Douluo Continent: A Thousand Miles of Cultivation

Tang Yuehua stood there quietly, listening to the music with a serious expression. To her, the music was certainly different from what others heard.

Initially, Feng Jingyi's arrival made her assume that Xue Qinghe was just doing some favors, but when she learned Feng Jingyi's identity, she became uneasy.

On one hand, she was a member of the Spirit Hall and a teammate of Qian Shui. No one knew better than Tang Yuehua how decisively Qian Shui had destroyed two geniuses of the Clear Sky Sect back then.

Then there's her nephew Tang San, the son of her own brother Tang Hao, who was crippled by Qian Shui. It wasn't just a hatred between the sects, but also a feud between the younger generation. How could Tang Yuehua not hate him?

But the woman calmed down the next day, seemingly forgetting everything, and accepted Yuexuan's training with equanimity.

Harboring ulterior motives, Tang Yuehua had made things difficult for her countless times, but this titled Douluo-level powerhouse was even more submissive than the average student.

No matter what methods she used, Feng Jingyi always managed to achieve her goals without fail.

As the saying goes, what cannot be killed will only become stronger; you can't make things difficult for her, and you dare not chase her away.

Ultimately, this swordsman, who knew almost nothing about etiquette, met the graduation requirements within six months, and eventually replaced Princess Xueke as the most outstanding student, representing the graduating students to perform the harp.

Feng Jingyi, quietly playing the harp, was at peace with herself, her tranquility mirroring her outward appearance.

Half a year has passed. How could she have imagined that she would be playing a musical instrument in front of everyone today?

When she first started learning from Tang Yuehua, she blindly followed Qian Shui's advice. After fighting with Qian Renxue, she fled into Yuexuan as if trying to escape, only wanting to numb her heart by learning etiquette.

Only when she calmed down did she finally have time to think about everything that had happened over the years.

She blindly followed others, losing her original aspirations and the heart that yearned for freedom.

She admitted very early on that she envied Qian Shui, envying his ability to follow his own will and to go about his business almost entirely without restraint.

That's why she unconsciously moved closer to the boy who was eight years younger than her.

Finally, the boy grew up and became a man, and she finally succumbed to temptation in the process of pursuing Qian Shui, forgetting everything else, thinking that as long as she got close to him, or even became him, she could get the freedom she craved.

But when did I stop to carefully consider what Qian Shui was doing?

Is he truly free? Just as he said, he can do as he pleases without overstepping the bounds.

Years later, his heroic act of publicly attacking the Pope proved that it was not an act of willfulness after all.

If he hadn't done that, then he would have truly been completely controlled and meticulously arranged by his papal teacher.

But was that freedom? Just as he was still made the leader of their squad by the Pope.

He didn't want to, but he had to.

So he chose the way he felt most happy to accomplish it.

What about Guan Fengjingyi herself? She keeps saying she doesn't want to be bound by her family and only wants to live freely according to her own ideas, but has she really done so?

Qian Shui had clearly explained the solution to her, but she only wanted to maintain the status quo. This was true for both the Martial Soul Academy and the Martial Soul Team. The final farewell was still hard to accept.

If you can't step out of your comfort zone, can't adapt to your environment, accumulate strength, and eventually change your environment, then you can only be manipulated and played by fate.

It was like rushing into a killing capital without a care in the world.

She ultimately benefited from everything that man taught her, which allowed her to escape the City of Slaughter, but in the end, she still fell into the demonic path.

Her final attempt to die turned into a clownish act of seeking death, and Qian Shui still had to cover for her.

Each of her teammates lived their own lives, but she never stepped out of that world, seemingly living eternally in the shadows of Qianshui, seeking that dark warmth.

Therefore, she will eventually be scorched by the blazing sun, because even the seemingly unchanging sun is actually constantly changing.

She alone yearned for freedom, yet never truly moved in that direction.

Her previous failures were entirely due to this hesitation, which ultimately prevented her from ever truly catching up with that man again.

Now, she really wants to take this step. All the shadows of the past will not be buried, but they will eventually be left behind.

The gentle breeze returned, and she set off again. This time, she was determined to catch up with that man. Perhaps she would still only be able to be the class monitor who caught truants, but that would be enough.

No?

A gentle breeze began to rise, the performance ended, and the graduation ceremony came to a successful conclusion.

Each student received their graduation certificate from the head of the school, Tang Yuehua, and happily embraced their loved ones.

Seeing Feng Jingyi walk to her side, Tang Yuehua said politely, "Congratulations, Wind Demon Douluo!"

"There wasn't a trace of congratulations in the words of the Pavilion Master." With a faint smile, Feng Jingyi was no longer the Wind Demoness; at this moment, she resembled Xue Ke in the prime of her youth.

"Is His Majesty the Immortal really that powerful and awe-inspiring? When I first saw him, I only thought he was a slovenly and unruly young man. I never imagined that even one of his ordinary teammates would achieve such success!"

"He's not as strong as you think. In his own words, he's just an ordinary person."

"An ordinary person? If he's ordinary, where on the entire continent are there any ordinary people left?"

"It's true, I only recently came to understand it myself. I used to worship him like a god, but even gods take their time to become gods."

I followed him for a while and found that it wasn't anything special. After walking with him for a while, I surpassed most people.

The logic is there; the only difference is that he took just one or two extra steps.

Qian Shui always liked to claim that he was an ordinary person, and everyone who came into contact with him thought he was talking nonsense.

But through gradual training, she surpassed Qian Shui in her understanding of the sword, and only then did she realize that what he said was indeed true.

