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

She didn't continue speaking, turned around and walked out of the offering hall.

Zhu Zhuqing stood in the main hall, looking up at the huge angel statue.

The statue's gaze was compassionate and merciful, as if it were taking pity on this little girl who had come from afar and was at the mercy of fate.

She lowered her head and gripped the bundle in her hands tightly.

Night fell.

Zhu Zhuqing sat by the window in the east wing, gazing at the moon outside.

The moon in Wuhun City was brighter than that in Xingluo City, almost blindingly so.

The moonlight shone on her face, revealing the confusion and stubbornness in her eyes.

She didn't want to come, but she came anyway.

She didn't want to be a maid, but she did.

She didn't know what awaited her; perhaps the Holy Son would drive her away tomorrow, or perhaps the Empress would make her leave the day after.

she does not know.

All she knew was that she couldn't go back; going back meant failure, and it would bring shame to the Star Luo Empire.

She looked down at the jade pendant in her hand, Dai Mubai's jade pendant.

She had never met him, only knowing that he was fifteen years old, a level forty-three Soul Master, and had very high talent.

He ran away, leaving her to face everything alone.

Does she hate him?

Not really.

She just felt resentful.

She gripped the jade pendant tightly.

"Dai Mubai, you wait. One day, I will make you realize that you are not worthy."

She threw the jade pendant into her bundle and closed the window.

The next morning, Zhu Zhuqing changed into a plain white dress, tied her long black hair into a ponytail, revealing a section of her snow-white neck.

She carried the copper basin, walked to Ling Feng's door, took a deep breath, and raised her hand to knock.

She didn't want to come, but she came anyway.

She didn't want to be a maid, but she already was.

She can only do her best.

"Come in," Ling Feng's voice came from inside.

She pushed open the door, placed the copper basin on the shelf, and stepped aside.

Ling Feng stood up, walked to the copper basin, and bent down to wash his face.

Zhu Zhuqing stood behind him, watching his back.

"You hate Dai Mubai?" Ling Feng suddenly asked.

Zhu Zhuqing was taken aback. "I don't hate you."

Ling Feng straightened up and wiped the water droplets from his face. "Then who do you hate?"

Zhu Zhuqing remained silent for a moment. "I hate myself. I had no choice."

Ling Feng turned around and looked at her.

"You have no choice, but you can change. Become stronger, and then you'll have choices."

He walked out of the room. "Follow me."

Zhu Zhuqing followed behind him, keeping a distance of three steps.

The days passed by.

Zhu Zhuqing gradually got used to life in Wuhun Capital.

Every morning she would help Ling Feng wash up, and then follow him to the sacrificial hall and the martial arts arena.

Ling Feng didn't speak to her, and she didn't speak either.

She followed him quietly, like a shadow.

Her cultivation resources in Wuhun Capital were far better than those in Xingluo City; the library in the Offering Hall contained countless cultivation manuals.

Chapter 240 Absorbing Soul Bones

The training ground has sparring partners at the level of Title Douluo, and the medicine pavilion has various spiritual medicines to enhance soul power.

She cultivated until late at night every day, and then appeared in front of Lingfeng Gate on time the next morning.

A month later, her soul power increased from level 27 to level 30.

She didn't tell Ling Feng, and Ling Feng didn't ask.

But on the night she broke through to level 30, Ling Feng had someone deliver a ten-thousand-year-old soul bone to her.

Zhu Zhuqing stared at the soul bone, stunned.

"The Holy Son said this is for you. Cultivate diligently and don't bring shame to Xingluo." The deacon who delivered the soul bone finished speaking and left.

Zhu Zhuqing held the soul bone in her hands and remained silent for a long time.

She didn't refuse because she needed it.

Meanwhile, at the faraway Shrek Academy, a blond boy was training frantically in the training ground.

He smashed the wooden stake in front of him with a single punch, golden soul power surged around him, and the phantom of the white tiger roared behind him.

Dai Mubai, 15 years old, Level 33 Soul Master.

He raised his head, looking in the direction of Martial Soul Capital, a trace of guilt flashing in his eyes.

Zhu Qing, I'm sorry.

When I become stronger, I will come back to find you.

He lowered his head and continued his cultivation.

……

As night fell, the lights of Wuhun City lit up one after another.

Zhu Zhuqing sat on the bed in the east wing, holding the soul bone in her hands, the candlelight casting flickering shadows on her face.

The soul bone was entirely black, with faint silver patterns flowing across it, resembling a curled-up cat's tail, creating a subtle resonance with the Netherworld Cat Martial Soul within her body.

She could feel the soul bone trembling slightly, as if it were calling out to her, or as if it were testing her.

Soul bones that last for ten thousand years.

Something she had never touched in her entire life.

In the Star Luo Empire, ten-thousand-year soul bones are treasures of the royal family and top families. Even her father, Duke Zhu Tianyun of the White Tiger Clan, only had a leg bone with thirty thousand years of cultivation.

The piece in her hand is at least 50,000 years old.

The Holy Son gave it to her casually, as if it were a worthless trinket.

Zhu Zhuqing couldn't quite describe the feeling in her heart; there was gratitude, fear, and a touch of bitterness that she couldn't quite put her finger on.

She didn't need his charity, but she needed this soul bone; she needed it desperately.

She took a deep breath and placed the soul bone on her left arm.

The moment the soul bone entered her body, a cool power surged from her arm into her body, spreading throughout her entire body along her meridians.

Her body began to tremble, fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and the clothes on her left arm were torn, revealing a section of her fair arm.

Silver patterns appeared on her arm, exactly the same as those on the soul bone, as if a silver snake was crawling under her skin.

pain.

It hurts.

It was as if someone was carving words into her bones with a knife, each stroke cutting to the bone.

Zhu Zhuqing gritted her teeth and remained silent.

She started cultivating at the age of six, enduring countless hardships, breaking her leg, snapping her arm, being scratched by soul beasts, and suffering backlash from soul power, but she never uttered a sound of pain.

But this time, she almost shouted it out.

The power of the ten-thousand-year-old soul bone was too violent, far exceeding the limits of what a three-ring Soul Master like her could withstand.

Her consciousness began to blur, and she saw double images before her eyes.

In a daze, she seemed to see Dai Mubai, her fiancée whom she had never met, with blonde hair, tiger-like eyes, and a cynical smile on her lips.

He said, "Zhuqing, I'm sorry."

She wanted to curse him, hit him, and throw the jade pendant in his face, but she couldn't open her mouth.

Her consciousness grew increasingly blurred, and the white tiger before her vanished, replaced by darkness, an endless expanse of darkness.

She felt herself falling, falling into an abyss, falling into hell.

She tried to grab onto something, but there was nothing around her.

Just then, a hand reached out from the darkness and grasped her hand.

That hand was big and warm, with rough calluses on the palm.

Zhu Zhuqing suddenly opened her eyes.

The candlelight was still flickering, and insects were chirping outside the window.

She lay on the bed, covered in sweat, her clothes soaked and clinging to her body.

The silver patterns on her left arm had faded, replaced by a black soul bone that had merged with her arm.

She clenched her fist, her left arm brimming with power, more than twice as strong as her right.