renxue's body.

The soul power was gentle and warm, like a stream flowing into Qianrenxue's parched meridians.

Qian Renxue's body trembled slightly.

She sensed that soul power, and she sensed Ling Feng's aura.

She didn't open her eyes, but the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned.

She took a deep breath, urged her last bit of soul power, and together with the soul power transmitted from Ling Feng, rushed towards the bottleneck.

boom--!

The bottleneck broke.

Level 60.

Qian Renxue opened her eyes, and two golden beams of light shot out from them, like two sharp swords in the darkness.

Her aura surged, climbing from level 59 all the way up to level 60, and then to the peak of level 60.

She broke through.

He rose two levels from level 59 to level 60.

But she didn't laugh, cheer, or shed tears.

She simply closed her eyes and felt the new power within her.

Her martial spirit cheered, and the phantom of an eight-winged angel appeared behind her, its eight wings unfolding simultaneously, radiating golden light.

The light grew brighter and brighter, illuminating the entire training room, the defensive runes on the walls, and even shining through the door into the corridor outside.

Ling Feng stood up, turned around, and pushed open the door.