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

The town is called Baishi Town, named after Baishi Mountain, which is located nearby.

This place is even poorer than Qingshi Town. The streets are full of potholes, and the houses on both sides are crooked and look like they might collapse at any moment.

Ling Feng and his two companions stayed at the only inn in town.

The innkeeper was a taciturn middle-aged man surnamed Liu. He had a long scar on his face, running from his left eyebrow to his right chin, which looked somewhat frightening.

Jin Chen asked him how he got the scar on his face, and Boss Liu only said one sentence: "When I was young, I got into a fight."

He refused to say anything more.

In the evening, Ling Feng was drinking tea downstairs, while Boss Liu sat behind the counter using an abacus.

There were no other guests in the inn; it was so quiet that you could hear the clattering of the abacus beads.

"Are you from the Spirit Hall?" Boss Liu suddenly asked.

Ling Feng neither denied nor admitted it: "Why do you ask that?"

Boss Liu pointed to Jin Chen's room: "That kid got into a fight on the street today, using a soul skill that only people from the Spirit Hall would use."

Ling Feng did not respond.

Boss Liu put down his abacus, poured himself a cup of tea, and sat down opposite Ling Feng.

"When I was young, I was also a Soul Master."

He said, "Level 22, Great Soul Master, Martial Soul is Iron Back Blade."

Ling Feng looked at him.

Mr. Liu touched the scar on his face: "This scar was left from back then."

"I fought with someone for territory, lost the fight, and got slashed."

"Later, I stopped being a Soul Master, opened this inn, got married, and had children."

He paused, then lowered his voice: "My wife left last year, and my child went to the Spirit Hall's kindergarten."

"I'm all alone now, guarding this run-down shop."

Ling Feng asked, "Aren't you going back to be a Soul Master?"

Boss Liu shook his head: "I'm not going back. What's so good about being a Soul Master? All that fighting and killing, in the end it's all for nothing."

"I'm doing pretty well now. I run a shop, and although I don't make much money, it's easy. My child is being taken care of by the Spirit Hall, so I don't have to worry about him."

"I was thinking that if the child had soul power, it would be better to let him join the Spirit Hall than to do it now."

He suddenly looked at Ling Feng, his gaze somewhat complicated.

"You're not very old, but your eyes don't look like a child's. Have you seen a lot?"

Ling Feng was silent for a moment, then said, "I've seen some."

Mr. Liu nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

The next morning, Ling Feng and his two companions left Baishi Town.

Before they left, Boss Liu saw them to the door and gave Ling Feng a bag of dry food.

"Eat on the way. Don't go hungry."

Ling Feng accepted the dry rations and thanked him.

Mr. Liu stood at the door, watching them walk away, when he suddenly called out, "Hey!"

Ling Feng turned around.

Boss Liu said, "If your Spirit Hall continues like this, the lives of ordinary people will improve."

Ling Feng paused for a moment, then smiled.

"Will do."

He turned around and strode forward.

Jin Chen and Qian Renxue followed behind.

Jin Chen glanced back and saw Boss Liu still standing at the door, his thin figure like an old tree.

"Boss, what did that Boss Liu mean by what he said?" Jin Chen asked.

Ling Feng said, "He's praising the Spirit Hall."

Jin Chen scratched his head: "Then why doesn't he just say it directly? Beating around the bush is too tiring."

Ling Feng did not answer.

Qian Renxue said softly from the side, "Some people will never say nice things in their entire lives, but every word they say is from the heart."

Jin Chen nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

In the days that followed, they traveled through more villages and towns.

Some places are rich, some are poor; some people are grateful to the Spirit Hall, while others don't even know what the Spirit Hall is.

In a small village in the Fasno province, they encountered a blind old woman.

The old woman's son was drafted into the army ten years ago and never came back.

Her daughter-in-law remarried, leaving her all alone, relying on the villagers for support.

Ling Feng asked her, "Do you hate it?"

The old woman shook her head: "I don't hate him. My son died fighting for the emperor; that was his fate."

Ling Feng then asked, "So, do you think things can get better?"

