Seated cross-legged on the bed, Xiao Heng took out the Soul Origin and circulated his soul cultivation technique, beginning to absorb the pure soul energy within.
Even with a soul at the peak of the Heaven Realm, Xiao Heng had not expected to break through to the Emperor Realm just by absorbing this mass of Soul Origin. That was unrealistic. If it were truly so easy, Soul Hall would not have spent so many years collecting souls just to produce a single Emperor Realm soul.
Still, even if it could not raise his realm, further refining and perfecting his current realm was not bad. Such a large mass of Soul Origin would, at the very least, strengthen his Soul Power.
"Do you think Xiao Heng just now...!"
Outside the room, the two young girls whispered to each other.
"I think he really is a pervert."
"Brother Xiao Heng wouldn't... he..." As she spoke, even Qing Lin became uncertain. After all, Xiao Heng's expression just now truly had not looked feigned.
Xiao Heng was fully immersed in his cultivation and had no idea that the two girls were discussing him behind his back. Otherwise, so what? What could he do about it?
"Bastard...!" Inside her room, Nan He cursed furiously, hurling out every insult she had learned in her entire life to vent the emotions in her heart. Only after a long while did she gradually calm down.
After all, cursing was important, but healing her injuries was important too.
With that small portion of Soul Origin, it was not enough to increase Nan He's Soul Power, but it was more than enough to help her recover.
As she cultivated, without realizing it, when the fury in her heart gradually subsided, she actually felt somewhat fortunate—fortunate that she had held