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

He paused for a moment, as if recalling the feeling, “It’s different from before. Before, I was guiding it; now it’s leading me.”

Ling Feng looked at him, and the look in his eyes was more at peace than before, as if the silt that had been settling for a long time under the water had finally settled.

Ling Feng asked, "What's next?"

Tang San thought for a moment and said, "Let's finish this sword first. Then we'll see which way the road leads."

Ling Feng didn't say anything more.

When winter came, Ling Feng went to the Star Dou Great Forest.

He didn't go very deep; he just stopped at the edge of the forest and stood under an old tree with a broad canopy.

He could sense that the silver-gold aura in the distance was slowly receding, so there was no need to worry anymore.

He stood under the tree for a while; the breathing there was steady, as if there was no need to confirm anything further.

When he returned to Wuhun Capital, it was almost dark.

Ling Feng sat down on the veranda, feeling the power within his body flowing steadily, as if he had found his own rhythm.

Qian Renxue came out of the house and sat down beside him without saying a word.

The wind blew through the yard, rustling the remaining withered leaves.

Qian Renxue said, "What would you like to eat tomorrow morning? I'll have the kitchen prepare it."

Ling Feng thought for a moment: "Porridge will do."

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Qian Renxue nodded: "Then let's have porridge."

The two sat under the eaves for a while longer.

The moon rose, and the shadow of the old locust tree fell on the bluestone slab.

Ling Feng felt the power within his body flowing steadily, as if it had found a suitable flow rate.

Those things that once required his deliberate guidance are now flowing on their own.

He no longer needed to check if it was still there.

Winter arrives slowly in Wuhun City, as if it has already figured out the city's temperament and is no longer in a hurry to get going.

The first snow fell on the night of the third day of the twelfth lunar month. It was not thick, just a thin layer covering the bluestone ground. By daybreak, most of it had melted, leaving only a few patches of snow that had not yet melted in the shady corners of the walls.

A layer of white frost clung to the branches of the old locust tree, shimmering in the morning light like finely ground silver powder.

Ling Feng stood under the eaves, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand.

He didn't rush to drink; he first let his fingertips feel the temperature of the cup for a while before raising it and taking a sip.

The tea was at the perfect temperature, a warm and comforting warmth, calm and unhurried, as if it had calculated exactly when he would wake up.

Qian Renxue came out of the house and stood beside him, holding a cup of tea in her hand.

She didn't speak, but simply watched with him as the old locust tree in the yard melted slowly in the morning light, turning into tiny water droplets that slid down the branches and left a small, dark stain on the bluestone slab beneath the tree.

"The snow came a little later this year than last year."

Qian Renxue's voice was very soft, as if she was afraid of disturbing the melting frost.

Ling Feng thought for a moment: "The first snow last year was in late November."

Qian Renxue said, "You remember so clearly."

Ling Feng took a sip of tea: "It wasn't something I specifically remembered."

Just last year on that day, you stood here and said, 'The snow has finally come.'

Qian Renxue didn't reply, but turned her head to look at him, as if to confirm that he still remembered the other details of that day.

A moment later, she turned back to the tree and asked, "Do you remember what color clothes I was wearing that day?"

Ling Feng thought for a moment: "White."

You wore a white cotton robe that day, with a gray-white velvet trim around the collar.

Qian Renxue remained silent for a while.

Then she said, "Do you remember, or are you guessing?"

Ling Feng said, "I remember."

The courtyard was quiet for a short while.

The wind passed over the eaves, carrying a few withered leaves that had not yet fallen. They tumbled a few times in the air and landed at the base of the wall.

Qian Renxue put down her teacup and said, "The end of the year is approaching."

Jin Chen should be able to return in time this year.

Ling Feng nodded: "I received a letter yesterday saying he has returned from the Endless Sea and is on his way."

Jin Chen returned the day before the Lunar New Year.

When he entered the city, it was already dark. The official road outside the city gate was frozen hard by the evening frost, and the horses' hooves made a soft, crunching sound as they trod on it.

He didn't go straight back to the Hall of Offerings, but went to the Martial Arts Arena first, as if he wanted to confirm whether the power in his body had completely stabilized before stepping over the threshold.

