Soul Master Tournament

A year and a half later.

Lu Mingchuan had already reached level sixty-eight. A fourteen-year-old at level sixty-eight—there had never been anyone like him on the Douluo Continent.

One could only imagine the uproar that would erupt if this were exposed. Even Qian Renxue, aware of the original story, had begun accelerating her cultivation.

She had already reached Soul Douluo. That was only natural, considering she was a genius with level twenty Innate Soul Power and nearly eleven years older than Tang San. She was already twenty-five.

In the original story, if the plan to seize the throne had not delayed her for so long, she definitely could have become a god much earlier. Now, although she still cared about the plan, cultivation clearly ranked above it in her heart.

As for Shrek, since they had not obtained Immortal Herbs like in the original story, let alone having everyone reach level forty, only Dai Mubai and Tang San had barely broken through level forty so far.

The others were all hovering around level thirty-eight. Tang San had originally found it difficult to break through level forty as well. After all, he now had knowledge but no resources.

He had planned to trade his Hidden Weapons to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect for some resources, but who would have thought they would not even acknowledge him? Another force was added to the list of those he hated.

However, Ning Rongrong's level was rather surprising. She had reached level thirty-eight, even higher than Xiao Wu.

She had also begun following her father, Ning Fengzhi, in handling the affairs of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin were quite gratified.

After discussing it, they told Ning Rongrong about what had happened when Lu Mingchuan visited the Seven Treasure