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

Jin Chen had already prepared a room in the east courtyard, complete with a bed, table, chairs, and oil lamp.

He stood at the entrance of the courtyard and saw Ling Feng leading Zheng Ming and Zheng Liang in. He nodded to them and said, "The house is in the alley, with good lighting, and it's close to the training ground."

Zheng Liang walked into the room, put down his luggage, and looked around: "It's more spacious than I expected."

Zheng Ming stood at the door, not in a hurry to go in: "The training area is over there?"

Ling Feng followed his gaze and pointed to the training ground: "It's behind that wall."

In the evening, Qian Renxue carried tea to the corridor of the east courtyard: "Let's get used to it today. We can talk about any adjustments tomorrow."

Zheng Liang took the teacup, but didn't drink it. He first held the rim of the bowl to feel the temperature: "It's a bit colder here than in our town."

Qian Renxue said, "The spring wind hasn't warmed up yet; it will be fine in another half month."

Zheng Ming also took a bowl of tea, walked to the corridor and sat down, taking a sip: "The air here is drier than in town."

Qian Renxue said, "You'll get used to it."

The next morning, Zheng Liang stood at the edge of the training ground, the ball of light in his hand already lit up, the brightness of which was uniform at the edge.

Just as he was about to start moving, Jin Chen walked over from the other end of the training ground: "You can try controlling the movement of the Holy Dragon of Light over a longer distance."

Zheng Liang glanced at him: "Who are you?"

Jin Chen said, "Jin Chen."

Zheng Liang nodded and began to move the ball of light.

The light moved forward a short distance and then stopped, without decreasing in brightness.

Zheng Ming stood by the wall on the other side of the training ground, observing the surrounding environment for a while without releasing his martial spirit.

A gust of wind swept through the center of the training ground, stirring up a fine cloud of dust.

He walked to a sheltered spot in the corner before raising his hand. Dark light gathered in his palm, its edges steady, showing no fluctuation despite the new environment.

Ling Feng stood under the eaves and did not walk over.

Qian Renxue stood beside him for a while: "They adapted faster than expected."

Ling Feng said, "They are indeed ready."

The afternoon sun slanted into the courtyard, where Zheng Liang and Zheng Ming sat side by side under the veranda of the east courtyard.

Zheng Liang had already put away the ball of light in his hand and was now sipping his tea.

Zheng Ming sat quietly.

Jin Chen sat on the stone bench opposite him: "There will be no one at the training ground tomorrow morning, so you can practice a little longer."

If anything goes wrong, feel free to come to me.

Zheng Liang nodded: "Okay."

Zheng Ming put down his teacup: "The practice environment here is more suitable than we imagined."

Ling Feng stood at the courtyard gate: "This place was originally prepared for cultivation."

It's normal for it to be suitable.

Zheng Ming didn't say anything more, as if he was confirming in his own way that he had indeed taken the right place.

Night gradually enveloped the courtyard, and a lamp was lit under the eaves of the east courtyard. Zheng Liang and Zheng Ming sat side by side under the eaves, each sitting quietly.

Those paths were indeed still extending, and the two boys had already reached their destinations along their own paths.

Ling Feng walked back to the Hall of Offerings and stood in the corridor for a while. Qian Renxue walked beside him and said, "They are indeed ready. They don't need much guidance. They just need to make sure they are on the right track."

Ling Feng nodded without saying anything.

Chapter 414 Return to the Spirit Hall

The two stood side by side, watching the night slowly cover the courtyard walls and rooftops, as if confirming in their own way that the paths of the two boys had indeed intersected with their own.

The night breeze swept through the courtyard, circled the corner of the wall, and then dispersed, as if reserving enough space for the next section of the path to unfold.

Zheng Ming and Zheng Liang have found their own rhythm. Now they just need to continue along that path and no one needs to confirm their direction anymore.

Ling Feng stood under the corridor for a while longer, confirming that the two boys' breathing had indeed stabilized. Then he turned and walked back into the house, with Qian Renxue following behind him. The wooden door closed with a very soft sound.

The night breeze swept through the courtyard, past the house where the lights were already on, and continued on its way.

The moonlight shone on the branches and leaves of the old locust tree in the courtyard, casting dappled shadows on the bluestone slabs, as if confirming in its own way that the two boys' positions had indeed been firmly placed within the layout of this city.

On the third day after Zheng Ming and Zheng Liang settled in, the morning mist had not yet dissipated. There were only two people in the training ground. Zheng Liang stood in the center of the field, the ball of light in his hand already lit up. Zheng Ming stood in the shadows by the wall, not releasing his martial spirit, as if observing the wind direction.

Jin Chen walked over from the corridor, carrying a bowl of porridge in his hand.

He stopped at the edge of the training ground: "You two train in different ways."

One was in the light, the other stood against the wall, as if they had deliberately chosen opposite positions.

Zheng Liang said, "The Holy Dragon of Light needs light."