The trident of Poseidon was slung diagonally behind him, its tip gleaming wetly in the moonlight, as if it had just been washed by seawater.

He stood by the training ground for a while, confirming that the power that had just settled had indeed stabilized, before turning around and walking towards the Hall of Worship.

When he entered the courtyard, Ling Feng and Qian Renxue were sitting under the eaves.

Jin Chen slowed his pace and paused under the old locust tree: "I'm back."

Ling Feng looked at him, his gaze lingering on him for a moment: "It's done?"

Jin Chen said, "It's done."

The ninth spirit ring, 200,000 years old, from a sea spirit beast; its attributes suit me well.

He finished speaking and grinned.

That smile carried a sense of peace and contentment, as if everything had finally settled down.

Qian Renxue asked, "Was the journey smooth?"

Jin Chen thought for a moment: "Smoothly."

They encountered a rather unusual sea spirit beast deep in the endless sea and fought it for a whole day.

Nothing else particularly noteworthy.

He paused for a moment, as if organizing his thoughts: "By the way, on the way back, I passed through Sea Breeze City."

The port was busier than before, with many ships docked, some flying the flag of the Sun and Moon Continent.

Ling Feng said, "After the trade route was opened, ships from that side came more frequently than before."

Jin Chen nodded without saying much. He walked to the corridor, sat down on the stone steps, and placed the Trident of Poseidon across his lap, like someone who was finally free from the journey and was slowly putting down his luggage.

On the day before the Lunar New Year, a table of ordinary New Year's dishes was set out in the dining hall of the offering hall.

Ning Rongrong ran in and out of the side hall, carrying a plate of freshly steamed rice cakes and placing it in the center of the table. The steaming rice and the sweetness of red dates filled the air.

Dugu Yan and Hu Liena also arrived and sat by the window, talking in hushed tones.

Xie Yue and Yan sat on the other side of the long table. Yan was peeling an orange, while Xie Yue sat quietly beside him, watching the snow in the yard.

Jin Chen sat at the table eating heartily, occasionally mentioning his experiences in the Endless Sea, such as what kind of sea spirit beast he encountered and how long he chased it before finding a suitable spot.

He didn't go into details, as if he had already let those things go.

Ning Rongrong listened for a while, then asked, "So, will you still go to the Endless Sea in the future?"

Jin Chen said, "I should go."

We're not going to fight a war, we're going to see the sea.

Ning Rongrong said, "Then I'll go too."

Jin Chen glanced at her: "Just don't get seasick."

Tang San and Ah Yin came on the second day after the Lunar New Year.

Tang San brought a newly made short sword as a New Year's gift. The wood for the scabbard was selected by him from a secondhand materials store in the east of the city. It was finely polished and coated with a thin layer of tung oil, giving it a warm luster under the light.

Ling Feng took the short sword, drew it out to examine the blade, then closed it again: "It's better than the last one."

Tang San said, "The last round was just for practice."

This time I really went all out.

Ah Yin stood behind him, carrying a basket of freshly made rice cakes, which she placed on the stone table under the eaves: "Homemade, they're not worth much."

Jin Chen walked over, picked up a piece of rice cake, took a bite, chewed a few times, and nodded: "Delicious."

Ah Yin smiled slightly, a small smile, but one with a reassuring weight.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, it snowed again.

It wasn't very big, but it was fine and dense, like someone was sifting flour from the sky.

Ling Feng stood on the city wall watching the snow fall, covering the fields, roads, and villages outside the city, turning the harvested rice paddies into a neat expanse of white.

At the edge of the distant fields, a figure walks slowly, his steps steady and unaffected by the snow.

The figure left a long trail of footprints in the snow, the footprints evenly spaced, as if the person had walked a long way and had no intention of stopping.

Qian Renxue walked up the city wall, stopped beside him, and followed his gaze to the figure walking in the distance: "Do you know him?"

Chapter 327 Jin Chen Breaks the Limit

Ling Feng looked at it for a moment and said, "I don't recognize it."

But he walked very steadily.

Qian Renxue did not ask any further questions.

After the snow stopped, Ling Feng went to the small courtyard in the east of the city alone.