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

The two things collided and made a soft sound, like a sigh.

This is his only connection to that name.

Yu Xiaogang carried her bundle and walked out of the dormitory.

His dormitory was in a corner of the college's backyard, one of several old bungalows.

The window paper had several holes, and the wind blowing in made a whistling sound, like it was crying.

He closed the door, but didn't lock it.

There was nothing worth stealing in the house, so it didn't matter whether it was locked or not.

The students are having class in the courtyard.

The innocent voices of children came from the classroom and echoed in the courtyard.

They were reciting the basics of martial spirit cultivation; the teacher would read a sentence, and the children would repeat it after him.

Those sounds were as crisp as bells, and as soft as freshly baked bread, sweet and sticky, making one's heart melt.

"...The Martial Soul is the foundation of a Soul Master; the quality of the Martial Soul determines the upper limit of a Soul Master's potential..."

"...Innate soul power is divided into ten levels, and those with full innate soul power are one in ten thousand..."

"...The Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony is usually held at the age of six, and is presided over by a specialist sent by the Spirit Hall..."

The children swayed their heads and recited with great seriousness.

Some children read quickly, like a machine gun, bursting out words one after another; others read slowly, squeezing out each word one by one, like squeezing toothpaste.

One child misread a word, and the other children laughed at him. Then the teacher tapped the table, the laughter stopped, and everyone started reading again.

Yu Xiaogang stood outside the window and listened for a while.

He saw that the children were no more than eight or nine years old, and the youngest were only five or six. They were all dressed in neat school uniforms, with their hair combed neatly, and some of them even had a small flower pinned behind their ears.

They sat there, their small bodies ramrod straight, their hands neatly placed on the table, their eyes fixed on their textbooks, their mouths opening and closing.

He thought of his childhood.

He did the same, sitting in the classroom, listening to the teacher explain the theory of martial spirit.

The Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family's school was much larger and more imposing than this place, with dragons carved on the beams and lightning bolts engraved on the pillars, giving it a majestic and solemn feel as soon as you entered.

He was the most diligent student in the class, but also the least popular.

Because he doesn't have the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex.

His martial spirit was just a failed mutation of Luo Sanpao.

Luo Sanpao, a creature that's neither a dog nor a pig.

It can't fly, breathe fire, or generate electricity; it can only fart, and its farts are rather smelly.

Others' martial souls are the majestic Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex, with lightning crackling around its body, capable of shattering rocks with a single gulp.

His martial spirit is Luo Sanpao, a useless person who can do nothing but eat and sleep.

Everyone said he was a piece of trash.

They said he disgraced the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family.

They said his parents were pitiful for giving birth to such a useless child.

He sat in the last row of the classroom, and no one wanted to sit with him.

His deskmates changed one after another, and he would go to the teacher to ask to change seats before he could stay with each one for more than three days, because Yu Xiaogang's martial spirit smelled too bad.

The teacher also found him annoying, never calling his name in class, and always checking his homework last when grading it.

He was the most attentive student in the class, took the most comprehensive notes, wrote the neatest homework, and consistently ranked among the top students in exams.

But nobody cares about these things.

There's only one thing they care about—what your martial spirit is.

If you don't have a good martial spirit, no matter how well you learn, it's useless.

This world is just so unfair. From the moment you are born, your destiny is written in your martial spirit.

He stood outside the window, looking at the children, and suddenly felt his eyes well up with tears.

He didn't know how many of these children would become powerful Soul Masters in the future, or how many would become like him, a useless person, someone who was unwelcome wherever they went.

He turned to leave, but saw Dean Ma walking towards him.

Teacher Ma is a middle-aged man, not very tall, and slightly overweight.

He wore a long blue robe, his hair was held back with a wooden hairpin, and he always had a kind and gentle expression on his face.

He walks slowly and with small steps, but very steadily, like a leisurely old cat.

Teacher Ma approached and was taken aback when he saw Yu Xiaogang carrying a bundle on her back.

The pause was brief, less than a second, but Yu Xiaogang saw it.

He suddenly felt a pang of sadness, because he knew why Teacher Ma had been stunned.

