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

From the day he awakened his martial spirit at the age of six, he has been walking a certain path.

A road that no one has ever walked on.

A road full of thorns and obstacles.

A path leading to the God-King.

He didn't know how long the road was, how difficult it was, or whether he could reach the end of the road.

But he knew he had to go.

It wasn't for himself, but for those he wanted to protect.

"Little Wind".

Qian Renxue's voice came from outside the door.

Ling Feng turned around.

"Come in."

Qian Renxue pushed open the door and came in, carrying a bowl of hot soup.

She put the soup on the table and walked over to him.

"What are you thinking about?"

Ling Feng shook his head.

"nothing."

Qian Renxue looked at him, remained silent for a moment, and said softly, "You're thinking about your path."

Ling Feng looked at her without saying a word.

Qian Renxue continued, "When you were lecturing, you said that everyone has their own path."

What is your path?

Ling Feng remained silent for a long time, so long that the moon outside the window moved from the east to the west.

He finally spoke, his voice very soft.

"guard."

"guard?"

"To protect the Spirit Hall, to protect the people, and to protect those I want to protect."

Ling Feng looked into Qian Renxue's eyes, where his reflection was mirrored in her golden pupils.

"To protect you."

Chapter 153, Second Test

Qian Renxue blushed.

She lowered her head, not daring to look at him.

"When...when did you learn to say things like that?"

Ling Feng thought for a moment.

"I learned it from you."

Qian Renxue's face turned even redder.

She looked up and glared at him.

"I didn't teach you any of that."

Ling Feng looked at her, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"You taught me."

You taught me through your actions.

Qian Renxue was stunned.

She looked into Ling Feng's deep eyes, and there was a light in those eyes that she had never seen before.

That was tenderness, steadfastness, and a promise.

She suddenly smiled, a smile as radiant as moonlight.

"it is good.

Then you protect me, and I'll protect you.

Ling Feng nodded.

"it is good."

The two looked at each other but said nothing.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, casting long, long shadows on them.

On the second day of the Lunar New Year, Ling Feng gave the children of the Holy Dragon Sect their last lesson.

This time, he didn't talk about cultivation, martial spirit, or spirit rings.

He told a story.

A story about a family that has lasted for millennia.

The children sat in the council hall, their eyes wide as they listened to Ling Feng tell stories.

They heard about a reclusive family that had thrived in the deep mountains for hundreds of years.

They heard about how two restless young men left the mountains, ventured out into the world, and joined the Spirit Hall.

They heard about a gifted young man who stayed in the mountains to protect his people, marry, and have children.

He heard how the three brothers became famous throughout the continent and how they made the Haotian Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex feel threatened.

I heard about the massacre; more than three hundred people, their blood flowing like a river overnight.

I heard how that six-year-old child was hidden in the cellar and watched his parents, brothers, sisters, uncles, aunts and uncles fall one by one into pools of blood.

The children cried.

The adults cried too.

Tuoba Lei's eyes were red, and he clenched his fists.

Jin Chen gritted her teeth and held back her tears.

Hu Liena leaned on Xie Yue's shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably.

Xie Yue's eyes also reddened, but he held back and didn't let the tears fall.

Yan punched the wall, creating a dent.

Dugu Yan held Qian Renxue's arm, tears silently streaming down her face.

Qian Renxue's eyes also reddened, but she held back and didn't cry.

Because she knew that Ling Feng didn't need tears.

What he needs is strength, determination, and action.

"That six-year-old child is my father."

Ling Feng's voice was calm, "Qian Gu Xiao Ye, Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall."

Sixty years ago, he was six years old.

Sixty years later, he personally destroyed the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex.

But the Haotian Sect still exists, and so do our enemies.

So, I will continue on this journey.

"Until the day the Clear Sky Sect is destroyed, until the day the blood feud of the Qian Gu family is avenged, until the day no one on this continent can bully the Spirit Hall or the common people again."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over each child present.

"Would you be willing to come with me?"

The children wiped away their tears, stood up, and shouted in unison, "Yes!"

The sound was deafening, echoing throughout the council hall and lingering for a long time.

Tuoba hope sat in the main seat, looking at Ling Feng and the children, tears streaming down his face.

He thought of sixty years ago, of the tragic state of Qian Gu's family, of his deceased relatives, and of those days that could never be returned to.

He thought those days were over, that the pain had faded.

But Ling Feng's story reminded him of those days and those painful experiences.

It also gave him hope.

It wasn't just his hope; it was the hope of the Holy Dragon Sect, the hope of the Spirit Hall, and the hope of this continent.

In the afternoon, Ling Feng and his group left the Holy Dragon Sect.

Tuoba hope stood at the mountain gate, watching their carriage gradually disappear into the distance, remaining motionless for a long time.

Tuoba Lei stood beside him, his eyes still red.

"Grandpa, will the Holy Son come again?"

Tuoba hope was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Yes."

He will come to pick you up.

Tuoba Lei was stunned.

"pick me up?"

Tuoba hope nodded.

"I'll take you to the Spirit Hall."

Go to a bigger stage.