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

The next morning, Tang San changed into a neat set of shorts and stood in the center of the training ground.

Jin Chen walked in carrying the Trident of Poseidon, his steps light and quick. He casually leaned the trident against the side of the field and showed off his fist.

"I won't use that today, I'll fight you empty-handed."

Tang San nodded and assumed a starting stance.

Jin Chen didn't rush to attack, but took a step forward. Tang San instinctively took a half step back, then immediately regained his balance, slightly pulled his left foot back, and adjusted his position.

Jin Chen grinned. "The reaction was alright."

For the next half hour, the air was filled with the clashing of fists on the training ground. Both of them moved quickly. Although it was Tang San's first formal fight, he did not seem like a complete novice.

His movements were agile, and he predicted Jin Chen's attacks with great accuracy. His moves were simple yet practical, carrying a subtle yet ruthless edge.

Jin Chen initially used only 30% of his strength, but later increased it to 50%. Tang San was still able to barely withstand a few moves, though sweat was already seeping from his forehead.

For the final strike, Jin Chen deliberately slowed down by half a beat. Tang San's fist grazed past his shoulder, and Jin Chen dodged to the side, casually patting Tang San's shoulder lightly.

Chapter 291 Training Tang San

"Not bad."

Jin Chen put away his fist. "That's enough for today. If I hit you again, you won't be able to lift your arm tomorrow."

Tang San stood there, slowly withdrew his hand, and nodded.

"Thank you, Brother Jin Chen."

He made a rare shout, then turned and walked towards the sidelines.

As he walked to the sidelines, he paused for a moment and glanced back at Ling Feng.

Ling Feng met his gaze and nodded slightly.

The days passed by.

Tang San would come to the training ground every few days to practice with Jin Chen, and sometimes he would spar with Yan or Xie Yue. Ling Feng would occasionally stand on the sidelines and watch, and sometimes he would go to the small courtyard in the east of the city with Qian Renxue.

The chrysanthemums that Ah Yin planted in the yard have bloomed, large and vibrant, yet quietly beautiful.

Tang San's mother sat on the veranda, holding a book in her hand. She read it slowly, occasionally glancing up at her son before lowering her head to continue reading.

The sunlight shone on her, warm and comforting, and her expression was peaceful and serene.

As summer arrived in Wuhun Capital, Jin Chen finally completed all the content of the Nine Trials of the Sea God.

That evening, he stood on the surface of the endless sea for a long time, the sea breeze blowing his clothes, and in the distance, flocks of seabirds swept across the sky.

When he returned to Wuhun Capital, he exuded a calm and composed aura. The Trident of the Sea God glowed slightly behind him, its golden light standing out prominently in the twilight.

He entered the offering hall, where Qian Daoliu sat in the main seat, looking at him for a moment.

"It's done?"

Jin Chen nodded.

"It's done."

The nine trials of Poseidon have all been completed.

Qian Daoliu nodded.

"That's good."

At night, a simple meal was laid out in the dining hall of the offering hall. Everyone sat around it, without any grand ceremony or extra pleasantries.

Jin Chen ate a few bites of food, put down his chopsticks, remained silent for a while, and then suddenly said, "I wish my dad could see this."

No one responded, so Jin Chen laughed first, picked up his wine glass and took a big gulp.

"Forget it, I don't want to think about that anymore."

He poured himself another glass, raised it to everyone, and said, "Come on, drink!"

As summer was drawing to a close, Xu Shaoyang sent someone over again.

The messenger brought a letter and several heavy boxes. The letter said that the new port of the Sun Moon Empire had been completed and merchant ships had begun to travel between the two places.

The box contained some mineral samples and some local specialties.

After reading the letter, Qian Renxue folded it and placed it on the table.

"They're quick."

Ling Feng picked up a piece of ore. The ore was dark gray with tiny silver specks on its surface that sparkled in the light, as if stars were embedded in the stone.

"This kind of ore is very rare in Douluo Continent."

If used properly, the Spirit Empire's soul tool technology could advance even further.

Qian Renxue looked at the boxes and nodded.

"Then I'll accept it."

