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

She looked at Zhu Zhuqing. "The Martial Souls are the core of the Martial Soul Empire, the place with the most and strongest Soul Masters on the entire continent."

This place doesn't support idlers or the weak.

Since you're here, you should be mentally prepared.

Zhu Zhuqing looked at Dugu Yan, Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan, and at the lofty spirit rings on their bodies, and a strange and indescribable emotion welled up in her heart.

In the Star Luo Empire, she was a genius.

At twelve years old, a three-ring Soul Master, the eldest daughter of the Zhu family, and Dai Mubai's fiancée, everyone said she had a bright future.

But in Wuhun Capital, in front of these people, she was nothing, just a lowly maid, a country bumpkin from a remote empire who had never seen the world.

"I will try my best." Her voice was calm.

Dugu Yan glanced at her, said nothing, and turned to walk out of the weapons shop.

Hu Liena followed behind her, and when they reached the door, she glanced back at Zhu Zhuqing. "The soul bone in your left arm is quite good."

Practice hard.

"Once you reach the Soul Sect, I can spar with you."

Zhu Zhuqing lowered her head. "Thank you."

Xie Yue and Yan also left.

Only Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong remained in the weapons shop.

Ning Rongrong held her hand. "Sister Zhuqing, don't be sad."

Sister Yan and the others meant no harm; they're just... not very good at talking.

Zhu Zhuqing shook her head. "I'm not sad."

They are right.

I'm definitely not strong enough.

Ning Rongrong looked at her, her eyes a little red. "Sister Zhuqing, you're already amazing."

You've only been here a month, yet you've already broken through to level three and absorbed a 50,000-year-old soul bone.

"Once you've been in Martial Soul City for a year, you'll definitely reach the Soul Sect level."

Zhu Zhuqing looked at Ning Rongrong, her clear eyes filled with sincerity.

She suddenly smiled, a very faint smile. "Thank you, Rongrong."

As evening fell, Zhu Zhuqing returned to the offering hall.

She stood by the window of the east wing, gazing at the setting sun outside.

Her left arm was still throbbing slightly, a lingering effect of the fusion of her soul and body.

She clenched her fist, the strength in her left arm giving her peace of mind.

Dugu Yan is right. Martial spirits don't support idlers or the weak.

Now that she's here, she needs to become stronger, strong enough to shut everyone up.

She thought of Dai Mubai, her fiancée whom she had never met.

She didn't know where he was, what he was doing, or if he would ever come back. All she knew was that he had abandoned her.

Does she hate him?

Not really.

But she wanted him to know that he didn't deserve it.

Late at night, Zhu Zhuqing sat on the bed and circulated her soul power through a full cycle.

Her soul power was much stronger than before, at the peak of level 30, only a thin membrane away from level 31.

She withdrew her soul power, lay down, and closed her eyes.

She had a dream about Dai Mubai, about him standing in front of her, with blond hair, tiger-like eyes, and a cynical smile on his lips.

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

She wanted to yell at him, hit him, and throw the jade pendant in his face.

But she couldn't open her mouth or move her hands.

She suddenly opened her eyes. There were insects chirping outside the window, and moonlight shone through the curtains onto her face.

She sat up and took the jade pendant out of her bundle.

The jade pendant is entirely emerald green, with a white tiger carved on it, its eyes wide open in anger, lifelike.

She looked at it for a long time, then put the jade pendant back in her bundle and lay down again.

The next morning, Zhu Zhuqing served Ling Feng as usual, helping him wash up.

Ling Feng finished washing his face and looked at her. "Did you run into Dugu Yan yesterday?"

Zhu Zhuqing nodded. "Mm."

Ling Feng looked at her. "What did she say?"

Zhu Zhuqing hesitated for a moment. "She said that martial spirits don't support idlers or the weak."

She said I wasn't strong enough.

Chapter 242 Integration, Recruitment by the God of Destruction

Ling Feng nodded. "She's right."

You're definitely not strong enough.

Zhu Zhuqing lowered her head. "I know."

Ling Feng looked at her. "But you are stronger than her."

Zhu Zhuqing was taken aback.

Ling Feng didn't explain, turned around and walked out of the room. "Follow me."

Zhu Zhuqing followed behind him, her mind filled with doubt.

The days passed by.

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

She didn't speak, but simply followed quietly behind.

Ling Feng didn't speak to her, and rarely even looked at her.

But she didn't care; what she cared about was cultivation.

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

Her soul power was increasing: level 31, level 32, level 33.

Her movements became faster and faster, and her martial spirit became more and more solid.

Ning Rongrong would come to see her every day. Sometimes she would take her to Wuhun City, sometimes she would take her out for a good meal, and sometimes she would just sit in her room and chat without doing anything else.

Zhu Zhuqing began to get used to having Ning Rongrong by her side, and she gradually became more talkative, although still not much, but at least she would smile.

Jin Chen would occasionally come to see her.

He was a few years older than her, but he spoke like a child, always laughing and joking, never serious.

He taught her the Sea God Halberd Technique. Although her martial soul was not a trident, Jin Chen said that halberd techniques and claw techniques had something in common, both emphasizing speed and power.

Zhu Zhuqing tried practicing for a few days and found it was indeed effective; her claw techniques became even more ferocious than before.

Dugu Yan and Hu Liena would occasionally come to visit her.

They wouldn't be as enthusiastic as Ning Rongrong, nor as carefree as Jin Chen.

They simply stood at a distance, watching Zhu Zhuqing cultivate, and after a while, they turned and left.

Zhu Zhuqing didn't know what they were thinking, but she knew they were paying attention to her, which made her a little nervous, but also motivated.

Life in Wuhun Capital was peaceful, as peaceful as a still lake.

Zhu Zhuqing spent every day cultivating, cultivating, and cultivating again.

She had no friends, only Ning Rongrong.

No one bullied her, and no one cared about her.

She simply cultivated herself in silence.

But she knew that the peace in the Martial Soul Capital was only on the surface.

The Martial Soul Empire is preparing for war. The Sun Moon Continent is coming, and the war in the God Realm is also continuing. This place will soon become the center of the storm.

She didn't know if she would live to see that day, but she knew she had to become stronger, strong enough to protect herself and the Star Luo Empire.

Zhu Zhuqing stood on the training ground, gazing at the distant sky, and silently uttered a sentence in her heart.

Dai Mubai, you just wait.

I'll show you that you don't deserve it.

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Martial Soul Capital, Hall of Worship.

Night had fallen, and the candlelight flickered gently on the bronze lamp stand, casting long shadows of the seven worshippers in the hall.

Qian Daoliu sat in the main seat with his eyes closed, as if he were meditating, or as if he were waiting for someone.

Golden Crocodile Douluo leaned against a pillar, arms crossed, his golden vertical pupils half-open and half-closed.

Qianjun Douluo and Jiangmo Douluo spoke in hushed tones, Qingluan Douluo stood with his hands behind his back, Xiongshi Douluo sat cross-legged on the ground, and Guangling Douluo stood in the corner, his crossbow bolts stopped spinning.

They've been sitting here all night.

Ling Feng stood in the center of the hall, with Qian Renxue standing beside him.

Zhu Zhuqing stood under the corridor outside the hall, and through the door, she could vaguely see the candlelight and figures inside.