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

Ah Yin's hand rested on the door, very lightly, as if she were caressing something precious.

"I want to see the Holy Son."

Her voice was hoarse, but firm.

The guard remained silent for a moment.

"The Holy Son is not here."

Ah Yin's hand did not leave the door.

When will he be back?

"do not know."

Ah Yin withdrew her hand, leaned against the door, and slowly slid down to sit on the ground.

She didn't go back to the prayer mat; she just sat on the ground, hugging her knees and bowing her head.

She waited for a day and a night.

Ling Feng returned the following evening.

His injuries were not fully healed, and his soul power had only recovered to most of its original state. The Ice and Fire Dragon Wings were folded behind him, the left wing being ice blue and the right wing being crimson, and the cracks on the wings had not yet fully healed.

He went straight to the Hall of Offerings after returning from Sea Breeze City.

Qian Renxue helped him sit down and poured him a glass of water.

A guard walked in and knelt on one knee.

"Holy Son, the woman in the secret chamber wants to see you."

She said her name was A Yin, that she was the 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor, and Tang Hao's wife.

Ling Feng paused slightly in the hand holding the water glass.

Did she say anything?

The guard shook his head.

She didn't say.

"I only said I wanted to see you."

Ling Feng remained silent for a moment, then put down his water glass and stood up.

"Tell her to wait for me in the side hall."

When Ah Yin was led to the side hall, Ling Feng was already sitting there.

His Ice and Fire Dragon Wings were tucked behind his back, and his Coiled Dragon Staff lay horizontally on his knees.

His face was still a little pale, but his eyes were bright.

Qian Renxue stood beside him, the Holy Sword hanging at her waist, her nine soul rings pulsating up and down.

Ah Yin stood at the door, looking at him, at this thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy.

His aura was incredibly strong, many times stronger than that of the guards in the secret chamber.

She walked in with her head down and knelt before Ling Feng.

“My holy child… he is in the kindergarten in the east of the city.”

Today his martial soul awakened; it's Blue Silver Grass. I want to see him; I want to bring him back.

Ling Feng looked at her.

“You’ve been locked up here for so many years and have never made any demands.”

This is the first time.

Ah Yin lowered her head, tears falling drop by drop onto the floor.

"He is my child, the child I carried for ten months and gave birth to."

I handed him over to the farmers, thinking he would grow up safely, thinking he would never know his origins.

However, he awakened his martial soul, Blue Silver Grass.

He will be noticed, his background will be discovered, and he will be killed.

Ling Feng remained silent for a moment.

He knew who Ah Yin was talking about—that child, Tang San, Tang Hao's son, an important pawn in the Asura God's scheme.

If he lives, the Asura God has hope; if he dies, the Asura God will find another way.

Rather than letting him be controlled by the Asura God outside, it's better to keep him under our watchful eyes.

A six-year-old child with the martial soul Blue Silver Grass.

What waves can he stir up?

"can."

Ling Feng's voice was calm, "But he can't live with you."

He lives in the kindergarten, you live in the secret room.

You can meet, but someone from the Spirit Hall must be present.

Ah Yin raised her head and looked at Ling Feng, a glimmer of light appearing in her empty eyes.

"Thank you."

Ling Feng nodded.

Qian Renxue summoned a steward and instructed him to take A Yin to the East City Kindergarten.

Ah Yin stood up and followed the steward out of the side hall.

She walked quickly, as if afraid that if she slowed down she would lose sight of her son.

But when she reached the door, she suddenly stopped and looked back at Ling Feng.

The boy sat in the chair, head down, his fingers gently tracing the patterns on the dragon-patterned staff.

His profile was quiet, revealing no expression.

Ah Yin withdrew her gaze and walked out.

Ling Feng sat in the side hall, without moving.

Qian Renxue looked at him.

"What are you thinking?"

Ling Feng remained silent for a moment.

"I'm thinking about that child."

Qian Renxue walked to his side.

"Are you afraid he'll become an enemy of the Spirit Hall in the future?"

Ling Feng shook his head.

He won't make it.

He grew up in the Spirit Hall, studied there, and cultivated there.

His friends are children of the Spirit Hall, his teacher is a deacon of the Spirit Hall, and his faith is the teachings of the Spirit Hall.

He will grow up and become a member of the Spirit Hall.

Qian Renxue looked at him.

"you sure?"

Ling Feng raised his head and looked into her eyes.

"uncertain.

But I want to give it a try.

Chengdong Kindergarten.

It was almost dark when Ah Yin got off the carriage.

The setting sun hung in the sky, turning the entire kindergarten golden.

The children had already left school, and the yard was empty except for a few teachers who were still packing up their teaching materials.

Ah Yin stood at the door, looking at the iron gate, at the plaque above the door that read "Martial Soul Kindergarten", and at the old locust tree in the yard.

The deacon went in and spoke a few words to the headmaster.

The principal's expression changed. He glanced at Ah Yin, then turned and walked into the classroom.

A moment later, he came out leading a small, thin boy.

Wang San.

He was six years old, not very tall, thin, and a little pale, but his eyes were dark and bright.

He looked at Ah Yin with curiosity, at this unfamiliar woman in white, wondering who she was.

Ah Yin squatted down, looked at him, and tears silently streamed down her face.

She reached out, wanting to touch his face, but her hand froze in mid-air, afraid to fall.

"The mistress..."

Her voice was hoarse, "Your mother has come to pick you up."

Wang San was stunned for a moment.

He has a mother; Li Cuihua is his mother.

But he knew that she wasn't his biological mother. He had heard from the villagers that he had been brought to the village by a man and was not Wang Laoshi and Li Cuihua's biological son.

He looked at the woman in white before him, at her tearful eyes, at her slightly trembling hands, and didn't know what to say.

Ah Yin's hand finally fell and gently placed on his head.

His hair was soft, like spring grass.