Next time, have craftsman Wu prepare some return gifts as well.

Autumn has come again.

The sycamore leaves outside the city have turned yellow again, and they fall with a rustling sound when the wind blows, covering the streets and eaves.

Ling Feng sat on the steps in front of the ancestral hall, watching the fallen leaves in the courtyard being swept up and set down by the wind, as if they were dancing a dance without rhythm.

Qian Renxue sat down beside him without saying a word, simply keeping him company quietly.

After a long time, Ling Feng said, "Sometimes I wonder how much longer I can live like this."

Qian Renxue turned her head to look at him, her gaze very gentle.

"It can take as long as you like."

Ling Feng did not turn around; his gaze remained fixed on the fallen leaves.

“In the past, I would have thought that it would end someday.”

But it's different now.

Now I wonder, how much longer can I live?

Qian Renxue looked at him but did not ask any further questions.

"Then let's just keep living like this."

After she finished speaking, she looked at the fallen leaves in the yard. The wind picked up again, making the treetops rustle. Tiny shadows fell on the bluestone slabs, swaying gently in the wind.

Tang San left Wuhun Capital the following spring.

He didn't go far; he just went to Tiandou City and became an apprentice in a newly opened soul tool workshop.

On the morning of his departure, Ah Yin saw him off at the city gate, straightened his collar, and said nothing more, simply standing there watching him walk away.

Tang San took a few steps, stopped, and looked back.

Ah Yin stood in the morning light, her figure somewhat blurred. She remained standing quietly, saying nothing.

Tang San turned around and continued walking forward without looking back.

Ling Feng stood on the city gate tower, watching the figure gradually disappear into the distance at the end of the official road, and remained silent for a moment.

Qian Renxue walked to his side and followed his gaze into the distance.

"He will come back."

Ling Feng didn't reply immediately; after a while, he nodded.

"Ah."

Life goes on.

The streets of Wuhun City are still bustling, the sound of children reading in kindergarten still rings out on time every day, and in the courtyard of the Hall of Offerings, the leaves of the old locust tree turn green and then yellow, then fall and then grow back.

Every morning when Ling Feng gets up, he stands in the yard for a while, listens to the wind, looks at the sky, and then goes to eat breakfast.

He no longer rushed to do anything, nor did he worry about anything suddenly happening.

He learned to live life slowly, like a river flowing across a plain, unhurriedly heading towards the distance.

Spring arrived slowly in Wuhun City, as if it had taken a break outside the city after a long journey, before lazily entering the city.

The willows at the city gate turned green first, their branches drooping down, so tender they seemed to burst with moisture.

The peach blossoms by the roadside have also bloomed, pink and white, in clusters, like someone accidentally knocked over a rouge box and scattered it all over the ground.

The old locust tree in the courtyard of the offering hall has also sprouted new buds. The tender green leaves are translucent in the morning light, like pieces of thin jade hanging on the branches.

Ling Feng sat on the veranda, holding a cup of tea in his hand. The tea had gone cold, but he didn't drink it; he just held it.

He watched the new leaves in the yard sway gently in the wind, watching them shine through the sunlight and turn deep green in the shadows.

A sparrow landed on a branch, tilted its head to look around, preened its feathers, and then flew away.

He looked at it very carefully, as if he had never noticed these things before.

He examined the veins of a leaf, the angle at which it turned in the wind, and the subtle differences in color between its front and back.

He watched an ant climb up the tree trunk and then climb down another branch.

He watched for a long time, so long that Qian Renxue came out of the offering hall and stood beside him for a while before he noticed her presence.

Qian Renxue didn't ask him why he was in a daze. She simply sat down beside him and followed his gaze to the old locust tree in the courtyard.

What's so interesting about it?

Her tone was casual, as if she were just chatting or asking a casual question.

Ling Feng remained silent for a moment.

"I can't explain it."

He placed the now-cold tea on the stone steps beside him.

"I just feel like these things have always been there, but I feel like I've never really looked at them properly."

Qian Renxue didn't reply, but simply sat quietly beside him, looking at the tree with him.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, falling on the bluestone ground and swaying with the rhythm of the wind.