The old woman was silent for a long time, then said, "I think so. There's a kindergarten in town that's free."

“All the children in the village can go. When they grow up, their lives will be better than they are now.”

Looking at that wrinkled face, Ling Feng suddenly thought of Old Wang, Boss Liu, and the children who studied at the Spirit Hall Kindergarten.

He recalled Qian Daoliu's words, "Go and see how ordinary people live."

He has seen it.

I understood it too.

Three months later, in Wuhun City.

As the carriage entered the city gate, Ling Feng lifted the curtain and looked at the familiar city, suddenly feeling as if he had been transported to another world.

Over three months, they traveled through the villages of the Barak Kingdom, visited the towns of the Fasno Province, listened to storytellers recount the tales of the Spirit Hall in the streets of Soto City, and even drank a bowl of spicy soup in the alleys of Tiandou City that reminded him of his past life.

Qian Renxue sat beside him, engrossed in reading a travelogue she had bought along the way.

Jin Chen leaned against the car window, peering outside.

"Boss, look! The Spirit Hall's flag has been changed!"

He pointed to the flag fluttering in the wind on the city wall, embroidered with a pattern of angels and dragons intertwined.

That was a new flag made by the Spirit Hall, designed by Ling Feng.

Ling Feng smiled but didn't say anything.

During his three-month journey, he didn't break through to the next level, but he felt that he had changed.

Those mountains and rivers, those everyday scenes, those ordinary people's smiles and tears, made him understand many things that he could never understand through cultivation.

The carriage stopped in front of the Qian Gu family mansion. Tuoba Yue'er was already waiting at the door, and her eyes immediately reddened when she saw her son get out of the carriage.

"Thin."

She took Ling Feng's hand and looked him up and down. "You must have suffered a lot out there, right?"

Ling Feng smiled and said, "Mother, I'm twelve years old now, I'm not a child anymore."

Tuoba Yue'er glared at him: "In your mother's eyes, you will always be a child."

Qian Gu Xiao Ye stood behind her without saying a word, only patting his son on the shoulder.

The blow was heavy, so heavy that Ling Feng's body swayed, but he knew it was his father's way of expressing his longing.

"Father, I'm back."

Qian Gu Xiaoye nodded: "Go in. Your grandfathers have been waiting for you for a long time."

Chapter 97 Soul Master Competition

Inside the main hall, Qian Daoliu sat in the main seat, with seven other worshippers arranged on either side.

Golden Crocodile Douluo leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes to rest. Thousand-Pound Douluo and Demon-Slaying Douluo conversed in hushed tones. Azure Phoenix, Lion, and Light Feather, the three retainers, each sipped their tea.

Ling Feng stepped into the hall and bowed to Qian Daoxing: "Grandpa Qian, I'm back."

Qian Daoliu looked at him with gentle eyes: "Level 70, your foundation is solid, and your mental state has also improved a lot. This trip was worthwhile."

Ling Feng smiled slightly: "I will never forget Grandpa Qian's teachings."

Golden Crocodile Douluo opened his eyes, looked him up and down, and suddenly laughed.

"Good lad, much more composed than before you left. It seems your elder brother was right, cultivation cannot rely solely on seclusion."

Qianjun Douluo stroked his beard and said, "When your mental state is right, a breakthrough will naturally follow."

"Xiao Feng, you're not far from level 71."

Ling Feng nodded: "There are indeed signs of a breakthrough, but I think I'll wait a little longer."

"Waiting for what?" Demon-Slaying Douluo rarely spoke.

Ling Feng said, "The Soul Master Competition is about to begin. After the competition, I want to lead a team to participate with my level 70 cultivation to see the gap between myself and my peers."

The worshippers exchanged glances and then smiled.

Azure Phoenix Douluo laughed, "Same age? A twelve-year-old Soul Saint, where would a same age come from?"

Lion Douluo chimed in, "That's right, if you go to participate in the competition, that's bullying people."

Light Feather Douluo rarely spoke up: "However, it is suitable for him to lead the team. Let those academies see what kind of quality the Spirit Hall has this generation."

Qian Daoliu raised his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet.