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

It turns out they had been waiting all along for an opportunity to finally get their revenge.

"Big brother..." His voice choked with emotion.

Qianjun Douluo stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder.

"You've suffered these past years."

Long Yuan shook his head, then nodded. He wanted to say a lot, but couldn't utter a single word.

Long Yin and Long Yao stood aside, listening to their elders' conversation, their eyes also reddening.

They finally understood why their grandfather had never mentioned revenge all these years. It wasn't that he didn't want to, but that he was afraid of implicating them.

Qianjun Douluo walked up to the two children and looked down at the Panlong Staff in their hands.

“Good children.” His voice was very soft. “From now on, you don’t need to hide anymore.”

Long Yin and Long Yao exchanged a glance and said in unison, "Yes, Grandfather."

Demon-Slaying Douluo stood to the side, a slight smile playing on his lips.

He didn't say anything, but his usually cold eyes were now filled with tenderness.

Qianjun Douluo turned around and walked towards the official road.

"Let's go home. Your older brother is waiting for you."

Long Yuan wiped his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Let's go home."

Under the moonlight, five figures walked towards the direction of Wuhun City.

Behind them, the outline of Tiandou City gradually blurred.

Ahead lies the journey home, a path I haven't trodden in over sixty years.

That night, the wind stopped.

But after more than sixty years of forbearance and waiting, the end was finally in sight on this night.

Three months is enough for a teenager to travel a long way.

It was midsummer when Ling Feng and his two companions left Wuhun City.

When they returned, most of the sycamore leaves outside the city had turned yellow.

They traveled to many places over the past three months.

There was no destination, no route; I simply wandered wherever I pleased.

Sometimes I walk dozens of miles a day, and sometimes I stay in a small town for three to five days.

Ling Feng said that true travel is not about rushing to the destination, but about appreciating the scenery along the way.

They went to the border between the Heavenly Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire.

There is a small town called Qingshi Town. It's called a town, but it's actually just a large market town.

Merchants from both countries traded furs, medicinal herbs, and ores here, while traveling merchants from even more distant places brought some strange and unusual items.

Ling Feng and his two companions stayed in Qing Shi Town for three days.

On the first day, they saw how the people on the border lived—farmers on the Tiandou side grew wheat, and herdsmen on the Xingluo side raised sheep.

The people on both sides looked at each other across a dry riverbed, occasionally shouting a few words of cursing, but mostly remaining silent.

Jin Chen asked Ling Feng, "Why don't they move in together? Wouldn't it be more convenient to do business if they lived closer to each other?"

Ling Feng looked at the riverbed and said, "Because this river is their boundary. The boundary is not the river, but the human heart."

Jin Chen nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

The next day, they encountered a caravan from Tiandou City.

The caravan leader was a fat man in his fifties named Qian, known as Fatty Qian.

He traveled all over the country for thirty years, visiting both the Heavenly Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire.

Upon hearing that Ling Feng and his companions were traveling, Fatty Qian laughed loudly, "Traveling? You rich kids, just say you're traveling when you're out having fun, don't call it traveling!"

Jin Chen was unconvinced and wanted to argue with him, but Ling Feng stopped him.

Ling Feng paid for Fatty Qian to drink.

After three drinks, Fatty Qian started talking non-stop.

"Do you know what the most difficult thing is about the border between these two countries?" he asked, squinting his eyes.

Jin Chen said, "A war?"

Fatty Qian shook his head: "It's not a war. It's taxes. Tiandou collects them once, and Xingluo collects them once."

“If you buy some goods here and sell them there, you have to pay 30% of the cost just for the toll.”

"Thirty percent! What business can withstand such a drastic downturn?"

Ling Feng asked, "Then why are you still running?"

Fatty Qian took a swig of wine and chuckled, "What else can I do but run? My wife and kids need to eat, and I have a dozen or so guys to support."

"Even if I get skinned alive after making the trip, at least I'll have some left."

He paused, then lowered his voice, "I heard that the Spirit Hall doesn't charge tolls for doing business? Is that true?"

