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

The next step is not to make it more stable, but to make it stable in different environments.

Zheng Ming asked, "What kind of environment?"

Ling Feng said, "For example, when the wind blows, or when there is interference around."

Zheng Ming didn't speak, but he put away the dark light, as if he had memorized the words.

In the evening, Ling Feng returned to the courtyard of that family.

Zheng Liang was sitting under the eaves, and the ball of light in his hand was more stable than in the morning, like a solidified moon.

Ling Feng squatted down in front of him: "How many times did you try today?"

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Zheng Liang said, "Four times."

The fourth time, it was able to maintain that state for a while.

Ling Feng said, "Then let's stay at that level and not rush to the next step."

Zheng Liang asked, "When can I learn the next step?"

Ling Feng said, "Wait until you feel it won't easily fall apart."

Zheng Liang didn't ask any more questions. He looked down at the light in his palm for a while, as if he was mentally estimating the exact time.

Late at night, Ling Feng sat in his inn room, the moonlight from outside the window spreading across the table.

Zheng Ming's Dark Holy Dragon no longer needs much external guidance; all he needs is more practice and time to adapt.

Zheng Liang needs more stable control and is gradually approaching that balance point.

He mentally reviewed the situation, confirmed their current progress, then turned off the light, stood by the window for a while, and then lay down.

The next morning, Ling Feng took Zheng Liang to the outskirts of town.

Zheng Liang released his martial spirit in the center of the open space. The light was thicker than yesterday, and its shape was closer to a circle, with uniform brightness at the edges.

Ling Feng stood a few steps away from him and watched quietly for a while: "Today we can try to move it in one direction."

Don't go too far; move it a short distance first to let it get used to moving.

Zheng Liang said, "It will darken when it moves."

Ling Feng said, "That's because you relaxed your control when you moved."

Try to maintain the same level of focus while moving, distributing your attention evenly across each moment.

Zheng Liang didn't speak; he tried to move the ball of light a short distance to the left.

The light dimmed slightly as it moved, but returned to its original brightness when it stopped.

He looked up: "It does get darker, but it recovers when you stop using it."

Ling Feng said, "Then let's practice movement and recovery first, there's no need to rush to keep the movement constant throughout."

Once you can maintain the brightness without it decreasing while moving, then we can move on to the next step.

At noon, Ling Feng returned to the noodle stall at the entrance of town and ate a bowl of noodles.

The noodle stall owner recognized him: "Are you the guest staying at the inn?"

Ling Feng said, "Yes."

As the shopkeeper wiped the table, he asked, "What business do you have in our town?"

Ling Feng said, "Teach the two children martial arts."

The boss nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

In the afternoon, Ling Feng took Zheng Ming to another open space outside the town.

Zheng Ming released the Dark Holy Dragon, and the dark light hovered steadily in his palm without flickering or undulating at its edges.

Ling Feng said, "Let's try to keep it stable in the wind today."

Zheng Ming said, "There is no wind here."

Ling Feng said, "Then let's create our own wind."

Zheng Ming was silent for a while, as if trying to understand the meaning of the sentence. Then he raised his left hand and used his palm to draw a line through the air.

The dark light flickered briefly as the palm strike passed by, then stabilized again.

Ling Feng said, "It can recover from interference, which means its stability is sufficient."

Next, you can try to increase its area. Don't rush to expand it; first, let it expand in one direction, slowly, step by step.

Zheng Ming didn't speak. He stared at the dark light and made it expand a little distance to the right.

The edges of the light thinned slightly as it expanded, but when it stopped, the thickness returned to a uniform level.

He withdrew his hand: "It can expand, but it will become thinner when it expands."

Ling Feng said, "Then let's stabilize it after the expansion and wait for it to return to its original thickness before considering the next step."

At night, Ling Feng sat at the table in the inn. There was no moon outside the window, and the night evenly covered the entire town.

