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

Zhu Zhuqing returned to the east wing, sat by the window, and looked at the sunlight 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.

Ling Feng stood by the window of the offering hall, looking at the sunlight outside.

He tapped his fingers lightly twice on the window frame.

Qian Renxue stood beside him. "What are you thinking about?"

Ling Feng looked at her. "Thinking about the Sun and Moon Continent."

Qian Renxue was silent for a moment. "One more year."

Ling Feng nodded. "One year."

soon."

Qian Renxue looked at him. "Are you scared?"

Ling Feng looked at her. "Don't be afraid."

Qian Renxue smiled. "I'm not afraid either."

The two looked at each other but said nothing.

Sunlight streamed in through the window and shone on them.

On the distant city wall, the banner of the Martial Soul Empire fluttered in the wind.

Night falls.

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

Her soul power was much stronger than before, reaching the peak of level 33, just one thin membrane away from level 34.

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

She had a dream about Dai Mubai.

He stood before her, blond, with fierce eyes and a cynical smile playing on his lips.

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

She watched him, neither scolding nor hitting him, but simply said, "Coward."

He was stunned.

She turned around and left.

wake up.

Zhu Zhuqing opened her eyes. There were insects chirping outside the window, and moonlight shone in through the window screen.

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 stared at it for a long time, then smashed the jade pendant to pieces and lay down again.

She closed her eyes, a slight smile playing on her lips.

What kind of person is Dai Mubai? Does he even deserve it?

The next morning, Zhu Zhuqing stood in front of Ling Feng's door as usual, holding a copper basin.

Her hand was a little sore. She had used too much force when she smashed the jade pendant last night, and a small cut had broken off at the base of her thumb. The blood had dried and formed a hard black scab.

She didn't bandage it, nor did she tell anyone; she simply covered it with her sleeve.

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

Zhu Zhuqing pushed open the door and went in.

Ling Feng had already gotten up and was sitting on the edge of the bed, his black hair loose, barefoot, holding a book in his hand, reading.

He looked very focused as he read, his brows slightly furrowed and his lips pressed into a thin line.

Zhu Zhuqing placed the copper basin on the shelf, stepped aside, and waited.

Ling Feng didn't look up, turned the page, and continued reading.

Zhu Zhuqing stood there for a while, then couldn't help but speak.

"Holy Son, the water is cold."

Ling Feng looked up at her, closed the book, stood up, walked to the copper basin, and bent down to wash his face.

Zhu Zhuqing noticed that his movements were slow, as if he was thinking about something.

He washed his face, dried it, threw the towel into the basin, and turned to look at her.

"What happened to your hand?" Ling Feng's gaze fell on her sleeve, where there was a bloodstain.

Zhu Zhuqing pulled her hands behind her back. "It's nothing."

I accidentally scratched it.

Ling Feng looked at her but didn't ask any further questions. "Follow me."

He walked out of the room.

Zhu Zhuqing followed behind him, feeling a sense of relief.

On the training ground, Jin Chen was already practicing.

He didn't practice the Sea God Halberd Technique today; instead, he was running, circling the training ground—one lap, two laps, three laps…

He ran very fast, sweat streaming down his back.

Seeing Ling Feng approaching, he stopped and gasped for breath.

"Boss, why are you here so early today?"

Ling Feng looked at him. "How many laps did you run?"

Jin Chen thought for a moment. "Twenty laps."

Ling Feng nodded. "Continue."

Jin Chen looked distressed. "Boss, my legs are weak."

Ling Feng looked at him. "You ate three bowls of rice, two bowls of spicy soup, and a basket of steamed buns yesterday."

If you don't run, where did those things go?

Jin Chen opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

He lowered his head and kept running.

Chapter 250 This is Home

Ning Rongrong ran out of the offering hall, the Nine-Treasure Glazed Pagoda spinning in her palm.

She wore a light yellow dress today, with two pigtails, and her little face was rosy.

Seeing Jin Chen running, she covered her mouth and laughed. "Brother Jin Chen, you run so slowly!"

Jin Chen glared at her. "You try running it yourself?"

Ning Rongrong tilted her head. "I don't need to run."

I am a support-type Soul Master, responsible for healing.

You're injured, I'll heal you.

You're exhausted, I'll boost your morale.

"If you die, I will mourn for you."

Jin Chen almost tripped and fell. "Ning Rongrong!"

Ning Rongrong stuck out her tongue and ran behind Zhu Zhuqing. "Sister Zhuqing, save me!"

Zhu Zhuqing looked at Ning Rongrong, a slight smile playing on her lips. "He can't catch up with you."

Ning Rongrong smiled. "Of course."

I can run really fast.

Dugu Yan walked out of the offering hall, dressed in a dark green outfit, her long dark green hair tied in a ponytail, and a short sword hanging at her waist.

She walked up to Ling Feng and glanced at him. "Brother Ling Feng, do you have a mission today?"

Ling Feng shook his head. "No."

You can arrange it yourselves.

Dugu Yan nodded and turned to look at Hu Liena. "Nana, shall we go to the Star Dou Great Forest?"

Hu Liena emerged from the shrine, dressed in red, her long red hair cascading over her shoulders. She held a folding fan in her hand, on which was painted a fox. "Going to the Star Dou Great Forest? What for?"

Dugu Yan thought for a moment. "I'll hunt down a ten-thousand-year-old soul beast and make your eighth soul ring."

Hu Liena's brow twitched slightly. "I'm level 61 now, my eighth spirit ring is still a long way off."

Dugu Yan looked at her. "Prepare early."

Ten-thousand-year-old soul beasts are hard to find.

Hu Liena nodded. "Okay."

"Then let's go."

Xie Yue and Yan also came out.

Xie Yue was dressed in black, with a cold and stern face, and held two moon blades in his hands.

Yan was dressed in a red outfit, with a burly build and fiery red hair.

Xie Yue looked at Dugu Yan. "I'll go too."

Yan nodded. "I'll go too."

Dugu Yan glanced at them. "Many hands make light work."