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

Ling Feng shook his head.

"willing."

Qian Renxue came out of the house, holding a cup of hot tea, and handed it to Tuoba hope.

"Grandpa Tuoba, please have some tea."

Tuoba hope took the tea, looked at Qian Renxue, and his eyes were full of admiration.

"Little girl, I heard you've received the inheritance of the Angel God?"

Qian Renxue nodded.

"Yes.

The angels have given us nine trials, and we have already passed the first one.

Tuoba hope clicked his tongue in amazement.

"The legacy of the angel god, I have never seen anything like it in my entire life."

He turned to look at Ling Feng, "Xiao Feng, you come too."

Let those little guys see what a genius is.

Jin Chen ran in from outside the courtyard, clutching a string of candied hawthorns in his hand, with sugar residue still stuck to the corners of his mouth.

Where to go?

I'm going too!

Hu Liena, Xie Yue, Yan, and Dugu Yan, the four little ones, followed behind him, chattering and clamoring to go together.

Tuoba hope looked at the group of children and burst into laughter.

"Go, all of you, go!"

The Holy Dragon Sect is located on Dragon Mountain, 300 miles west of Martial Soul City.

The mountain is not high, but the terrain is steep and easy to defend, making it difficult to attack.

The sect is small, with only a few hundred people, but each of them possesses a dragon-type martial soul and is quite powerful.

When Ling Feng and his group arrived, it was already the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month.

The mountain gate was wide open, a red carpet was laid out, and two rows of disciples holding long spears lined up to welcome them, making for a very grand scene.

Tuoba hope walked at the front, dressed in a white robe, his white hair as white as snow, with a majestic and powerful gait.

Ling Feng followed behind him, Qian Renxue walked on his left, Jin Chen walked on his right, and the four little ones, Hu Liena, Xie Yue, Yan, and Dugu Yan, followed at the very back.

The group entered the mountain gate, passed through the martial arts training ground, and arrived at the council hall.

The hall was already full of people.

The elders, deacons, and core disciples of the Holy Dragon Sect gathered together.

They looked at Ling Feng, at this twelve-year-old Soul Saint, at this descendant of the ancient family, their eyes filled with curiosity and awe.

A twelve-year-old child, a level 78 Soul Saint, with a 380,000-year-old seventh Soul Ring, and the true form of the Dark Dragon King.

Such talent and strength are enough to shut anyone up.

Tuoba hope sat in the main seat, and Ling Feng sat to his right.

Qian Renxue and Jin Chen sat behind Ling Feng, while the four little ones sat at the very back.

"Gentlemen."

Tuoba hope spoke, his voice booming, "We invited the Holy Son here today so that he could share his cultivation insights with the children of our Holy Dragon Sect."

Although the Holy Son is young, everyone has witnessed his strength.

I won't say any more.

He turned to look at Ling Feng.

"Xiao Feng, say a few words."

Ling Feng stood up, walked to the center of the hall, and glanced at everyone present.

The children, some as young as five or six and others as old as teens, stared at him with wide, curious eyes.

He suddenly recalled the scene when he was six years old, standing in the offering hall for the first time, facing the seven worshippers.

He was being watched by a group of people back then, and his palms were sweating with nervousness.

But now, he's no longer nervous.

"My name is Qian Gu Ling Feng."

His voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly: "I'm not here today to preach grand principles."

I've come to talk to you about what cultivation is.

The hall fell silent.

The children strained their ears, afraid of missing a single word.

"Cultivation is not for becoming stronger."

Ling Feng's voice was calm, "Becoming stronger is just a result, not the goal."

The purpose of cultivation is to give you the right to choose.

Choose the path you want to take, choose the people you want to protect, choose the person you want to become.

He paused, then continued, "You've just awakened your martial spirits, so you might find cultivation difficult, tiring, and boring."

Every day they meditate, practice martial arts, and spar, day after day, year after year.

But you must understand that every effort you make today is so that you will have more choices tomorrow.

A child raises their hand.

"Brother Holy Son, then why do you cultivate?"

Ling Feng looked at him, thought for a moment, and said, "In order to prevent the tragedy of sixty years ago from repeating itself."

The child couldn't understand, but Tuoba hope did.

His eyes reddened, but he held back his tears.

He knew what Ling Feng was talking about—the blood feud of his family for thousands of years, the deaths of more than three hundred people, and sixty years of forbearance.

"Brother Holy Son, can you let us see your Martial Soul?"

Another child shouted.

Ling Feng nodded and released his martial spirit.

The phantom of the Dark Holy Dragon appeared behind him, its seven spirit rings pulsating up and down, four black and three red. The seventh spirit ring, which had been around for 380,000 years, resembled a black sun in the candlelight.

A collective gasp filled the hall.

The children stared wide-eyed, their mouths agape enough to fit an egg.

They had never seen a spirit ring like this before, nor a martial spirit like this before.

"That's amazing..."

A child murmured.

Ling Feng put away his martial spirit and looked at them.

"You can too."

As long as you work hard.

Next, Ling Feng gave the children a lesson about martial spirits and spirit rings.

He explained things in a simple and vivid way, using language that children could understand, to tell them what a martial spirit is, what a spirit ring is, and what a spirit skill is.

He also talked about how to choose spirit rings, how to match spirit skills, and how to maximize advantages in battle.

The children listened intently, and even the elders nodded in agreement.

As expected of the strongest Holy Son in the history of the Spirit Hall, his understanding of spirits is unparalleled.

After class, a boy named Tuoba Lei walked up to Ling Feng, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "Holy Son, I would like to ask you for a few pointers."

He was sixteen years old, a level 43 Soul Master, with the Martial Soul Saint Dragon, and was the leading figure among the younger generation of the Saint Dragon Sect.

His eyes were full of resentment, clearly believing that Ling Feng was just talented and not necessarily a good fighter.

Jin Chen jumped out.

"You want to fight my boss?"

"Get past me first."

Tuoba Lei looked at Jin Chen, an eleven-year-old boy with a chubby face, a head shorter than him.

"who are you?"

Jin Chen straightened his chest.

"Jin Chen of the Spirit Hall, Golden Dragon Crocodile, Level 47 Soul Master."

Tuoba Lei raised an eyebrow.

She was a level 47 Soul Master, four levels higher than him, and only eleven years old.

His resentment grew even stronger.

"Okay, then I'll fight you first."

The two stood facing each other in the training ground.

With his martial spirit possessing him, Tuoba Lei's phantom dragon appeared behind him, and his four spirit rings pulsed rhythmically.

With the Golden Chen Martial Soul attached to him, the phantom of the Golden Dragon Crocodile appeared behind him, also bearing four soul rings.

The two of them took action at the same time.

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