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

The craftsman, Wu, took out a list from his pocket and handed it to Ling Feng.

“These are all rare ores. Some of the Martial Soul Empires have reserves, but some of the veins are not under our control.”

Ling Feng took the list and glanced at it.

"Send the list to Wuhun Capital and let the Empress allocate it. If anything is missing, send someone to find it."

Craftsman Wu clasped his hands in a fist salute.

"Yes!"

Ling Feng told him to do it, and continued to stand on the city wall.

Jin Chen took the empty bowl down, then came back and rubbed his hands together.

"Boss, how long do you think this war will last?"

Ling Feng remained silent for a long time.

"I don't know. Maybe a year, maybe two years, maybe longer."

Jin Chen sighed.

"I'm starting to miss home."

Ling Feng looked at him.

"Then let's go back and take a look."

Jin Chen shook his head.

"No. If the boss doesn't leave, I won't leave either."

Ling Feng remained silent.

Three days later, the Martial Souls sent over a batch of supplies and a piece of intelligence.

Qian Renxue arrived in person. She landed on the city wall and handed the intelligence to Ling Feng. Ling Feng unfolded the intelligence, read it, and remained silent for a long time.

Qianrenxue asked:

"Xu Tianxing is dead?"

Ling Feng nodded.

"Seven days ago, he succumbed to his injuries."

Qian Renxue remained silent for a moment.

"Who's in charge on the Sun and Moon Continent now?"

Ling Feng shook his head.

"I don't know. The intelligence says that several generals are vying for power, and Xu Shaoyang can't control the situation. The court is in chaos."

Qian Renxue thought for a moment.

"This is a good thing for us."

Ling Feng nodded.

"It's a good thing. But it will also make the situation more complicated."

On the walls of Sea Breeze City, torches flickered in the wind, looking from afar like a string of fallen stars.

The soldiers were unaware of what was happening in the distance; all they knew was that the Sun and Moon Continent would not be coming for the time being.

For them, this news was enough.

They began to relax; some sat chatting by the wall, some went back to the barracks to sleep, and some went to the cookhouse to beg for food.

The large pit at the foot of the city wall has been filled in, and a thin layer of lime has been sprinkled on it, leaving no trace.

The sea breeze carries a fishy smell, but it's much less fishy than it was a few days ago.

Ling Feng stood at the highest point of the city wall, gazing at the horizon.

Behind him was a city slowly recovering its vitality, where everyone was waiting for news that might come at any time.

He didn't know how much longer he could wait, but he knew he would keep waiting.

Jin Chen didn't leave. He sat on the battlement not far away, with the Trident of Poseidon lying across his lap, a blade of grass between his teeth, humming an unknown tune.

His gaze fell on Ling Feng, carrying an inexplicable sense of reassurance.

The sun rose, turning the entire sea surface into a golden hue.

Ling Feng stared at the golden expanse without saying a word.

The war had lasted so long that he could no longer remember what life was like without war.

But he knew that one day it would end.

At that time, he will stand here, watching the sun rise from the sea and seeing peace return to this land.

He believed that day was not far off.

Thirteen days after news of Xu Tianxing's death reached the Sun and Moon Continent, an uninvited guest arrived in Sea Breeze City.

He was a middle-aged man wearing a gray robe, with a thin face and a scholarly air about him. He had a jade pendant hanging from his waist, which was engraved with the emblem of the Sun and Moon Empire.

He was the Minister of Rites of the Sun Moon Continent, surnamed Lin, named Huaiyuan, and was one of the few civil officials in the Sun Moon Empire.

While waiting for his announcement at the dock, he was humble, accompanied only by two attendants. He had no army, no weapons, and only a letter sealed with sealing wax.

Ling Feng received him in the council hall.

Lin Huaiyuan entered the hall, presented the letter, folded his hands, bowed deeply, and adopted an extremely humble posture.

"Lin Huaiyuan, Minister of Rites of the Sun Moon Empire, has come to deliver the official letter on the orders of His Highness the Crown Prince."

Ling Feng took the letter, removed the sealing wax, and unfolded the letter to read it.

The letter was long, the handwriting was neat, and every word seemed to have been carefully considered before being written, but the content was surprisingly simple—to ask for a sum.

The letter stated that the Sun Moon Empire was willing to cede five coastal islands, pay tribute annually with gold, ores, and soul tool blueprints, and promised never to invade the Douluo Continent.

All they ask is that the Martial Soul Empire acknowledges the existence of the Sun Moon Empire, retains the name of the Sun Moon Empire, and allows the people of the Sun Moon Empire to survive.

Jin Chen, standing behind Ling Feng, couldn't help but raise an eyebrow upon hearing this condition.

"Five islands? Tribute? Didn't you say three last time?"

Lin Huaiyuan didn't look at him; his gaze remained fixed on Ling Feng.

"Holy Son, the Sun and Moon Empire has reached a dead end."

With the passing of His Majesty Xu Tianxing, the court was in turmoil, regional princes were stirring up trouble, and the people were suffering terribly.

His Highness the Crown Prince doesn't not want to fight; he simply can't continue.

The people of the Sun and Moon Empire no longer want to fight.

Ling Feng put down the letter and looked at Lin Huaiyuan.

Why isn't Xu Shaoyang here?

Lin Huaiyuan lowered his head.

"His Highness the Crown Prince is unwell and is unable to travel far."

"By order of the Crown Prince, I represent the Sun Moon Empire in negotiations with the Holy Son."

Chapter 280 The War Ends

Ling Feng remained silent for a moment.

"I accept peace talks."

But there's one condition.

Lin Huaiyuan raised his head.

“Please speak, Your Majesty.”

Ling Feng looked at him.

"Xu Shaoyang personally came to Haifeng City to sign the contract."

The Crown Prince of the Sun Moon Empire must show sincerity.

Lin Huaiyuan remained silent for a long time.

"Your Majesty, I will convey the words of the Holy Son to His Highness the Crown Prince."

The negotiations lasted for half a month.

Over the course of half a month, Lin Huaiyuan traveled back and forth between Sea Breeze City and Sun Moon Continent, exchanging letters back and forth until the details of the peace treaty were finalized.

When the last letter reached Ling Feng, he was on the city wall looking out at the sea.

The letter contained only one sentence, written in Xu Shaoyang's handwriting: "Ten days from now, I will personally come to Haifeng City to sign the contract."

After reading the letter, Ling Feng folded it and put it in his pocket.

Ten days later, the docks of Sea Breeze City welcomed a ship unlike any other warship before—it had no flags, no weapons, only a white sail that fluttered slowly in the morning breeze.

When Xu Shaoyang stepped off the ship, he was wearing a simple blue robe, without a crown or dragon robe, and was followed by only a few civil officials, without a single soldier.

His face was as pale as paper, and his steps were slightly unsteady, but his gaze was calm.

He walked up to Ling Feng, stopped, and bowed to him.

"I've arrived, Qing Gu Ling Feng."

The treaty was signed in the council chamber of Sea Breeze City.

The two sides sat on opposite sides of a long table, on which lay a parchment filled with terms and conditions.

Ling Feng sat in the main seat, and Qian Renxue sat to his left.

Jin Chen, Jin E Douluo, Qian Jun Douluo, and Jiang Mo Douluo sat behind him.

Xu Shaoyang sat opposite him, with several of his civil officials and Lin Huaiyuan, the Minister of Rites, behind him.

No one spoke; the only sound was the scratching of the pen tip moving across the parchment.