He reviewed Zheng Ming's progress in his mind. He was already able to maintain the stability of the Dark Holy Dragon without the help of external forces, and he was also able to recalibrate it under wind interference.

Zheng Liang's Holy Dragon of Light is still a little way from being truly stable, but he can already sense whether his control over it is precise.

After going through it in his mind, he wrote a few simple notes on a piece of paper, then closed the notebook and turned off the light.

The next morning, he took Zheng Ming and Zheng Liang to an open space outside the town.

Zheng Liang stood on the left and Zheng Ming stood on the right, with a distance between them.

Ling Feng stood in front of them: "We'll practice together today."

Each of you releases your martial spirit, but do not interfere with each other; focus solely on controlling your own.

Zheng Liang first released his martial spirit, and the ball of light shone in his palm, its shape more complete than yesterday.

Zheng Ming then released the Dark Holy Dragon, dark light condensing in his palm with smooth edges.

The two maintained their positions for a period of time without interfering with each other.

Ling Feng watched quietly for a while, then said, "That's fine."

That's all for today.

He turned and walked back, with Zheng Liang and Zheng Ming following behind him. They didn't ask why, as if they were used to his way of doing what he said and his quiet nature.

In the afternoon, Ling Feng stood at the gate of the courtyard.

The old woman was picking vegetables on the porch when she looked up at him and asked, "Will you come again tomorrow?"

Ling Feng said, "Come on."

The old woman lowered her head and continued picking vegetables: "Then let's have lunch at my house tomorrow."

Eating noodles at the town entrance all the time isn't a sustainable solution.

Ling Feng said, "Okay."

In the evening, Ling Feng sat in his inn room, the moonlight shining in through the window and spreading across the table.

He thought about the progress of the two brothers. They no longer needed him to be by their side all the time. Both Zheng Liang and Zheng Ming had found their own methods to touch the edge of martial spirit.

He closed the window, sat in the night for a moment, and then lay down.

The night breeze passed by the window, and he felt the paths slowly extending, and all he needed to do was be there when they needed him.

The next morning, when Ling Feng opened the door to his inn room, the fog had not yet completely dissipated.

He walked along the main street to the door of that house, where the gate was already open.

Zheng Liang was standing in the courtyard, the ball of light in his hand remaining stable in the morning light, with uniform brightness at the edges and no fluctuations.

He heard footsteps and looked up: "I tried it this morning, and it lit up by itself. I didn't push it too hard."

Ling Feng stopped in the courtyard: "That's it maintaining itself."

You no longer need to control it throughout the entire process; you only need to adjust its direction when it starts to deviate.

Zheng Ming came out of the house and stood on the porch. He asked, "Should I still go to practice outside of town today?"

Ling Feng said, "Go."

Today's practice range is expanded, so don't rush, first stabilize your direction.

Zheng Ming nodded, walked out of the courtyard gate, and headed towards the outskirts of the town.

Zheng Liang watched him walk away, then looked down at the light in his palm, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "He's faster than me."

Ling Feng said, "His martial spirit needs quiet accumulation, while your martial spirit needs continuous practice."

The paths are different, there's no need to compare.

Zheng Liang was silent for a moment: "Then what path is suitable for my martial spirit?"

Ling Feng said, "I am suited to taking paths that require continuous control."

Your martial spirit needs you to maintain it, observe it, and adjust it to keep it in a stable state.

Zheng Liang thought for a moment: "Then am I suited for things that require long-term focus?"

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Ling Feng said, "Your martial spirit is telling you what you are good at."

In the afternoon, Zheng Liang sat on the veranda, the light shining continuously in his palm.

An old woman came over with a bowl of water and placed it on the stone steps beside him: "Have a drink of water and rest for a bit."

Zheng Liang took the bowl, took a sip, and put it back: "Grandma, it lit up by itself this morning."

I didn't use any force.

The old woman glanced at him: "That means it's starting to listen to you."

Zheng Liang nodded and looked down at the light in his palm.