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

"otherwise…"

Before he could finish speaking, Jin Chen had already rushed out.

"Or else your mother!"

He threw a punch, and the phantom of the Golden Dragon Crocodile appeared behind him, its terrifying power slamming directly into the middle-aged man's chest.

The middle-aged man didn't even have time to release his martial spirit before he was sent flying backward, knocking over seven or eight people behind him.

The entire room fell silent.

Ling Feng stepped forward and looked down at the middle-aged man who was lying on the ground.

“Go back and tell your emperor.”

His voice was calm, “The Ye family has been taken away by the Spirit Hall. If they have any complaints, let them come to Spirit City to discuss it in person.”

After saying that, he turned and walked back into the courtyard.

Qian Renxue and Jin Chen followed behind, not even glancing at the Soul Masters.

The courtyard gate slammed shut.

The soul masters in the ancestral hall looked at each other, none of them daring to step forward.

After a long silence, someone asked in a low voice, "Sir, what... what should we do?"

The middle-aged man who had been sent flying by Jin Chen's punch struggled to his feet, clutching his chest, his face ashen.

"Retreat...retreat..."

"grown ups?"

"Those two, if I'm not mistaken, are Title Douluos from the Spirit Hall. They're inside. Do you want to die?"

The middle-aged man roared, "Go back and report to His Majesty, this matter... this matter is beyond our control!"

The group slunk away.

Inside the courtyard, Ye Renxin watched this scene and couldn't help but burst into tears.

Ye Lingling didn't know what had happened, but she tugged at her grandfather's clothes and asked in a low voice.

"Grandpa, Grandpa, have those bad guys left?"

Ye Renxin looked down at her and nodded gently.

"They're gone, Lingling. They'll never come back."

Ye Lingling blinked, then suddenly looked at Ling Feng with a bright smile on her face.

"Thank you, big brother!"

Ling Feng was slightly taken aback, then smiled.

"You're welcome."

He looked at Dugu Bo, who was holding Ye Lingling in his arms. His usually gloomy face now wore a rare, kind smile.

Qian Gu Xiaoye walked up to Ye Renxin and said in a deep voice, "Mr. Ye, pack your things and come with us."

Ye Renxin nodded, then turned and instructed his son and daughter-in-law to pack their things.

Half an hour later, the group left the ancient house.

As the carriage drove out of Tiandou City, the sky was already beginning to brighten.

Inside the car, Ye Lingling nestled in her mother's arms, curiously watching the scenery rushing past the window.

She suddenly turned her head and looked at Dugu Bo.

"Grandpa Dugu, where are we going?"

Dugu Bo rarely smiled: "Let's go to a good place."

“There are many children about your age there, and you can play with them.”

Ye Lingling's eyes lit up: "Really?"

"real."

Ye Lingling clapped her hands happily, then looked at Ling Feng, then at Qian Renxue and Jin Chen, her little face full of anticipation.

Ling Feng looked at the innocent and carefree little girl, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

I've got the Nine-Heart Begonia.

Moreover, this time, she has both parents alive, and she also has Dugu Bo, her "Grandpa Dugu," protecting her.

Her fate will be completely different.

It was three days later when they returned to the Spirit Hall.

As soon as the carriage entered Wuhun City, a steward came forward to greet it and respectfully reported its arrival.

"Elder, His Holiness the Pope requests that you come to the Papal Palace immediately upon your return, as there are important matters to discuss."

Qian Gu Xiao Ye nodded slightly and looked at Ling Feng and the other two.

"You all come too."

The group changed direction and headed straight for the Papal Palace.

Inside the Papal Palace, Qian Xunji sat in the main seat, surrounded by several elders.

The six great elders—Golden Crocodile Douluo, Thousand-Pound Douluo, Demon-Slaying Douluo, Azure Phoenix Douluo, Lion Douluo, and Light Feather Douluo—were all present, as were Yue Guan and Gui Mei.

This is no ordinary event.

Ling Feng's heart stirred, and he vaguely guessed what was going on.

"Elder Qian Gu, Elder Dugu, you have had a long and arduous journey."