The Dark Holy Dragon doesn't need anything else, but it does need a quiet environment.

The wind is less strong near the wall, which suits him better.

Jin Chen took a sip of porridge: "How did you two discover that you could control your martial souls?"

Zheng Liang thought for a moment: "First, I felt it was there, then I tried to touch it, and slowly I found it."

Zheng Ming said from the wall, "First, I sensed its existence, then I waited for it to take shape on its own. It took some time."

Jin Chen nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

When Ling Feng entered the training ground, Zheng Liang was guiding the ball of light forward along a straight line. The movement was slow, but the brightness never decreased.

Zheng Ming stood by the wall, the dark light lingering in his hand, its edge steady and without fluctuation.

Ling Feng stopped at the edge of the training ground: "Today, let's try to make the light change direction while moving. Don't rush to complete it. Let's test the change in brightness when it changes direction and see if it fluctuates when it changes direction."

Zheng Liang nodded and began to redirect the light as it moved. The brightness decreased slightly when it redirected, and then returned to normal.

He stopped what he was doing: "When you turn, the brightness drops a bit."

Ling Feng said, "Then let's stop at the turning point and continue moving after the brightness returns."

Get used to the rhythm of turning first; don't rush to string the movements together.

Qian Renxue walked out from under the corridor and sat down on a stone bench at the edge of the martial arts arena. She didn't have any tea in her hand and just sat there watching for a while.

Zheng Ming's Dark Holy Dragon remained stable, with no fluctuations at its edges, maintaining its original shape in the wind.

Zheng Liang resumed practicing turning. This time, he slowed down a little before turning, and the decrease in brightness was less than before. It quickly recovered after the turn was completed.

He paused for a moment: "After slowing down, the brightness drops less when turning."

Ling Feng said, "That means your rhythm hasn't fully developed yet."

Once you've practiced enough, your speed will naturally increase; there's no need to rush to accelerate.

Ning Rongrong walked out of the offering hall, holding a record book in her hand. She sat down next to Qian Renxue, opened the book, glanced at the commotion in the training ground, and then wrote a few lines: "Zheng Liang was practicing turning today. His brightness fluctuated slightly but recovered, which shows that his control is still adapting to the coordination of the new movement."

Zheng Ming maintained stability today and did not make any new attempts.

Qian Renxue glanced at the logbook: "Zheng Ming's condition is more stable today than yesterday. After adapting to the new environment, his stabilization speed is faster than expected."

Ning Rongrong added a note to the notebook: "Then let's keep the current practice pace for now, and add new content after we've mastered the previous ones."

Tang San came over in the evening.

He sat down on the stone bench: "How did your training go, you two brothers?"

Ling Feng said, "Zheng Liang is practicing turning, and Zheng Ming is adapting to the new environment."

They're still in the foundational stage.

Tang San said, "The turning practice of the Holy Dragon of Light requires you to adapt to the rhythm in the early stages, and there will be a relatively long period of stability in the middle. If you lay a solid foundation in the early stages, you will be able to progress smoothly later on."

Ling Feng said, "He's at that stage right now."

Tang San asked, "What about Zheng Ming's Dark Holy Dragon?"

Ling Feng said, "He is adapting to the new environment. The Dark Holy Dragon is highly sensitive to changes in the environment. Once he is fully adapted, he can start practicing new moves."

Tang San said, "Then they will need some more time."

Ling Feng said, "No need to rush."

Lin Mu arrived the next morning. He stood at the edge of the training ground, watched Zheng Liang practice for a while, and then turned to look at Ling Feng: "He pauses every time he turns."

Is that normal?

Ling Feng said, "That's normal."

When you first start practicing turning, you need to pause to adjust.

When the pauses become shorter, it means his control is taking shape.

Lin Mu thought for a moment, as if he had memorized the criterion, and then he walked to the corridor, released his leaves, and began to practice making a complete turn without looking at the leaves.

Zheng Liang continued practicing in the center of the training ground. This time, he slowed down and paused for a slightly shorter time before turning.

He sensed the change, but without stopping to confirm, he continued to complete the entire turning maneuver.

Zheng Ming put away his martial spirit by the wall and stepped out of the shadows: "My martial spirit was able to maintain stability today, and the edges did not shift when the wind direction changed."

When can I start practicing the next step?

Ling Feng said, "Once you can maintain a stable state for three consecutive days without observing changes in wind direction, you can move on to the next step."

Zheng Ming was silent for a moment, then said, "I'll wait a few more days."

Jin Chen passed by the martial arts arena in the evening and saw Zheng Liang still practicing. He stood by the field and watched for a while: "How long have you been practicing today?"

Zheng Liang stopped what he was doing and dimmed the light: "About an hour."

I want to practice turning a little more.

Jin Chen said, "Stop practicing when you feel tired; don't force yourself."

Zheng Liang said, "I'm not tired yet."

Practice a little longer.