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

The two boys turned around at the same time and looked at him.

The boy who had been holding the light put it away, his gaze filled with curiosity and wariness, as if he were sizing up an uninvited guest.

The boy next to him stood quietly, his gaze steady, showing neither curiosity nor wariness, but simply observing.

Ling Feng asked, "Is your martial soul the Holy Dragon of Light?"

The boy holding the light paused for a moment, then asked, "How did you know?"

Ling Feng said, "The edge of that ball of light in your hand just now had a light golden outline. The Holy Dragon of Light forms that kind of outline when it condenses its energy."

Chapter 409 Taking on Apprentices

The boy looked down at his hand, then looked up at him: "So, do you know what this is?"

Ling Feng said, "I know."

This is a very rare martial spirit.

The boy asked, "What are you here for?"

Ling Feng said, "Just passing by."

I sensed that the atmosphere in your courtyard was different from other places, so I came to take a look.

The old woman sat on the porch, watching them speak: "You're from the north?"

Ling Feng said, "Yes."

The old woman said, "People from the north who can recognize the Holy Dragon of Light at a glance are no ordinary people."

Ling Feng did not respond.

The old woman continued, "They are my grandsons, one named Zheng Ming and the other Zheng Liang."

The ball of light Zheng Liang was holding just now—he'd been awakened to it for several days and had been trying to control it, but it was never quite stable.

Ling Feng looked at Zheng Liang and said, "Try to stabilize it, support it with continuous force, not intermittent force."

Zheng Liang glanced at him, seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then raised his hand again. The ball of light re-condensed, and the outline of its edges became clearer than before.

He managed to maintain it for a while, and the light did not fade.

Ling Feng said, "Your martial spirit awakening is stronger than that of the children around you."

"Has the Martial Soul Branch Hall from town come here?"

The old woman said, "I've been here."

The person who arrived glanced at it and said they had never seen this kind of martial spirit before, telling them to stay home and wait for their superiors to handle it.

Ling Feng said, "Then they will come again."

After saying this, he glanced at Zheng Liang, then at the boy who had been standing quietly beside him: "What is your martial spirit?"

The boy spoke up: "Dark Holy Dragon."

His voice was steady, as if he were stating something he had already confirmed.

Ling Feng's gaze lingered on him for a moment: "Could you release it so I can see?"

The boy was silent for a moment, then raised his right hand. A dark light condensed in his palm, its edges neither flickering nor fluctuating, as if he had controlled it very well.

Ling Feng said, "It is rare for the Dark Holy Dragon and the Light Holy Dragon to awaken at the same time in the same place."

"Are you brothers?"

The old woman said, "They are brothers."

Zheng Liang is the younger brother, and Zheng Ming is the older brother.

Zheng Liang said, "How do you know so much?"

Ling Feng said, "Because I've seen it before."

I possess both the Holy Dragon of Light and the Holy Dragon of Darkness.

Zheng Liang was taken aback: "You have them all?"

How can one person have two martial souls?

Ling Feng said, "Some people's martial spirits can take on different forms under different conditions."

He paused for a moment, then said, "I can teach you how to control them."

Zheng Ming looked at him: "Why do you want to teach us?"

Ling Feng said, "Because your martial spirits are very rare."

Without guidance, they may remain in this unstable state indefinitely.

If someone guides them, they can go very far.

Zheng Ming was silent for a moment: "Where are you from?"

Ling Feng said, "The north."

The Spirit Hall.

Zheng Liang asked, "The Spirit Hall?"

"Are you from the Spirit Hall?"

Ling Feng said, "Yes."

Zheng Ming glanced at him: "So how long will you stay?"

Ling Feng said, "It depends on how long you need."

Zheng Ming remained silent for a while, as if he was confirming the weight of his words in his own way.

He glanced at Zheng Liang, then looked back at Ling Feng: "You just said you could teach us how to control them."

"How long do you plan to teach?"

Ling Feng said, "I will teach you until you can control it on your own."

Zheng Ming then asked, "So where do you live?"

Ling Feng said, "I don't live here."

But I can stay in town for a while.

Zheng Liang stood to the side without saying a word.

He glanced at the stable light in his palm, then at Ling Feng: "Can you teach me to recognize other people's martial souls at a glance, just like you do?"

Ling Feng said, "Okay."

But that will take time.

First, stabilize the light in your palm. Only then can you see more.

Zheng Liang nodded.

The old woman sat on the porch, pausing for a moment as she fanned herself with a palm leaf fan: "We are naturally grateful that you are willing to teach them."

But as you can see, our family has nothing to repay you with.

Ling Feng said, "No need for repayment."

The old woman looked at him for a while and said nothing more, as if she had tacitly agreed.

That afternoon, Ling Feng booked a room at an inn at the town entrance, put away the Panlong Staff, and walked back to the courtyard of that family.

Zheng Liang was trying to make the light last longer in the courtyard, while Zheng Ming sat on the stone steps under the eaves, as if waiting for him.

Ling Feng walked into the courtyard and, without saying anything more, stood in front of Zheng Liang: "Don't rush to make it light up for too long today. Let it light up first, and then stabilize it while it's lit."

Once things have stabilized, we can consider extending the period.

Zheng Liang nodded, raised his hand, and the ball of light re-condensed.

This time, its edges are clearer than before, like a contour being slowly compacted.

Ling Feng looked at the ball of light and said, "After stabilizing it, you can try to let it maintain its own state."

You don't need to keep lifting it with all your might.

Zheng Liang didn't speak, but his hand relaxed slightly, and the ball of light didn't dissipate, maintaining its original shape.

Zheng Ming stood up from under the eaves and walked to Zheng Liang's side: "Is my martial spirit trained in the same way?"

Ling Feng said, "Your martial spirit is different."

Your Dark Holy Dragon needs a quieter environment.

Its growth path is different from that of the Holy Dragon of Light.

The Holy Dragon of Light needs a stable source of light to sustain itself, while the Holy Dragon of Darkness needs constant pressure to activate.

Zheng Ming was silent for a moment: "So how do you plan to teach me?"

Ling Feng said, "Tomorrow morning, you will come with me to the outskirts of town."

Find a quiet place to practice.

The next morning, Ling Feng led Zheng Ming to an open space outside the town. The morning mist was still slowly flowing across the ground, and there were no houses or human voices around.

Ling Feng stopped at the edge of the open space: "Practice here."

Release your martial spirit, but don't rush to make it take shape; first, keep it stable.

Let it go wherever it wants, let it take its natural shape.

Zheng Ming didn't ask any more questions. He stood still, raised his right hand, and the dark light condensed in his palm. The edges were still, as if it had already formed its own shape.

Ling Feng watched for a while: "How did you train before?"

Zheng Ming said, "Try it slowly yourself."

The more you try, the better you'll know which direction it wants to go.

Ling Feng said, "That's right."

You've already found your way in the right direction.