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

Impressive, right?

Ling Feng glanced at the short knife and nodded.

"good."

Jin Chen chuckled, sheathed the short sword, and hung it at his waist.

"Boss, did you find anything?"

Ling Feng shook his head.

"No."

Jin Chen scratched his head.

"Let's go to the next stop then."

Ling Feng nodded.

"it is good."

But he didn't move.

He stood there, looking at the blacksmith's shop, watching the old blacksmith swing his hammer, and listening to the rhythm of his hammer blows.

Jin Chen waited for a while, but seeing that Ling Feng didn't leave, he didn't dare to urge him. He could only squat down to the side and count the ants on the ground with nothing to do.

After about fifteen minutes, the old blacksmith stopped hammering and put the unfinished longsword back into the furnace to reheat it.

He looked up and glanced at Ling Feng.

"Young man, you've been standing here for a long time."

Ling Feng clasped his hands in a fist salute.

"I apologize for disturbing you, senior."

The old blacksmith waved his hand.

"do not bother.

"I've been a blacksmith for thirty years, and this is the first time I've seen someone listen so intently to the sound of the hammer."

He paused. "What did you hear?"

Ling Feng remained silent for a moment, then slowly said, "I recognized the path you were following, senior."

The old blacksmith raised an eyebrow.

"road?

Which road?

Ling Feng looked into his eyes.

"When the older generation was young, they must have been like the other blacksmiths on this street, pursuing speed, output, and efficiency."

But later, the senior changed.

The older generation began to pursue quality, perfection, and precision.

The path of our predecessors has evolved from fast to slow, from fierce to steady.

The senior colleague found his own path.

The old blacksmith was stunned.

He looked at Ling Feng for a long time, and then smiled.

That smile was bittersweet yet resigned.

“Young man, you understand me better than my apprentice.”

He turned around, took a long sword from the shelf behind him, and handed it to Ling Feng.

"This sword is the culmination of my life's work."

For you. "

Ling Feng took the longsword. The blade was entirely silver-white and incredibly sharp. Two words were engraved on the hilt: "Return to My Heart".

The old blacksmith looked at the sword, his eyes filled with emotion.

"My heart longs to return home."

After fighting for thirty years, I have finally found my true home.

Young man, you will find your own path.

Ling Feng clasped his hands in a fist salute.

"Thank you, senior."

He turned around and left the blacksmith shop with Jin Chen.

Jin Chen turned and glanced at the old blacksmith, then asked in a low voice, "Boss, how do you know what he looked like when he was young?"

Ling Feng did not answer.

He simply walked along the streets of Gengxin City, sword in hand.

Jin Chen followed behind him, watching his back, and suddenly felt that his boss seemed to have changed.

It's not that it's become stronger, or that it's become higher, but that it's become deeper.

Like the words on that sword—"Returning Home".

They stayed in Gengxin City for three days.

On the first day, Ling Feng visited every blacksmith shop on the main street, listened to hundreds of hammer blows, and observed hundreds of blacksmiths.

He didn't find his own path, but he saw the paths of many others.

The next day, Ling Feng went to the most famous foundry in Gengxin City—Tiangong Workshop.

The owner of Tiangongfang is the most famous swordsmith on the continent. It is said that even titled Douluo are eager to forge the weapons he creates.

Ling Feng stood at the entrance of Tiangongfang for a long time.

He didn't go in; he just listened to the hammering inside.

The sound of hammers from Tiangongfang is different from anywhere else.

It is neither hurried nor slow, neither too light nor too heavy, neither too fast nor too slow, yet it carries a peculiar rhythm.

Chapter 167 Journey to the Far North

The rhythm was like a heartbeat, like breathing, like waves crashing against rocks.

Ling Feng closed his eyes, listened to the sound of the hammer, and a path appeared in his mind.

The road was wide, straight, and long, stretching as far as the eye could see.

At the end of the road, there was a golden light, but he couldn't see what it was.

But he knew that was what he wanted.

He opened his eyes; the hammering continued.

He didn't go in; he turned and left.

On the third day, Ling Feng went to the main street again, listened to the hammering sounds again, and looked at the blacksmiths again.

He hadn't found his way, but he was no longer in a hurry.

He knew that the path wasn't found by searching, but by walking it.

He needed to keep walking, until he reached the end of the road, until he stood before that golden light.

As evening fell, Ling Feng left Gengxin City with Jin Chen.

Jin Chen glanced back at the steel city, a feeling he couldn't quite put his finger on.

"Boss, do you think those blacksmiths know how far they can go?"

Ling Feng did not answer.

Jin Chen then asked, "Do they know what kind of weapons they can use?"

Ling Feng still did not answer.

Jin Chen then asked, "Do they know if they will regret it?"

Ling Feng finally spoke.

"have no idea.

But they're still fighting.

Jin Chen paused for a moment, then smiled.

"Yes, they're still fighting."

Ling Feng held the Returning Heart Sword; the blade was icy cold, but the hilt was warm.

He suddenly remembered what the old blacksmith had said: "Young man, you will find your way."

He raised his head and looked at the distant sky.

As the sun sets, it paints the entire sky gold.

He took a deep breath and stepped forward.

Jin Chen followed behind him, one tall and one short, one in front and one behind, walking on the road leading to the next stop.

Behind them, the outline of Gengxin City gradually blurred, and the clanging sound of blacksmithing grew farther and farther away, eventually disappearing into the wind.

But they took away the old blacksmith's hammer, the sword that brought them back to their hearts, and the answer—the road is made by walking it.

The setting sun sank behind the iron-gray outline of Gengxin City, turning the horizon a dark red.

Ling Feng stood on a small hill outside the city, his Gui Xin sword stuck in the soil beside him, the two characters "Gui Xin" on the sword gleaming with a cold, eerie light in the twilight.

Jin Chen squatted not far away, still clutching the piece of malt candy he had brought from Gengxin City. Sticky syrup seeped from between his fingers, but he didn't bother to lick it.

"Boss, where are we going next?"