Dragon Valley

Situ Xuan had just finished a day of cultivation.

In the living room of the hotel suite, he sat cross-legged bare-chested before the floor-to-ceiling window. The sweat on his bronze skin had yet to dry, trickling down the grooves of his abdominal muscles.

He slowly exhaled. His breath condensed into a white arrow of air that shot more than two meters away before gradually dispersing.

Level fifty-five. His cultivation speed had begun to increase. If the Heaven and Earth Essence had not all been absorbed by his body to temper it, his Soul Power cultivation would have long since approached the six-ring Soul Emperor rank.

Situ Xuan's gaze remained as indifferent as ever, but the ferocity in his eyes had grown stronger than it had been a month ago. It was not directed at anyone. The beast within his body was being fed without cease—one match every day, one punch exploding someone's head every day. That beast had been raised ever stronger, ever harder to suppress.

His phone rang.

Situ Xuan turned his head for a glance. The screen of the Soul Guidance Communication device on the coffee table was lit, displaying an unfamiliar number. It was neither a Star Luo Empire number nor a Sun Moon Federation number, but a relay signal that had undergone multiple layers of encryption.

The corners of his mouth curved slightly upward.

He picked up the phone and answered it.

"I say, An Shaojie, you're such a busy man, and you actually had time to call me?"

There was a moment of silence from the other end before a burst of hearty laughter rang out.

An Shaojie's voice came through the receiver, carrying the roughness and directness unique to military men. "Colonel Situ, we're about the same, aren't we? The mess you've stirred up