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

The border of Haotian Sect.

This is a desolate mountain range, steep and shrouded in mist.

At the foot of the mountain is a small town called Haotian Town, which is home to several hundred families, mostly outer disciples and their families of the Haotian Sect.

The town is small, with only one main street and a few shops selling daily necessities and tools for Soul Masters.

Ling Feng and Qian Renxue walked down the street, dressed in ordinary coarse cloth clothes, pretending to be a brother and sister passing by.

Their martial spirits were completely concealed, and their auras were kept in check, making them look like two ordinary teenagers.

But their eyes betrayed them.

Those eyes were so bright, unlike those of an ordinary person.

"Xiao Feng, look."

Qian Renxue pointed to a shop on the street corner.

Ling Feng followed her finger and saw a blacksmith shop with a flag hanging at the entrance, on which was painted a hammer.

Haotian Hammer.

That's the symbol of the Haotian Sect, and it can be seen everywhere in this small town.

"They made no attempt to hide it."

Ling Feng's voice was calm.

Qian Renxue nodded.

"After all, this is their territory."

The two continued walking until they reached the end of the town, where there was a stone tablet with four large characters engraved on it—Haotian Sect Realm.

Behind the stone tablet is a winding mountain path leading to the cloud-shrouded mountaintop.

That is the mountain gate of the Haotian Sect.

Ling Feng stood in front of the stone tablet, looking at the mountain path for a long time.

Qian Renxue stood beside him without saying a word.

She knew what he was thinking.

Sixty years ago, more than three hundred members of the Qian Gu family died on this mountain.

Sixty years later, the descendants of the Qian Gu family stood at the foot of this mountain.

"Let's go."

Ling Feng turned around and walked towards the town.

Qian Renxue followed behind him.

"Aren't we going up to take a look?"

Ling Feng shook his head.

"Not now."

They found an inn to stay in and booked two rooms.

As night deepened, Ling Feng stood by the window, gazing at the distant mountain peak shrouded in mist.

Under the moonlight, the outline of the mountain peaks appeared and disappeared, like a sleeping giant beast.

He thought of his grandfather, and the old man he had never met.

I thought of my father, and the image of him kneeling in the ancestral hall.

I recalled what Qianjun Douluo and Jiangmo Douluo had said: "The Haotian Sect is the real enemy."

He clenched his fist, his knuckles turning white.

"Little Wind".

Qian Renxue's voice came from behind.

Ling Feng did not turn around.

"Ah."

"Can't you sleep?"

"Ah."

Qian Renxue walked to his side and stood shoulder to shoulder with him.

The moonlight shone on her face, illuminating her long golden hair and golden eyes.

She looked at the distant mountain peak and whispered, "I can't sleep either."

The two remained silent for a long time.

The night breeze blew by, lifting the hem of their clothes.

"Xiao Feng, do you think Tang Hao is on this mountain?"

Ling Feng shook his head.

"have no idea.

But one day, we will go up and find him.

Qian Renxue nodded.

"I'll be with you then."

Ling Feng turned his head and looked at her.

Under the moonlight, her eyes shone brighter than the stars in the sky.

He suddenly laughed.

"it is good."

The nights at Haotian Sect are very long.

But Ling Feng and Qian Renxue were not afraid, because they knew that dawn would always come.

They will stand on that mountain, watching the sun rise and a new day begin.

That is their future, that is their path.

The two did not linger and returned directly to the Spirit Hall.

Because the New Year is approaching.

As the year draws to a close, Wuhun City is decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations.

Red lanterns were hung on the city walls, and the streets were lined with stalls selling New Year's goods, including couplets, firecrackers, and candied melons, with shouts rising and falling.

The children, dressed in their new clothes, weaved through the crowd, clutching candied hawthorns in their hands, their smiles beaming.

Even the main hall has been renovated, with huge incense and candles lit in front of the angel statue. The candlelight flickers in the cold wind, casting the statue's face in a dim and illuminating manner.

Standing in the courtyard of the Qian Gu family mansion, Ling Feng watched the servants busily putting up Spring Festival couplets and hanging lanterns, and a feeling he couldn't quite put his finger on suddenly welled up in his heart.

This is his twelfth year in Wuhun City.

From age one to twelve, he spent every year in Wuhun City with his parents, his guardians, Qian Renxue, Jin Chen, and the other little ones.

But this year, things seem a little different.

"Little Wind".

Tuoba Yue'er's voice came from behind.

Ling Feng turned around and saw his mother walking towards him, followed by an elderly woman with white hair but a vigorous spirit.

Tuoba hope, former sect leader of the Holy Dragon Sect, and Ling Feng's maternal grandfather.

He is now a level 92 Title Douluo. Although he is over seventy years old, he is still vigorous and energetic, and walks with a powerful stride.

"Grandfather."

Ling Feng stepped forward and bowed with clasped hands.

Tuoba hope looked him up and down, his eyes full of satisfaction.

"Twelve years old, level seventy-eight Soul Saint."

Okay, okay, okay.

He said "good" three times in a row, patted Ling Feng on the shoulder. The pat was so heavy that Ling Feng's body swayed, just like Qian Gu Xiao Ye.

"Grandfather, what brings you here?"

Chapter 150: Teaching Experience

Ling Feng asked.

Although Tuoba hope is nominally an elder of the Spirit Hall, the Holy Dragon Sect is based in Dragon Valley and generally does not concern itself with the affairs of the Spirit Hall.

Tuoba hope stroked his beard and laughed, "Isn't it almost the New Year?"

"I would like to invite you back to the Holy Dragon Sect."

"Return to the Holy Dragon Sect?"

Tuoba hope nodded.

"Those juniors of the Holy Dragon Sect have only recently awakened their martial souls. They are all arrogant and ignorant, not knowing the immensity of heaven and earth."

"I want you to go and explain to them what true cultivation is."

He paused, a sly glint in his eyes, "And let those little guys see what kind of descendants the Qian Gu family are made of."

Ling Feng paused for a moment, then smiled.

"Grandfather, are you asking me to become a teacher?"

Tuoba hope glared at him.

"Why, don't you want to?"