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

He remembered Tuoba Yue'er when she was little, the little girl with pigtails who followed him around all day calling him "Uncle".

Now the little girl's son is so grown up, twelve years old, a level seventy-eight Soul Saint, with a seventy-eight thousand-year-old seventh Soul Ring.

How can he not get old?

Ling Feng knelt down and kowtowed three times to the seven elders.

"Wishing all the grandfathers a Happy New Year."

The seven elders quickly helped him up and each gave him a red envelope.

The red envelope didn't contain gold soul coins, but rather small pieces of jade engraved with the Holy Dragon Sect's logo.

That is a token of the Holy Dragon Sect. Whoever holds this jade can freely mobilize resources within the Holy Dragon Sect.

The seven jade stones represent the approval of the seven elders and the full support of the Holy Dragon Sect for Ling Feng.

In the afternoon, Tuoba hope arranged a second lesson.

This time, the audience included not only children, but also the elders, deacons, and core disciples of the Holy Dragon Sect.

The council chamber was packed with people, and even the entrance was crowded.

They all wanted to hear what unique insights this twelve-year-old holy son had about cultivation.

Ling Feng stood in the center of the hall, his gaze sweeping over everyone present.

He saw Tuoba Lei, the children, the elders, and the deacons.

Chapter 152 Choice is more important than effort

Their eyes were full of anticipation, and a hint of curiosity.

“Yesterday, I talked to the children about the purpose of cultivation.”

Ling Feng's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears: "Today, I'd like to talk to you all about cultivation methods."

He paused, then continued, "In the Spirit Hall's library, there is an ancient book that records the cultivation insights of all the titled Douluo throughout history."

I read that book and discovered a very interesting phenomenon—every Title Douluo has a different cultivation method.

Some rely on arduous practice, some on battle, some on enlightenment, and some on chance.

But they have one thing in common.

The hall fell silent.

Everyone strained their ears, afraid of missing a single word.

“They have all found their own path.”

Ling Feng said slowly and deliberately, "There is no fixed method for cultivation, and there is no shortcut that works everywhere."

Everyone has their own path; you need to find it, explore it, and try and fail on your own.

All others can tell you is their own path.

You can learn from it, but you can't copy it exactly.

Because you are not him, his path may not be suitable for you.

An elder raised his hand and asked, "Holy Son, how does one find one's own path?"

Ling Feng thought for a moment and said, "Ask yourself three questions."

First, what is your martial spirit?

Secondly, what kind of person do you want to become?

Thirdly, what price are you willing to pay for this?

The elder fell silent.

He lived for over sixty years and never asked himself these three questions.

His martial soul is the Earth Dragon, and he wants to become a Title Douluo; he is willing to pay any price.

But then what?

What happens after becoming a Title Douluo?

he does not know.

Looking at his expression, Ling Feng continued, "Finding your own path is not something that can be done in a day or two."

It might take a year, ten years, or even a lifetime.

But it's okay, as long as you're moving forward, it's better than standing still.

Another elder raised his hand: "Holy Son, what suggestions do you have regarding the selection of spirit rings?"

Ling Feng said, "The choice of soul rings depends on your martial soul and your fighting style."

But there is one principle: better to have none than to have something of poor quality.

Don't hunt spirit beasts indiscriminately just to collect spirit rings. Each spirit ring should be carefully selected and should serve your spirit, not hinder it.

He released his martial spirit, and the phantom of the Dark Holy Dragon appeared behind him, with seven spirit rings pulsating up and down.

"Each of my spirit rings was obtained by hunting the right spirit beast at the right time and in the right place."

Not a single one was just there to make up the numbers.

A chorus of exclamations erupted in the hall.

Tuoba Lei looked at Ling Feng's spirit rings with envy in his eyes.

He also has four spirit rings, but they are all thousand-year spirit rings, with the longest being no more than five thousand years.

When will he be able to obtain a ten-thousand-year soul ring?

A 100,000-year-old soul ring?

he does not know.

"Holy Son, your seventh spirit ring has a lifespan of 380,000 years. How did you manage to withstand that?"

One of the core disciples couldn't help but ask.

Ling Feng looked at him and said calmly, "Pain."

The disciple was stunned.

"When the 380,000-year soul ring entered my body, my meridians broke inch by inch, my bones were covered with cracks, and my blood was almost completely evaporated."

Ling Feng's voice was calm, as if he were talking about something unrelated to himself, "That kind of pain is a hundred times, a thousand times more intense than you can imagine."

But I made it through, because I knew that if I didn't, I would die.

I didn't want to die, so I pulled through.

The hall was deathly silent.

Everyone looked at Ling Feng, at his young face, at his calm eyes, and a feeling they couldn't quite put into words welled up inside them.

They never imagined that this twelve-year-old boy had experienced such pain.

"Cultivation is not like inviting someone to dinner."

Ling Feng's voice was calm, "Cultivation is risking your life."

You reap what you sow.

"You have to be prepared to endure as much pain as you want to go."

Tuoba hope sat in the main seat, looking at Ling Feng, her eyes reddening.

He recalled that six years ago, when Ling Feng was six years old, he came to the Holy Dragon Sect for the first time.

At that time, he was just a little child, standing behind Tuoba Yue'er, looking around timidly.

Six years have passed, and that little child has grown into a tall and upright young man.

His talent, his strength, his character, and his will all made Tuoba hope proud.

"Little Wind".

Tuoba hope stood up, walked up to Ling Feng, and patted him on the shoulder.

You are very good.

Grandfather is proud of you.

Looking at his grandfather's aged face and those cloudy yet warm eyes, Ling Feng felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

"Grandfather, I will continue to work hard."

The afternoon classes continued until evening.

Ling Feng talked about the cultivation of martial spirits, the selection of spirit rings, the combination of spirit skills, combat experience, and the improvement of mental state.

He shared everything he knew, learned, and realized without reservation.

The elders listened with rapt attention, the deacons listened intently, and the core disciples listened with fervent enthusiasm.

They had never heard a class like this before, nor had they ever seen a teacher like this before.

At the age of twelve, he was a level seventy-eight Soul Saint with a seventy-eight thousand-year-old Soul Ring and the true form of the Dark Dragon King.

Every word he uttered carried a convincing power.

After dinner, Tuoba hope told Ling Feng to get some rest, as he would be teaching the children their last lesson the next day.

Ling Feng nodded, returned to his room, but did not go to sleep.

He stood by the window, looking at the moon outside.

The cool moonlight shone on the summit of Longshan Mountain, bathing the entire mountain in a silvery-white hue.

He thought of Wuhun City, his parents, the elders, Qian Daoliu, Golden Crocodile Douluo, Thousand-Pound Demon Subduing, Azure Phoenix Lion Light Feather, Moon Pass Ghost, and Dugu Bo.

He thought of Qian Renxue, Jin Chen, Hu Liena, Xie Yue, Yan, and Dugu Yan.

He thought of the children studying in kindergarten, the people queuing in front of the salt shops, and the soul masters fighting in the Soul Arena.

He remembered his path.