What did you hear?
Ling Tong had already taken off her Blade-Slaying Armor and changed out of her Combat Suit, returning to her favorite outfit of skinny jeans and a short-sleeved shirt. Her ponytail still carried the fragrance of shampoo.
Ling Tong described it precisely. "Some brief sleep talk."
"Just sleep talk. If you heard anything," Wang Jixuan said, his gaze falling on the notebook in Ling Tong's hands, "I like reading novels, you know."
"Just found out."
Ling Tong spoke softly.
"Sleep talk has no validity. I won't include it in my observation report on you."
"That's good..."
Daoist Wang hesitated, then carefully sensed his own condition.
Nothing major was wrong. There were plenty of minor issues, but meditating later would refill his Dantian Qi vortex. His Spiritual Sense had actually improved somewhat, and he was only a small step away from the Spirit Gathering Realm.
Demonic arts consumed potential, but occasionally gave a slight boost to one's cultivation. He had used the Soul Taming Technique this time. Though it had left behind a Hidden Worry, his Power of Soul had also increased somewhat.
As for the Crystal Cores he had acquired...
There was a small Alloy Box beneath his pillow, and spiritual power fluctuations from a Demon Suppressing Talisman emanated from within.
Ling Tong had clearly helped him organize everything.
Ling Tong closed her novel and stood up. "Rest well. Don't worry about anything else. I've already handled it for you."
"No problem," Wang Jixuan immediately agreed, then seemed to hesitate again.
Ling Tong pursed her lips slightly. As she left, she calmly muttered...
"Not junior sister."
"Senior sister, teach me."
Wang Jixuan raised a hand to cover his eyes, unable to bear the sight.
He had told her the side effects of demonic arts were severe!
Still,