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

Ning Rongrong responded and turned to walk towards the kindergarten, her pace quickening compared to when she arrived.

Jin Chen walked in from outside the courtyard, holding a freshly baked sweet potato in his hand.

He sat down on the stone bench, peeled off the skin of the sweet potato to reveal its golden core, took a bite, and mumbled, "When I passed by the city gate just now, I saw someone selling roasted sweet potatoes at a stall, so I bought one on a whim."

The taste is alright.

Ling Feng sat down opposite him: "Has any news come back from Haifeng City?"

Jin Chen swallowed the sweet potato: "Not for now."

But as for that boy I mentioned before, there's been no new news from him yet.

I've already sent word over there, asking them to keep an eye on his situation and report back immediately if there are any new developments.

Ling Feng nodded: "Then let's wait."

Jin Chen took another bite of sweet potato: "Oh, right, I heard something else just now."

That Chen Yuan, the kid whose spirit is a wisp of mist, when he went to report to the Spirit Hall today, his teacher asked him to try to condense the mist into a shape. It took him about fifteen minutes to successfully compress the mist into a thin, elongated shape, which he maintained for the duration of two breaths before dissipating.

Qian Renxue said, "The fact that he was able to do this shows that his control over the fog is better than expected."

Ling Feng said, "Then his progress will be faster than expected."

As evening approached, Ling Feng walked along the city wall for a while.

The wind was stronger on the city wall than on the ground, causing it to flutter the hem of his robes.

He stopped in front of a stacking block and saw people in the fields in the distance tidying up their farm tools. They were doing so slowly and deliberately, gathering the scattered tools together and then walking back along the field ridge.

There was another person walking on the city wall. Di Tian approached from a distance with steady steps. He did not speed up after seeing Ling Feng, and stopped when he reached Ling Feng's side: "I went to the contact point this afternoon. The situation there has stabilized."

The other side of the abyss has made no further attempts to widen the rift, and the communication point is functioning normally.

Ling Feng asked, "Have they made any new demands recently?"

Di Tian said, "Not for now."

They said the current situation could be maintained and there were no new demands requiring negotiation.

Ling Feng stood in front of the battlements, his gaze falling on the field that was darkening: "What about the crack in Sea Breeze City?"

Has there been any follow-up confirmation regarding the crack that the boy saw?

Di Tian said, "Gu Yuena has had someone confirm it."

The crack does exist, but it is very narrow and currently has no impact on the stability of the edge of the divine realm.

She speculated that the appearance of the crack was a natural phenomenon caused by the spatial structure adjustment process after the divine energy infiltrated at an accelerated rate, and was not caused by human intervention.

The crack will slowly close as spiritual energy continues to seep in.

Ling Feng said, "That's good."

Di Tian stood beside him for a while without saying anything more, but he didn't rush to leave either, his gaze fixed on the field in the distance.

Lights are gradually coming on in the distant villages, and the growing crops are settling into their places at their own pace, requiring no extra attention.

Di Tian withdrew his gaze: "I'll head back now."

Ling Feng said, "Be careful on the road."

Di Tian nodded, then turned and walked along the city wall in the direction he had come from.

Ling Feng stood on the city wall for a while longer, then walked back to the courtyard of the sacrificial hall along the wall.

Qian Renxue was sitting on the veranda, holding a cup of tea in her hand. When she saw him come in, she pushed another cup of tea, which had already been brewed, onto the edge of the table.

Ling Feng sat down beside her, picked up the cup of tea, took a sip, and felt that the temperature of the tea was just right.

Qian Renxue said, "The wind is a little less strong today than yesterday."

Ling Feng said, "Mm."

It might be foggy tomorrow.

Qian Renxue said, "Then tomorrow morning's light will be softer than today's."

Ling Feng didn't reply. He held the cup of tea and sat on the veranda, feeling the night breeze getting cooler. The branches and leaves of the old locust tree moved slowly in the night, as if reserving enough space for tomorrow in its own way.

The next morning, Ning Rongrong arrived with Lin Mu.

The boy stood in the courtyard of the shrine, clutching the branch in his hand. Three leaves still clung to the branch, their color a little darker than before.

He looked a little nervous, but he didn't back down. He stood there waiting, without looking around.

Ling Feng walked out from under the corridor and stopped in front of Lin Mu: "Of those three leaves, how many can light up at the same time?"

Lin Mu said, "Now two patches can be lit."

Pale green and light brown.

Ling Feng asked, "What about the bluish-gray one?"

Lin Mu said, "It will light up, but it will dim quickly after it lights up and won't last long."

Ling Feng thought for a moment: "The lightning-attribute leaves are indeed more difficult to control than the other two types, because the nature of the lightning attribute is unstable."

If you can make it light up, even for a short time, it means you've figured out how.

Ning Rongrong took out her notebook and quickly jotted down a few notes. She then looked up at Lin Mu and said, "Then try again today. Don't rush to make those two pieces light up. Just practice the bluish-gray one first."