Shaking her head, Tang Yuehua didn't understand what Feng Jingyi was saying, but subconsciously asked, "Are you leaving? Going to the front lines?"

"Perhaps. My friends are all there. Perhaps I should go back to the Wind Sword Sect, go home. Goodbye, Miss Haotian Sect."

When Feng Jingyi had long since disappeared from sight and Tang San came calling her name, Tang Yuehua finally woke up, drenched in sweat.

"Little San, come back to the sect with me!"

"Auntie, why is that?"

"Wind Demon Douluo, Feng Jingyi! She discovered my identity! She's from the Spirit Hall!" Tang Yuehua was eager to leave, not only for herself, but also because this matter concerned her second brother Tang Hao's son, Tang San!

However, she was too weak; having remained at level nine her entire life, she never knew the truth.

"Master Tang, do you really think your identity is a secret?"

The avalanche, arriving a step too late, emerged from the shadows and stared intently at the beautiful lady of the pavilion.

Just as Qian Shui was able to control the entire Tian Dou Empire, what was the small Yue Xuan compared to that? If it weren't for the deliberate indulgence, Tang Yuehua would have lost her life in the conspiracy during the Elite Tournament back then.

“I asked many people and investigated many things, including my father.”

When I discovered that fifteen years ago, when Xue Qinghe returned from hunting souls, he was all alone?!

It is said that the powerful soul beast killed all his subordinates, and he was the only one who managed to escape.

Brother Tang, I ask you, is this even possible?

The probability is so small as to be negligible!

"Fifteen years ago?!" Although she didn't know what the avalanche was talking about, the number fifteen years made Tang Yuehua think of something.

Avalanche's smile was etched on his face. "It seems you've realized! That year, the former Pope died!"

Tang San's face was also etched with gloom. "Is that the beginning? My birth!"

"Fifteen years! Fifteen years! He could lead his troops to advance three thousand miles in a single march! He would be invincible! He would almost conquer the entire Star Luo Empire! He could roam the world at will!"

The frenzied avalanche then seemed somewhat puzzled, "Tang San brothers, when everything reverses, can you imagine how sweet it will be?!"

"I can't imagine it, but I can imagine skinning him and grinding his bones to dust!"

Tang San knew what an avalanche meant. Just now, when Feng Jingyi finished her performance, a message came through.

"Hahahaha! Someone's always going to die from stupidity! His ultimate goal was to leave? Hahaha! If he had stayed in that position, given his power, I really wouldn't know where to begin!"

Upon hearing this, Feng Jingyi finally smiled and flew away on her sword. There are always people who die from stupidity.

To break through Qianshui's plan, it would be possible only if the gods descended to the mortal realm and killed him, and even then, it was only a possibility.

Knowing the complete plan, Feng Jingyi understood that Qian Shui was preparing for the worst-case scenario of being killed. Once the battle began, unless Douluo Continent sank, the trend of unification would be irreversible.

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"Sister, they're here again."

"Go get ready."

"Yes!"

Ning Rongrong, clad in a light blue battle armor, turned and left. She began to methodically mobilize her troops for defense.

At this moment, she was in a military camp outside Xingluo City, where her troops had been besieging the city for more than a month.

A large army of 100,000 elite soul masters, including students from the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, was broken up into smaller groups and entered the Star Luo Empire in batches through the Star Dou Great Forest using a method similar to soul hunting.

Thanks to the large-scale application of spatial soul guides, the freedom of battlefield action has been enhanced to an unprecedented degree.

It's almost unbelievable that such a seemingly impossible military mobilization could be accomplished.

This plan actually began long after the elite competition ended. For more than half a year, all those involved in the operation operated in small teams. They were all only given a destination and the supplies and food they were supposed to carry.

Surprisingly smoothly, they only traveled around the Star Dou Great Forest and encountered almost no obstacles from soul beasts.

Most of these people are graduates of the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy in recent years, or talents recruited by Xue Qinghe. Their biggest commonality is that they only obey the orders of the Crown Prince's Palace.

And when they regrouped under Xue Qinghe's command, Xingluo City was already within reach.

The siege of Xingluo City became exceptionally easy; they descended like divine soldiers, catching the Xingluo Empire completely off guard.

Ning Rongrong, who had just left the main tent, looked at the group of people who had nothing to do. She knew how boring it was to be unable to go out and fight the enemy in a one-sided defensive battle.

Before long, the figure enveloped in light blue soul power flew quickly in front of the group. Ning Rongrong didn't waste any words and asked directly, "Feng Xiaotian, how many people are there?"

"About 100,000? Honestly, how did they manage to organize so many people? Are they sending civilians to the battlefield too?"

After saying that, Feng Xiaotian looked back at the seemingly endless crowd on the horizon.

Blinking, Feng Xiaotian's words didn't elicit any further emotional response from Ning Rongrong. "Prepare the artillery fire, just crush them. Grandpa Jian, Teacher Ling, you two be on guard against any unusual activity within Xingluo City."

"no problem."

Ning Rongrong finally breathed a sigh of relief after everyone had accepted their orders and left.

Picking up her communication soul tool, Ning Rongrong dialed the communication frequency of others thousands of miles away.

Ning Rongrong: "Bing'er, did it work?"

Shui Bing'er: "The plan failed. There were indeed powerful figures in Dai Mubai's camp. The Soul Guidance Firearm was stopped by a strange scythe the moment it hit its target."

Luckily, I was far away and escaped quickly, otherwise I would have been caught.