Teacher Ma must be thinking, "This old man is finally leaving."

Chapter 185 The Journey

The silence was long, so long that Teacher Ma thought he didn't want to answer anymore.

The wind blew through the courtyard, ruffling the white hair at Yu Xiaogang's temples and also stirring the hem of Teacher Ma's blue long gown.

In the distance, the sound of children reading aloud continued in the classroom, rising and falling like waves.

"Find someone."

Yu Xiaogang said.

Just two words, no explanation, no description, and no request.

He simply stated what he wanted to do and did not require anyone's approval.

Teacher Ma opened her mouth, as if to say something.

His lips moved several times, like a stranded fish breathing.

He probably wanted to say, "Are you crazy?", "You'll die if you go there?", "What kind of person can a good-for-nothing like you find there?", but in the end he said nothing.

He patted Yu Xiaogang on the shoulder.

The patting motion was very light, as light as a feather landing on the shoulder.

But Yu Xiaogang felt the weight of that action, which was heavier than any words.

That gesture contained apology, guilt, a little reluctance, and even more—a sense of relief.

"Take care of yourself."

Teacher Ma said.

Yu Xiaogang nodded without saying a word.

He turned around and walked slowly toward the main gate of the academy.

His right leg is not good, and he walks with a limp. Each step is half a beat slower than his left leg, like an old clock with a broken metronome.

His bundle swayed gently on his back, and his short sword tapped against his thigh repeatedly at his waist.

He didn't turn around.

He didn't look back at the college where he had lived for several years, he didn't look back at Teacher Ma standing there watching him go, and he didn't look back at the children reading in the classroom.

Because if you turn back, you might not be able to leave.

It wasn't because he couldn't bear to part with it, but because if he looked back, he would see the path he had walked in his life, so long, so very long, stretching to the horizon, yet every single one of them was a dead end.

The journey from Soto City to Wuhun City is long.

First, you need to go to Tiandou City, which is the capital of the Tiandou Empire and is more than ten times larger than Soto City.

Hundreds of miles north of Tiandou City, after crossing several mountains and traversing a wasteland, one can finally see the walls of Wuhun City in the distance.

Yu Xiaogang walked very slowly.

He had a leg injury. When he was a child, his cousins ​​in the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family bullied him and broke his legs twice.

My left leg was broken the first time, and I was bedridden for three months before I could barely get out of bed.

The second time, his right leg was broken, and the injury was more severe. A piece of bone was broken, and after it was set, it was shorter than his left leg, so he walked with a limp.

Now that he's old, the old injuries on his legs are starting to bother him.

He had to rest for half an hour after walking for an hour. Sometimes, he couldn't even walk for an hour before his knees felt like they were being pricked with needles. The pain made him break out in a cold sweat, his lips turn white, and he curled up by the roadside like an injured old dog.

But he didn't stop.

He sat down against a big tree, put his bundle on his lap, took out his water bag and took a sip of water.

The water was cold, flowing down his throat and into his stomach, sending a chill through him.

He broke off a small piece of the flatbread and chewed it slowly in his mouth.

The flatbread was so hard it hurt his teeth; it took him a long time to chew it properly. When he swallowed it, he choked a little and quickly drank some water.

Occasionally, pedestrians would pass by on the roadside; some rode horses, some took cars, and some walked like him.

No one stopped to look at him, and no one asked him where he was going.

He sat there, like a ghost, the wind blowing past him, carrying away the smell of his old clothes and dry rations mixed together.

He recalled that when he was young, walking was not a problem.

He remembered one year when he walked from the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan to Wuhun City. It took him a whole month to walk, and he wore out three pairs of shoes. His feet were covered in blisters, but he never stopped.

He was only in his early twenties then, full of boundless energy, with a burning fire inside him that made him feel incredibly hot.

At that time, he went to find Bibi Dong.

He went to Wuhun City to find Bibi Dong, carrying a manuscript of his research on Wuhun theory, which he had spent three years writing.

That was the culmination of his life's work, containing all his research findings on the evolution, mutation, and inheritance of martial spirits.