Qian Xunji stood up to greet them, his gaze sweeping over Ling Feng and the other two, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

After everyone was seated, Qian Xunji got straight to the point without beating around the bush.

"I have invited you all here today because there is an important matter to discuss."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over everyone present, "Regarding the successor of the Spirit Hall."

Upon hearing this, everyone reacted with varying expressions, but none showed any surprise.

Qian Xunji continued, "I have been on the throne for many years, and the Spirit Hall has grown stronger day by day."

"But the position of the next successor has been undecided for a long time. Then there was the incident with Bibi Dong a few years ago. Now, it's time to settle it."

He looked at Qian Renxue, his eyes filled with affection.

"Xue'er is exceptionally talented. She awakened her innate level 20 soul power at the age of six, and now at the age of eleven, she is already a level 53 Soul King."

"This talent is unmatched throughout history."

He looked at Ling Feng again, his gaze now filled with a complex emotion.

"Qian Gu Ling Feng, eleven years old, level fifty-eight Soul King."

"Since awakening at the age of six, he has made countless contributions to the Spirit Hall. The seven elders, the senior elders, and the younger generation of prodigies, who hasn't benefited from him?"

"Refined salt, papermaking, printing, farmyard manure... which one doesn't benefit the people? Which one doesn't give the Spirit Hall wings?"

He stood up and said loudly, "I propose that the positions of Holy Son and Holy Daughter be established."

"The Holy Son will be Qian Gu Lingfeng, and the Holy Daughter will be Qian Renxue. In the future, the succession of the Spirit Hall will be jointly managed by the two of them."

The entire room fell silent for a moment.

Immediately, Golden Crocodile Douluo spoke first: "I agree."

It wasn't that he didn't side with his grandson, but he also understood that no matter how outstanding his grandson was, he couldn't compare to Ling Feng.

Jin Chen also saw this clearly and wholeheartedly agreed.

After all, without his eldest brother, his grandfather would not have been able to break through to the Peerless Douluo realm, and his own martial soul would not have evolved into the legendary Golden Dragon Crocodile.

He certainly wouldn't have reached the Soul Master realm at the age of eleven, ranking among the continent's prodigies.

Golden Crocodile Douluo looked at Ling Feng, his eyes full of admiration: "I've watched this child, Little Feng, grow up."

"His temperament, talent, and skills are all top-notch. With him assisting Xue'er and Chen'er helping him, the Spirit Hall will only grow stronger."

Chapter 67 Holy Son Ling Feng, Holy Daughter Qian Renxue

Qianjun Douluo nodded and said, "That's right. Among the young people of this generation, apart from Xiao Chen, no one can compare with the two of them. The positions of Holy Son and Holy Daughter belong to them without a doubt."

The Demon-Slaying Douluo rarely spoke up: "I also agree."

The three worshippers, Qingluan, Xiongshi, and Guangling, all nodded in agreement.

Yue Guan pinched her pinky finger and said with a smile, "Little Feng is the one who has won my heart."

"I still remember that extraordinary chrysanthemum. I wholeheartedly support its selection as the Holy Son."

The ghost gave a sinister laugh, saying nothing but offering no objection either.

Dugu Bo stroked his beard, looked at Ling Feng, his eyes full of smugness.

Although he didn't speak, his expression clearly said: How could my judgment be bad?

Qian Gu Xiaoye stood up, cupped his hands towards Qian Xunji, and said, "Your Holiness the Pope is most grateful for your kindness. However, Feng'er is still young, I'm afraid..."

“Hey…” Qianxun waved her hand, interrupting him.

"Elder Qian Gu, there's no need to be modest. Everyone here knows your son's abilities."

"During the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School incident, he single-handedly silenced those nobles. His courage and eloquence are unmatched by many adults."

He looked at Ling Feng and smiled, "Little Feng, tell me yourself, do you dare to take this position?"

Ling Feng stood up, neither humble nor arrogant.

"With His Holiness the Pope's favor, how could this junior dare not do his utmost?"

Qian Xunji laughed heartily: "Good! That's great!"

He looked at Qian Renxue, his eyes filled with affection: "Xue'er, what about you?"