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

He walked back to the main hall, sat down on the steps, and waited for Qian Renxue to bring him breakfast.

The sunlight shone on him, warm and comforting.

He stretched out his hand, letting the sunlight fall into his palm, watching the light flow between the lines of his hand like water.

He suddenly remembered the golden light in his dream. It wasn't telling him where to go; it was simply telling him that no matter where he stood, the light would find him.

Standing in the light, he could walk forward freely and slowly.

From that day on, Ling Feng was never in a hurry again.

Days flowed like water over the walls of Wuhun Capital, neither hurried nor slow, neither startling nor disturbing.

Every morning when Ling Feng wakes up, he opens the window and watches the old locust tree in the yard slowly brighten in the morning light. Then he goes to sit on the veranda for a while and drinks a cup of hot tea that Qian Renxue brings him.

Sometimes Qian Renxue would sit down beside him, and neither of them would speak, just watching the sunlight in the courtyard slowly creep across the bluestone slabs.

Sometimes, even when she was busy with official business, he would sit alone and not feel lonely.

One morning, he went to see Tang San in that small courtyard in the east of the city.

Tang San was practicing his martial arts in the courtyard. His movements were already quite skilled, and each move was clean and crisp.

Seeing Ling Feng enter, he stopped and nodded to him.

Ling Feng sat down on the stone bench.

"How far have you progressed in your soul power training lately?"

Tang San remained silent for a moment.

"Level 42".

After he finished speaking, he added, "It was a breakthrough last month."

Ling Feng looked at him, without saying anything like "not bad" or "soon," and simply nodded.

"how do you feel?"

Tang San thought for a moment, as if he was seriously experiencing his own feelings.

"It's more stable than before. I used to always feel my soul power surging outwards, but now I can control it."

Ling Feng looked at him but didn't ask any more questions.

Ah Yin came out of the house, carrying a bowl of freshly brewed tea, and placed it in front of Ling Feng.

"Holy Son, have a cup of tea."

Ling Feng took it, took a sip. It was a light tea with a small piece of mint. It felt refreshing in his throat after drinking it.

He put down his teacup and watched the sunlight slowly slide down from the eaves of the house, falling on the flowers that Ah Yin had planted, making the flowers appear exceptionally bright in the light.

He spent most of the morning in the courtyard.

When Tang San practiced his skills, he watched from the side and occasionally pointed out one or two minor problems.

Tang San listened attentively, then practiced again until he got the movements right.

The sunlight grew brighter, the shadows grew shorter, and the courtyard was filled with the scent of earth and flowers.

Ling Feng sat there, neither in a hurry to leave nor in a hurry to speak, simply staying quietly in the courtyard.

After Tang San finished practicing his skills, he washed his hands by the basin of water under the corridor and sat down opposite Ling Feng.

Ling Feng suddenly said, "You have a long road ahead of you, no need to rush."

Tang San remained silent for a moment.

"I know. But I'm afraid it will be too late."

Ling Feng looked at him.

"What couldn't be done in time?"

Tang San didn't answer immediately. He lowered his head and looked at his wet hands.

"I don't know. I'm just afraid it won't be enough time. I'm afraid that before I can do anything, time will have passed."

Ling Feng offered neither lectures nor words of comfort, but simply said, "Time doesn't pass so easily. It's more patient than you are."

Tang San looked up at him, as if pondering the meaning of his words, and then nodded.

Ling Feng stood up and looked back as he walked to the courtyard gate.

Tang San was still sitting on the stone bench when Ah Yin came out of the house and sat down beside him. The mother and son sat quietly in the sunlight.

Ling Feng turned his gaze back and walked out of the courtyard.

A few days later, Ling Feng went to a village outside the city.

He walked alone along the official road, past the newly green fields of spring, and past the wild grasses that had already sprouted flowers by the roadside.

The old locust tree at the village entrance is still there, its trunk is thicker than before, and its shade is also larger.

Several elderly people were sitting under a tree enjoying the shade. When they saw him approaching, they were taken aback at first, but then they recognized him and quickly stood up to greet him.

Ling Feng waved his hand, indicating that they didn't need to be so polite, and sat down on a rock at the edge of the shade.

The old men sat down again, and after a while, an elderly man with white hair asked, "Why has the Holy Son come to our little village?"

Ling Feng looked at the newly turned field in the distance and thought for a moment.

"Just taking a casual stroll to see how the crops are growing this year."

The old man laughed.

"The rains have been good this year, and the crops are growing well. The land was abandoned during the war two years ago, but this year we can finally have a good harvest."

Ling Feng didn't speak, he just listened quietly.

The old man beside him added, "We used to worry about war, about poor harvests, and about not being able to make a living. Now things are better; the war is over, and life is stable."

He sighed, "Once life becomes stable, people dare to think about the future."

Ling Feng kept those words in his mind for a while, feeling that they were more practical than many long-winded discourses.

He walked very slowly on his way back to Wuhun Capital.

The dandelions by the roadside were covered with tiny white bulbs, which scattered in the wind and drifted towards the distant fields and woods.

He paused to watch for a moment as the seeds drifted away.

He thought that they would be blown wherever the wind took them, without choosing a place or hesitating. They would just drift, then fall, then take root, then bloom, and then be blown away by the wind again.

It seems they are never in a hurry, and never ask themselves where they should go.

It just floats, falls, and grows.

He suddenly felt that it would be nice if he could be like a dandelion seed, not thinking too much, just falling down and growing.

It was already evening when he returned to the offering hall.

Qian Renxue stood in the courtyard, holding a pair of scissors, pruning the branches of the old locust tree.

She cut very carefully, as if she were doing something important.

Ling Feng walked into the courtyard and stood beside her.

"What are you doing?"

Qian Renxue didn't even raise her head.

"Prune the branches. If you don't prune some dead branches, they will steal nutrients from other branches."

Ling Feng looked at her.

"You can do this too?"

Qian Renxue turned her head and glanced at him.

"No. I just learned it."

Ling Feng didn't take the scissors from her hand; he just stood aside and watched.

After she finished cutting one dead branch, she took two steps back to look at it, and then went to cut another one.

Chapter 294 Re-cultivation

Her movements weren't very skillful, but she was very serious, just like she was with everything else.

Ling Feng looked at her, at her profile bathed in the warm gold of the setting sun, and at the strand of her hair that hung down and swayed gently in the wind.

She didn't speak, and neither did he. The two of them stayed in the quiet courtyard for quite a while.

Later, Qian Renxue put down the scissors, turned around and looked at him.

"You seem different."

Ling Feng leaned over and sat down on the stone bench.

"What's different?"

Qian Renxue thought for a moment and then sat down beside him.

"You used to be like a sword drawn from its sheath. Now, you've sheathed it."

Ling Feng remained silent for a moment.

"The sword is still there. It's just that I don't have to hold it all the time anymore."

Qian Renxue did not respond.

The two sat side by side, watching the last rays of sunset in the courtyard be swallowed by the night, while the stars overhead lit up one by one.

The night breeze was cool, carrying the scent of grass and trees, as if the earth were breathing.

He felt Qian Renxue's fingers gently resting on the back of his hand, warm, like the lingering sunlight of the evening on his fingertips.

He took her hand in return, and the two sat like that for a long time.

Later, Ling Feng began to take a walk on the city wall every evening.

He always stopped at the same spot, watching the sun slowly sink, painting the horizon in varying shades of color.

Sometimes the sky is orange-red, sometimes purplish-red, and sometimes rose-colored.