Wang Yue returned to the true disciple residence and bolted the courtyard gate behind him. The silver-white essence from the indoor essence formation curled around him, lending the air a warm, nourishing quality as clusters of mist swayed through the room.
He walked to the desk and slowly spread out the manuscript of the Seven Profound Edge Killing Strength. His fingertips brushed over Xuan Fenglie's vigorous handwriting, and a faint smile surfaced in his eyes. With the foundation of thirty-six strands of qi and blood he now possessed, extracting the seven Martial Souls from the manuscript was as natural as water flowing into its channel.
He drew a deep breath. Blood Qi thundered through his body, and a scorching glow spread across his palm as he gently laid it over the manuscript.
The next second, countless black shadows abruptly shot out of the manuscript, carrying the essence of seven strengths as they surged into his body like a raging tide.
The Pure Yang Energy warmed slightly, assisting him in digesting the black shadows.
Wang Yue's expression remained unchanged. He slowly mobilized the formidable physique he had tempered, steadily receiving the black shadows and allowing the essence of the seven strengths to roam through his body before absorbing them one by one.
In less than half an incense stick's time, the golden light on the manuscript had completely faded. Yet seven condensed Martial Soul marks had appeared within Wang Yue's dantian. His eyes instantly blazed with excitement. Today, he could push the Seven Kill Strength to perfection!
By evening, the setting sun streamed through the window lattice and into the room, casting Wang Yue's figure in wavering light.
Sitting cross-legged at the center of the essence-transmitting formation, the Blood Qi throughout his body suddenly tightened, then flooded wildly into the Martial