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

Yu Xiaogang began packing her luggage.

His luggage was very simple, so simple that it made people feel sad.

The few changes of clothes were all faded gray robes, with frayed edges on the cuffs and collar, and patches in some places.

The patches were sewn on by him with fine stitches, one stitch at a time.

He wasn't good at any delicate work, but he was exceptionally good at mending clothes because he had become skilled through practice.

The bag of dry rations consisted of leftover flatbread and pickled vegetables from the college cafeteria.

He had already spoken to the cafeteria lady last night. She glanced at him, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she just sighed and gave him two more eggs.

The egg was cooked and still warm from the stove. Touching it, he felt a warmth in his heart, followed by a pang of sadness.

A short sword for self-defense.

It's called a short sword, but it's actually just a slightly longer dagger. The scabbard is made of cowhide and has been used for many years; the surface is already cracked.

The blade was indeed sharp, and he always remembered to sharpen it, taking it out every few days to rub it on the whetstone.

He doesn't know any advanced martial arts, but he does know basic swordsmanship. After all, he comes from the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family. Even if he's a good-for-nothing, he's still practiced some basic skills.

The sword hilt was wrapped with hemp rope, which had been soaked in sweat countless times and turned black. In some places, the hemp threads had broken, revealing a small section of the bare hilt.

When he held it, his fingertips could feel the rough texture, like the bumpy, uneven road he had traveled throughout his life.

There is also a jade pendant.

The jade pendant was left to him by his mother.

He doesn't remember what his mother looks like. He was too young then, too young to even remember a face.

He only remembered a blurry outline, a pair of hands, and a faint fragrance.

He couldn't quite describe what the fragrance smelled like, but every time he smelled a similar scent, his heart would clench, as if something inside him had turned over.

The jade pendant is small, not much bigger than a copper coin, and is entirely emerald green with a natural white line in the middle, resembling a thin river.

When his mother hung the jade pendant around his neck, the cord was so long that it touched his navel.

As he grew older, the rope became too short, and the jade pendant rested perfectly against his heart and skin, warm in winter and cool in summer, like his mother's hand that never left.

He has worn it around his neck since he was a child and has never taken it off.

there has never been.

They don't take it off when they take a shower, when they sleep, when they fight, or even when someone pins them to the ground and steps on them.

Someone asked him, "Is your jade pendant valuable?"

He said it was valuable, very valuable.

The man said, "Then you'd better watch out, or you'll get robbed."

He smiled but didn't say anything.

What he meant was, "Take it if you want, I'll still be alive even if you take it, but if I take it off myself, then I won't be myself anymore."

He took the clothes out of the box, shook them out one by one, and checked if there were any tears.

No, he just had it repaired last month. The stitches are crooked, but they're sturdy.

He folded the clothes neatly.

He came from the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family. The family had many rules, and even folding clothes had its own rules. There were specific rules about what shape to fold them into and what order to put them in the bundle.

He learned these rules the fastest when he was a child because he knew he was not as good as others in other aspects, so he could only do better than anyone else in these small things.

He folded one piece, placed it aside, then folded another piece and stacked them on top.

Three robes, two pairs of trousers, and a change of undergarments.

He thought for a moment, then rummaged through the box and pulled out a cotton-padded coat. Although it wasn't the season for wearing cotton-padded coats, who knew what might happen on the road.

He had worn this cotton-padded coat for many years; the cotton inside had long since hardened into clumps, like clods of earth in a field.

He squeezed the hard lumps, hesitated for a moment, and then stuffed them into the bottom of the bundle.

Let's just focus on the heavier parts; it's better than freezing to death.

The dry rations were wrapped in a piece of coarse cloth.

There were four flatbreads, all so hard they could kill someone if smashed; he had to use some force to break them apart.

The pickled vegetables were placed in a small earthenware jar, the mouth of which was sealed with oiled paper and then tied tightly with hemp rope to prevent leakage.

He couldn't bear to put those two eggs in the bundle, afraid of crushing them, so he wrapped them separately in a soft cloth and stuffed them in the side pocket of the bundle.

