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

The man in the gray robe did not turn around, his voice hoarse: "I was not with you. We just happened to be going the same way."

"Traveling together?" Ling Feng said calmly, "From outside Tiandou City all the way to the east of the city, and then to this spicy soup shop?"

The man in the gray robe remained silent for a moment.

"Your martial spirit..."

He finally spoke, "What is it?"

Ling Feng did not answer.

The man in the gray robe slowly turned around, his cloudy eyes staring at him.

“I sensed the aura of the dragon race within you; it is pure and ancient.”

His voice trembled slightly, "Who are you?"

Ling Feng looked at him and suddenly asked, "And who is this senior?"

The man in the gray robe remained silent for a long time before slowly raising his hand and removing the cloth from his face.

It was an old face, deeply lined, with a head full of snow-white hair. But his eyes, at that moment, shone with an astonishing light.

He raised his hand, and a phantom image appeared in his palm.

That was a dragon.

Its entire body was pitch black, with scarlet dragon eyes, coiled around his palm, almost identical to Ling Feng's Dark Holy Dragon.

Ling Feng's pupils contracted slightly, but he was certain that this Dark Holy Dragon had a flaw.

The man in the gray robe looked at him, his voice hoarse.

"My surname is Long, and my given name is Yuan." He paused. "Where did your martial spirit come from?"

Ling Feng was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Inheritance, a family that has been passed down for generations."

Long Yuan's body trembled slightly.

“Qiangu…” he murmured, “Qiangu family…is still around?”

Ling Feng didn't speak, he just looked at him.

Long Yuan raised his head, his cloudy eyes now filled with complex emotions.

"Little one, what's your name?"

"A thousand years of soaring winds."

Long Yuan nodded, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just sighed deeply.

"well."

He turned and walked deeper into the alley, saying, "See you again someday."

Ling Feng watched his retreating figure and suddenly asked, "Senior, is your martial soul also the Dark Sacred Dragon?"

Long Yuan paused for a moment.

“It used to be.” He didn’t turn around, his voice very soft.

"Now, it's almost dead."

His figure disappeared into the depths of the alley.

Ling Feng stood there, looking at the empty alley, and remained silent for a long time.

He sensed that the phantom of the dark holy dragon was weaker than any martial spirit he had ever seen.

Like a flickering candle in the wind, it could be extinguished at any moment.

He turned and walked back to the shop. Jin Chen had already finished his bowl and was staring at the half-eaten bowl of soup left in Ling Feng's bowl, swallowing hard.

"Boss, do you know that person?"

Ling Feng shook his head: "I don't know him."

He picked up the bowl and finished the rest of the soup. The soup was cold, but the spicy flavor still lingered on his tongue.

"Let's go," he said, putting down his bowl. "To the next place."

The three got up and left. Jin Chen glanced back at the alley, but there was nothing there.

Ling Feng walked ahead, but the image of those murky eyes and the dying dark holy dragon kept replaying in his mind.

Longyuan, the Dark Holy Dragon.

Who is that person?

"Could it be... that he is Long Xiaoyao's ancestor?"

Ling Feng suddenly had this thought, "But...why is he following me?"

The man in the gray robe walked through several streets and alleys, and only after confirming that no one was following him did he turn into a narrow alley.

At the end of the alley was an inconspicuous wooden door. He raised his hand and knocked on the door knocker three times, then two times.

The door opened, revealing a young face.

"Grandpa, you're back."

The man in the gray robe nodded and slipped inside.

The yard wasn't big, but it was kept very clean.

Several green bamboos grow in the corner of the wall, and a stone table is placed under the window with a pot of cold tea on it.

A young girl was sitting at a stone table, holding a cloth in her hand, carefully wiping a short stick.

The short stick was entirely black, with faint, flowing patterns on its surface.

"Sister, Grandpa is back."

The boy who opened the door walked over quickly.

The girl looked up, put down the short stick in her hand, and stood up to greet him.

"Grandpa, why have you been gone for so long? Are you alright?"

The man in the gray robe shook his head and sat down at the stone table.

He removed the cloth from his face, revealing his aged and tired face.

The girl quickly poured him a cup of tea and handed it to him, which he took and drank in one gulp.

"Grandpa, you don't look well."

The boy leaned closer, his eyes filled with worry.

The man in the gray robe put down his teacup and looked at the two children.

The boy looked to be eighteen or nineteen years old, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a robust physique. Although he still had a touch of immaturity, one could already see his future heroic spirit.

The girl was the same age as him, slender, with delicate features and bright, dark eyes.

Dragon's Roar. Dragon's Jade.

His grandson, his granddaughter.

"Grandpa met someone today."

Long Yuan spoke slowly.

Long Yin's eyes lit up: "Who are you? Are you from the Spirit Hall? Or from the Qian Gu family?"

Long Yuan remained silent for a moment, then nodded.

He thought for a long time before slowly saying, "That child's name is Qian Gu Ling Feng."

"He is the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, the son of Qian Gu Xiaoye. He is twelve years old this year and is already a Soul Emperor."

Chapter 93 Acquaintance

Long Yin and Long Yao were both stunned.

A twelve-year-old Soul Emperor—that was something they wouldn't even dare to dream of.

They were eighteen years old, and their talent was already considered quite good among ordinary people, but Long Yin was at level 45, and Long Yao was also at level 45.

Despite years of arduous training under his grandfather's guidance, he was still only at the Soul Master level.

“That child is far more talented than any of you.”

Long Yuan looked at them with a hint of reluctance in his eyes, but still told the truth.

"His martial soul has evolved into the Dark Sacred Dragon. At the age of twelve, he is already a level seventy Soul Saint, but he has not yet obtained his seventh soul ring."

The two children looked at each other and saw the excitement in each other's eyes.

"Grandpa, is he... one of our clansmen?"

Long Yao asked cautiously.

Long Yuan nodded: "The bloodline of the Qian Gu family is unmistakable. Although his martial soul is the Dark Holy Dragon, it shares the same origin and root as the Panlong Staff."

Long Yin suddenly stood up: "Then let's go find him! Let's tell him who we are!"

"sit down."

Long Yuan's voice wasn't loud, but it made Long Yin obediently sit back down. He looked at the two children, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Do you know how the Qian Gu family fell into ruin?

The two children shook their heads.

All they knew was that their mother was the daughter of the Qian Gu family, and that she married their father and died shortly after giving birth to them.

My grandfather led them to hide in various places, never daring to stay in one place for long.

Long Yuan looked up at the sky, his voice very soft.

"More than fifty years ago, the Qian Gu family lived in seclusion and did not participate in the conflicts on the mainland."

"Later, your maternal grandfather and his two older brothers, unwilling to remain idle, ventured out of the mountains and joined the Spirit Hall."

"The reputation of the Qian Gu family gradually spread."