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

He couldn't continue.

Ling Feng hugged him tighter.

"Good child, come with me."

Oscar looked at him, then at the village outside stained with blood, and finally nodded gently.

Ling Feng carried him out of the dilapidated house.

Jin Chen and Qian Renxue were both taken aback when they saw Ling Feng return carrying a child.

“This…” Jin Chen’s eyes widened.

Ling Feng put Oscar down.

Oscar stood on the ground, his small body swaying, clinging tightly to Ling Feng's trouser leg, looking timidly at the two strangers.

“He’s the only one left in the whole village,” Ling Feng said.

Qian Renxue squatted down and looked at Oscar.

Oscar looked at her, his eyes filled with wariness, fear, and a hint of childlike curiosity.

"What's your name?" Qian Renxue asked softly.

Oscar shrank closer to Ling Feng's legs, but still answered softly, "Oscar."

How old are you?

Two years old.

Qian Renxue looked at his dirty little face and his forced composure, her eyes reddening slightly.

She reached out, wanting to touch his head.

Oscar instinctively flinched, but didn't manage to dodge.

Qian Renxue's hand landed on his head, very lightly and warmly.

“Don’t be afraid,” she said. “We’ve already driven the bad guys away.”

Oscar looked at her, then at Ling Feng, then at Jin Chen, and finally, the tears he had been holding back for so long streamed down his face.

But he didn't cry out loud; he just bit his lip, his little shoulders twitching.

Jin Chen scratched his head and took out a piece of paper from his pocket.

"Here you go." He handed her the candy. "Don't cry."

Oscar looked at the candy, then at Jin Chen, hesitated for a moment, took it, and whispered, "Thank you, brother."

Jin Chen grinned.

Ling Feng bent down and picked up Oscar, saying to the two of them, "Let's go back to the Spirit Hall."

Oscar leaned on his shoulder, watching the blood-stained village recede into the distance, and finally buried his face in Ling Feng's neck, sobbing softly.

Ling Feng didn't turn around, but simply patted his back gently.

The three returned to the carriage. The Soul Master driving the carriage was surprised to see that they had another baby, but he did not dare to ask any questions.

The carriage resumed its journey and headed towards Wuhun City.

Qian Renxue held Oscar in her arms; the little guy had already fallen asleep in her embrace.

She looked down at his dirty little face and whispered, "Xiao Feng, what will happen to this child in the future?"

Ling Feng was silent for a moment, then said, "Let's keep him healthy for now."

"Wait until he awakens his martial soul at the age of six to see what his talent is. If it is good, we will keep him in the Spirit Hall for further training."

Jin Chen leaned closer and whispered, "Boss, do you think he might also be a genius?"

Chapter 55 Total War?

Ling Feng glanced at him but did not answer.

But he knew it in his heart.

Oscar, the first food-type martial soul with innate full soul power on the continent.

This talent is unique across the entire continent.

Anyone who breaks through to the Title Douluo level will surely become a god.

At this moment, the future God of Food is sleeping soundly in Qian Renxue's arms.

He didn't know that his village had been massacred, that his parents had died, or that his fate had been forever changed.

He was just asleep, occasionally smacking his lips as if he were dreaming of eating something delicious.

In the darkness of night, that small village was forever left behind.

Half a month later, they returned to the Spirit Hall without encountering any major troubles along the way.

Most of these are just petty squabbles between junior Soul Masters, and the Spirit Hall can't possibly manage everything.

The people from the Martial Soul Main Hall were waiting here early on. After receiving Ling Feng and the other two, they immediately arrested Zhao Wuji and Flander.

The leading cardinal was furious.

"So your name is Zhao Wuji? Arrogant! What's wrong with you now!"

"You broke the law back then and got away with it by sheer luck, but now that you've become a Soul Saint, you think you're all that again?"

"How about I have a spar with you?"

The cardinal who arrived was a man who hated evil and was himself a powerful Soul Douluo. If Zhao Wuji dared to speak, he would teach him a lesson today.

“Bishop Solo.”