Lin Mu found an open space in the yard, took a deep breath, stretched out the branch in his hand, and stared intently at the bluish-gray leaf.

At first, the leaves didn't change at all, but his brows furrowed slightly, as if he was searching for some kind of touch.

After a while, a very faint bluish light appeared on the edge of the leaf, and then the whole leaf lit up for about three breaths before going dark again.

Ning Rongrong wrote in the notebook: "The bluish-gray leaves remained lit for about four breaths, with uniform brightness."

It is recommended to continue increasing the frequency of daily practice.

Lin Mu pulled the branch back, glanced down at the darkened leaf, his face expressionless, but his grip on the branch loosened slightly.

Chapter 361 Ye Yuan

Ling Feng looked at him: "You held on for one more breath today than yesterday."

Lin Mu looked up at him, then looked down again, as if to confirm that he had indeed done it. Then he said, "I'll come again tomorrow morning."

After Lin Mu left, Ning Rongrong closed the notebook and turned to Ling Feng: "There's also progress on Chen Yuan's side."

His mist could now steadily condense into a ball, though it wasn't yet fully formed. His teacher said his progress was faster than expected, mainly because his method of controlling his soul power was different from others; he preferred to guide his soul power more gently, rather than forcefully compressing it.

Ling Feng said, "Every martial soul has its most suitable way of being controlled. Finding the right path is more important than using force."

Ning Rongrong said, "Then I'll have Chen Yuan come over later and see what kind of guidance he needs."

Qian Renxue walked out from under the corridor, carrying two cups of tea. She placed one of them on the stone table: "I received news from Haifeng City this morning that the boy who saw the crack entered that state again last night."

This time he didn't see a crack, but he saw a band of silver light that was slowly flowing.

He said the band of light looked like it was weaving a net somewhere, holding something in place.

Ling Feng said, "The net he described may be a structure that naturally forms when the spiritual energy of the divine realm permeates it."

Qian Renxue said, "I sent someone back to tell him to keep a record."

Jin Chen walked in from outside the courtyard, holding a letter in his hand.

He placed the letter on the stone table: "It came from the liaison point."

They said from the Abyss that the energy fluctuations at the edge of the rift have become smaller recently, and they asked if the divine realm had made some adjustments.

Ling Feng picked up the letter and read it: "After the contact point was established, the energy exchange between the God Realm and the Abyss has stabilized, and the energy fluctuations will naturally decrease."

They replied to them, saying that this was a normal phenomenon.

Jin Chen said, "Then I'll go reply right away."

At night, Ling Feng sat on the porch, and Qian Renxue sat beside him. Neither of them spoke.

The evening breeze swept through the courtyard like a sound that didn't need confirmation.

The sound of changing guards' footsteps echoed from the distant city wall, one step after another, very rhythmic, as if they were wrapping up the day.

Ling Feng turned his head and glanced at Qian Renxue: "Chen Yuan should be here tomorrow morning."

Qian Renxue said, "Then I can make time to see how he controls his fog."

Ling Feng said, "Okay."

The two did not speak again.

The wind blew through the yard, and the leaves rustled against each other in the night breeze, making a few scattered sounds before slowly coming to a stop.

Those things that are growing are still growing. Tomorrow morning, people will walk into the courtyard of the Hall of Worship, bringing their own martial spirits and paths that are not yet fully formed.

Ling Feng stood up, slowly exhaled a breath of white air in the night breeze, and turned to walk into the house.

The wooden door closed behind him with a very soft sound, as if it were making enough space for things that were growing.

Qian Renxue was still sitting under the eaves, her gaze fixed on the old locust tree in the courtyard. She felt the night breeze slowly passing around her, carrying a hint of earthy scent.

She stood up, picked up the empty teacup, and walked into the house.

The moon rose high in the sky, its light falling on the bluestone slabs. The shadows of the trees swayed slightly in the night breeze before returning to stillness, as if making final adjustments.

Chen Yuan arrived early the next morning.

He stood in the courtyard, a slowly rotating cloud of mist floating in front of him, trying to stretch it into a line.

His movements were very light, as if he were testing something fragile, but the mist was indeed slowly changing shape in front of him, from an irregular cloud into a thin ribbon.

Ning Rongrong stood beside him, holding a notebook in her hand: "Today it lasted a bit longer than yesterday, maintaining the position for about five breaths before dispersing."

Chen Yuan didn't stop, but continued to stare at the cloud of mist, as if waiting for it to stabilize on its own.

He didn't turn his head as he spoke: "I went back and tried it several times yesterday."

Later, it was discovered that if you don't deliberately guide it, but simply observe its changes, it will more easily take shape on its own.

Ling Feng stood under the eaves and listened to this sentence without saying a word.

Qian Renxue came out of the house with two cups of tea in her hands and sat down at the stone table: "Then you can try to make it last longer today. You don't need to stretch it out to a longer length. Just stabilize its current shape first."