Ling Feng nodded: "Really."

Fatty Qian's eyes lit up, then dimmed again: "What a pity, Wuhun City is too far away."

"If the Spirit Hall ever builds a road this way, I'll be the first to go!"

Ling Feng didn't respond, but silently remembered what Fatty Qian said.

On the third day, they left Qingshi Town and headed south.

After walking for two days, we arrived at a place called Liuhe Village.

The village is small, with about a hundred households, built along a small river.

The banks of the river are lined with willow trees. It is the height of summer, and the willow branches droop to the water's surface, rustling in the wind.

When Ling Feng and his two companions entered the village, they happened to arrive just as the village was celebrating a happy occasion.

When a family surnamed Wang married off their daughter, the whole village came to help.

Bright red "double happiness" characters were pasted on the door frame, firecracker debris covered the ground, and children weaved through the crowd, clutching candy and grinning from ear to ear.

The bride's father, Old Wang, was a carpenter with excellent skills; he made all the tables, chairs, and benches in the house himself.

Seeing that Ling Feng and his two companions were from out of town, he insisted on pulling them to the table.

"Come, come, have a seat! Today is my daughter's big day, everyone who comes is a guest!"

Ling Feng couldn't refuse, so he sat down.

The wine was homemade rice wine, and the dishes were put together by the villagers. Although simple, the food was piping hot.

Jin Chen ate with gusto, his mouth greasy, while Qian Renxue, rarely able to relax, chatted and laughed with the bride's sisters.

After a few rounds of drinks, Old Wang took Ling Feng's hand and started rambling on about everyday things.

"All my life, I've only hoped that my daughter would marry into a good family. Her mother passed away early, and I raised her all by myself. It wasn't easy."

Ling Feng nodded.

Old Wang continued, "Things have been a bit better these past few years. The year before last, the Spirit Hall opened some kind of... kindergarten in town?"

"It's free, they teach children to read. My daughter missed it when she was little, but several kids in the village went, and they even taught me to read when they came back!"

He pointed to the large "囍" character on the door frame and said proudly, "I recognize this character! It's the character for 'happiness'! My daughter taught me!"

Ling Feng smiled.

Old Wang suddenly lowered his voice: "I heard that the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall is only twelve years old? Is that true?"

Ling Feng nodded: "Really."

Old Wang clicked his tongue: "Twelve years old... My daughter was still catching fish in the river when she was twelve."

"He became a saint at the age of twelve. There's no comparison between people."

He paused, then asked, "Tell me, what does that holy son eat? Does he eat meat at every meal?"

Ling Feng paused for a moment, then smiled: "He doesn't eat much meat. His mother says that eating more vegetables is good for his health."

Old Wang's eyes widened: "Not eating meat? How can you grow tall? When my daughter was little, I made bone broth for her every day, and look how strong she is now!"

Ling Feng glanced at the bride not far away; she was indeed very sturdy.

He suppressed a laugh and said, "You're right, we should eat more meat."

Chapter 96 Going Home

Old Wang nodded in satisfaction and poured Ling Feng another glass of wine.

That night, Ling Feng sat under the old willow tree at the entrance of the village, looking at the moonlight on the river, and thought for a long time.

Jin Chen ran over and asked him, "Boss, what are you thinking about?"

Ling Feng said, "I'm thinking about what Old Wang said."

Jin Chen scratched his head: "Old Wang said so much, which sentence are you referring to?"

Ling Feng did not answer.

He recalled the curious yet awe-inspiring look in Old Wang's eyes when he asked, "What does the Holy Son usually eat?"

In the carpenter's eyes, the Holy Son was a high and mighty figure who ate delicacies from land and sea and lived in a magnificent palace.

He would never have imagined that the holy son he revered was sitting under the willow tree in front of his house, dressed in coarse clothes and drinking cheap rice wine.

Ling Feng suddenly felt that his trip had been worthwhile.

After leaving Liuhe Village, they continued south.

After traveling for several days, they arrived at a small town on the border of the Star Luo Empire.