Ling Feng spoke.

"Young Master Ling Feng!"

Solo hurriedly bowed, expressing his absolute admiration for the Grand Elder's descendant, Qian Gu Ling Feng.

In just a few years, the Spirit Hall made groundbreaking progress in salt production technology and papermaking, enabling the creation of a large number of books and breaking the monopoly of the nobility.

Soap, farmyard manure...

These technologies not only significantly increased the income of the Spirit Hall, but also improved the lives of the people, truly bringing knowledge to their hands.

Solo admired such a person.

“According to the regulations of the Spirit Hall, he should be severely punished according to the law. When I went to arrest him, he was still stubborn and recklessly attacked civilians.”

"Alright! Don't worry, Young Master Ling Feng!"

Solo nodded. He was not only a cardinal of the Martial Soul Main Hall, but also the steward of the dungeon.

He was most adept at dealing with these corrupt soul masters and lawless troublemakers.

"Guards! Bring that bespectacled, hook-nosed fellow along too, and let them experience the hospitality of the Spirit Hall."

Seeing this, Ling Feng didn't say anything more. What awaited Zhao Wuji and Flander was only the judgment of the Spirit Hall.

This also means that Shrek Academy, which was once famous throughout the continent, will vanish into nothingness ten thousand years later.

"Let's go home first and settle Oscar in."

Qian Renxue and Jin Chen nodded, the latter carrying Oscar, and the four of them returned to Ling Feng's courtyard together.

"Brother Lingfeng, you're all back!"

Hu Liena and Dugu Yan rushed out first and hugged Ling Feng.

"Hmm, have you little ones been behaving well at home?"

"Yes, yes, we've been training hard, and Yanyan is already level 17!"

Several months after awakening her martial soul, Dugu Yan consumed whale glue, immortal herbs, martial soul toxins, and a spirit ring that surpassed her level, already skipping several levels.

"Great job! This little guy is Oscar, he'll be your little brother from now on, you hear me?"

"Yes, I heard you. I will protect him well."

Dugu Yan nodded and patted his chest.

Just then, someone outside the courtyard brought news.

"Young Master Ling Feng, His Holiness the Pope and the Grand Elder request that the three of you come to the Papal Palace."

Upon hearing this, Ling Feng entrusted Oscar to Dugu Yan and led Qian Renxue and Jin Chen to the Papal Palace.

The atmosphere inside the Papal Palace was not good. All five elders were present, and many Soul Douluo powerhouses were also arguing fiercely inside the Papal Palace.

After Ling Feng and his two companions entered, the bishops, who had been arguing amongst themselves, instantly found their leader.

"Arguing with me is useless. Now that Young Master Ling Feng has arrived, we should let him make the decisions!"

"What's the point of arguing? How many times have I told you? Just start fighting! Over the years, how many disgusting things have the two great empires done, and how many geniuses have they assassinated in secret? Are we just going to put up with this?"

"Don't forget that we both come from humble backgrounds. Without the Spirit Hall and His Holiness the Pope, could you have cultivated to the Soul Douluo level?"

Inside the Papal Palace, several elderly men, led by the pro-war faction, pointed their fingers at the conservatives and began to berate them.

"Do you think I'm afraid of fighting? When it comes to fighting, when have I ever backed down? I've shed blood for the Spirit Hall!"

Contra's conservative faction refuted this.

"So you're saying I'm a coward, that I've never shed blood for the Spirit Hall?!"

"Back when I was leading the hunt for fallen soul masters, you were probably still drinking milk somewhere!"

"You! Just because you're a few years older than me, do you know that ambition knows no age, and a hundred years is a wasted life without ambition!"

"Hmph, I agree with that. Young Master Ling Feng is a living example."

"Alright, what kind of behavior is this, making such a racket in the Papal Palace?"

From the papal throne, Qian Xunji stopped the argument between the two sides and turned his gaze to Ling Feng and the other two.

"Greetings, Your Holiness the Pope, Elders, and Bishops."

Ling Feng and the other two bowed.