He had everything ready, tied up the bundle, and placed it on the bed board.

Then he picked up the short sword, measured it against his waist, and found the most convenient spot to attach it.

He turned to the side, keeping the scabbard close to his waist, so it wouldn't obstruct his movement and could be easily reached.

After he finished everything, he sat on the edge of the bed and suddenly felt like something was missing.

He rummaged through his bundle; everything was still there.

He touched his waist; the short sword was there.

He touched his chest; the jade pendant was still there.

Everything is here.

But he still felt something was missing.

He thought for a moment and remembered that thing.

He bent down, reached his hand to the bottom of the box, and felt around for a while.

The box was full of odds and ends, mostly worthless trinkets, and he couldn't bear to throw anything away.

He touched something hard, squeezed it, and then moved to another spot to continue touching it.

His fingers touched a cold metal object, which he pulled out from under a pile of old clothes.

That was a token.

Honorary Elder Token of the Spirit Hall.

The token was made of iron and engraved with the emblem of the Spirit Hall—an angel's sword with vines wrapped around it and a small flower blooming on the vines.

Below the badge are two lines of smaller text: one line reads "Hall of Spirits," and the other reads "Honorary Elder."

The edges of the token were worn smooth and rounded, like a stone that had been washed by a river for a long time.

Much of the paint on top had peeled off, revealing the dark gray sheet metal underneath, mottled and patchy, like a face covered in scabies.

He held the token, turning it over and over to examine it.

This was given to him by Bibi Dong herself back then.

He remembered that day very clearly.

No, it's not that he remembers it very clearly, it's that he will never forget it in his entire life.

Chapter 184 Yu Xiaogang's Memories

It was a sunny afternoon. Bibi Dong sat in the main seat, wearing a long purple dress, with her long hair draped over her shoulders and the ends slightly curled.

When she handed him the token, her fingers touched his, just a light touch, like a butterfly landing on a petal.

His heart nearly jumped out of his throat, and his face flushed red from his neck to his ears. He couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

Bibi Dong looked at him and smiled, her eyes curving like crescent moons.

“This is the honorary elder token of the Spirit Hall,” she said. “From today onwards, you are a member of the Spirit Hall.”

He said thank you, but his voice was so soft that he could barely hear it himself.

He kept his head down, not daring to look at her, because he was afraid that if he looked at her, he would be unable to help but say things he shouldn't have.

Those words had been bottled up in his heart for many years, starting when he was a teenager, and have been burning inside him ever since, causing him pain in his internal organs.

Later, he did become an honorary elder of the Spirit Hall, although it was just a nominal position with no real power, but at least he had a title.

With this token in hand, he ate and drank freely in various branches of the Spirit Hall, taking advantage of the situation quite a bit.

Sometimes when he went to the branch hall, even if the people there were not very nice after seeing his token, they would at least not kick him out.

Once, he was so poor that he couldn't afford to eat, so he took the token to a branch hall. The manager looked at it for a long time and then gave him five gold coins.

Five gold coins! That's enough for him to eat for several months.

He held the token, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

In those years, he survived, saved face, and retained a meager dignity thanks to this token.

But now that the Spirit Hall has become the Spirit Empire, is this token still useful?

he does not know.

Bibi Dong must have become an empress.

He didn't know whether he should call her Your Majesty, Teacher, or simply by her name.

But he knew that no matter what he called it, he couldn't bring himself to say it.

Because no name is quite right; they all seem to be separated by something.

Just like this token, it says "Spirit Hall" on it, but the Spirit Hall is no longer there. These three words have become an empty shell, with nothing inside.

He stroked the patterns on the token, his fingers tracing the angel's sword over and over again.

The paint was peeling off the blade the most, and it felt like cold iron, like well water in winter.

He knew that the token was likely already a piece of scrap metal.

But he couldn't bear to throw it away.

It's not about whether it's valuable or not, it's because that name is engraved on this token—not actually engraved on it, but engraved in his heart.

Every time he saw this token, he would think of that person, her eyes, her smile, and the way her hair curled slightly.

He tucked the token into his bosom, close to his chest, and placed it together with the jade pendant.