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

Chapter 178 Reunion with Bibi Dong

"Second brother, do you remember how Xue'er loved to draw on your legs when she was little?"

It was rare for Demon-Slaying Douluo to smile.

"Remember.

She drew a flower on my leg with colored pencils, and it took three days to wash it off.

Qianjun Douluo laughed heartily.

"That's because you can't bear to wash it."

The Demon-Slaying Douluo did not refute.

Azure Phoenix Douluo stood with his hands behind his back, his blue hair fluttering in the morning breeze, his eyes filled with satisfaction.

The Lion Douluo sat cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed, but the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned.

Guangling Douluo stood in the corner, holding a light crossbow in his hand, the bolt spinning at his fingertips. He looked at Qian Renxue and nodded, a rare occurrence for him.

Qian Xunji stood on the high platform, looking at his daughter, his eyes reddening.

He remembered Qian Renxue when she was a child, and the scene when she first called him "Dad".

She was a little over a year old then, and had just learned to speak. She called out "Daddy" in her babyish voice.

He was so excited that he didn't sleep all night.

Now that she is eighteen and has become the empress, he was so excited that he couldn't sleep all night.

He suddenly felt that his life had been worthwhile.

Despite the troubles he had endured with his wife and countless upheavals, seeing his daughter standing on the high platform, wearing a crown, holding a holy sword, and receiving the worship of the people, he felt it was all worth it.

Qian Gu Xiaoye stood on the side of the high platform, looking at Qian Renxue and Ling Feng, a complex emotion welling up in his heart.

He remembered Ling Feng when he was a child, and the scene when Ling Feng first said he wanted to become a god when he was six years old.

At that time, Ling Feng was six years old. The little boy stood on the martial arts field, his dragon staff taller than everyone else.

He looked at his father, Qian Gu Xiao Ye, and said, "I want to become a Title Douluo."

Qian Gu Xiao Ye asked him, "And then?"

He said, "Then, I will become a god."

Qian Gu Xiao Ye laughed.

"it is good."

Ling Feng is now almost fourteen years old, an 85th-level Soul Douluo, and the successor of the God of Destruction.

He is getting closer and closer to becoming a god.

Ling Feng stood at the very front of the platform, holding the Panlong Staff in his hand. His eight soul rings pulsed up and down, the last one being as black as ink, representing 500,000 years.

He looked at Qian Renxue, and Qian Renxue looked at him too.

Their eyes met, and Qian Renxue smiled, a smile as bright as the sun.

Ling Feng smiled slightly and nodded at her.

Qian Renxue withdrew her gaze, faced the tens of thousands of people in the square, and raised her holy sword.

"Long live the Martial Soul Empire!"

Tens of thousands of people in the square shouted in unison.

"Long live the Empress! Long live the Martial Soul Empire!"

The sound was deafening, echoing in the sky above Wuhun Capital for a long time.

Qian Renxue put down the holy sword, turned around, and walked towards the back of the high platform.

Her dragon robe shimmered in the sunlight, her crown tassels swayed gently in the breeze, and her holy sword swung lightly at her waist.

Her back view was beautiful, as beautiful as a painting.

As Ling Feng watched her retreating figure, he recalled the scene when he first met her that year.

At that time, she stood behind Qian Daoliu, with golden hair and golden eyes, like a porcelain doll, extremely cute.

He didn't know then that this porcelain doll would become the most important person in his life.

Now she is eighteen years old, wearing a golden dragon robe, a successor of angels, and the empress of the Martial Soul Empire.

He suddenly felt that time had passed so quickly, as quickly as a dream.

He turned his head and looked at the tens of thousands of people in the square, at the waving flags, and at the cheering crowd.

He thought of the Spirit Hall's past, its present, and its future.

The Martial Soul Empire was established, and Qian Renxue became the Empress, but he knew that this was only the beginning.

The Spirit Empire has a long way to go, and they must walk it together.

The founding ceremony concluded in the afternoon.

The crowd gradually dispersed, but some people remained in the square.

They stood before the angel statue, gazing up at it, reluctant to leave for a long time.

Emperor Xueye and Dai Tianfeng also left, Ning Fengzhi also left, and the leaders of the various academies also left.

But in their hearts, they all retained the same name—Qian Renxue, the founding empress of the Martial Soul Empire.

Qian Renxue returned to the offering hall, stood before the angel statue, and burned incense to pray.

She closed her eyes, clasped her hands together, and muttered incantations.

She was praying to the angel god, praying for the prosperity of the Martial Soul Empire, praying for the peace and prosperity of the people on the continent, and praying that she could become a good emperor.

Ling Feng stood outside the offering hall, leaning against the door frame, arms crossed, with the dragon-patterned staff slung diagonally behind him.

He didn't go in or disturb her; he just stood there quietly, watching her back.

Qian Xun quickly walked over and stood beside Ling Feng, looking at Qian Renxue in the hall.

"Xiao Feng, do you think Xue'er is capable of being a good emperor?"

Ling Feng was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Yes."

Qian Xunji looked at him.

Why are you so sure?

Ling Feng's gaze fell on Qian Renxue.

"Because she is Qian Renxue."

The three words "Thousand-Foot Snow" seem to be the whole reason.

Qianxun smiled, a smile full of relief.

"Yes, she is Qian Renxue."

She is my daughter, the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall, the successor of the Angel God, and the Empress of the Empire.

He paused, then added, "It's yours too..."

He didn't continue.

Ling Feng didn't respond.

Because both of them knew what he had omitted.

It was an unspeakable secret, a feeling hidden in their hearts for over a decade, a tacit understanding between them that needed no words.

The two simply stood there, looking at Qian Renxue in the hall.

After Qian Renxue finished her prayer, she opened her eyes, turned around, and looked at Ling Feng and Qian Xunji at the entrance of the hall.

She smiled, a smile as bright as the sun, dispelling all the gloom in the hall.

"Father, Ling Feng, what are you looking at?"

Chihiro shook her head.

"nothing.

"Looking at my daughter."

Qian Renxue paused for a moment, her eyes slightly reddening.

She walked over, stood in front of Qian Xunji, and took his hand.

"Father, thank you."

Qianxun patted her hand.

"You're welcome.

"My daughter, of course I will support her."

Qian Renxue's tears fell as she hugged Qian Xunji tightly.

Qian Xunji neither pushed her away nor spoke; he simply stood there and let her hug him.

Ling Feng stood to the side, watching the father and daughter, a slight smile playing on his lips.

He turned and walked out of the offering hall, leaving them alone.

.........

Three days after the founding ceremony of the Martial Soul Empire, the commotion gradually subsided.

Red paper scraps from the celebration still lingered on the streets of Wuhun City, and lanterns still hung high, but the lives of the people had returned to normal.

Inside the council hall behind the main hall, Qian Xunji sat in the main seat, his crown and tassels removed, wearing only a plain white robe, his face weary.

Qian Renxue sat to his right, her dragon robe replaced with casual clothes, her long golden hair draped over her shoulders, and her holy sword still hanging at her waist.

The father and daughter remained silent for a long time.

Outside the door, Ling Feng stood against the wall, not going in. He knew this was a family matter of the Qian family, and it was not appropriate for him to get involved.