Soul Core

"Who? Who was it?"

"Who the hell stole my wife—my A Yin?"

"And that hundred-thousand-year Blue Silver Emperor right leg bone. That was meant for Xiao San!"

"Xiao San is my only hope for fighting my way into Spirit Hall!"

Tang Hao's eyes were bloodshot at the sight, his breathing as rough as an ox's.

He had originally sensed that the restriction he had left behind had been triggered.

He had thought some soul beasts had wandered in by mistake.

He never expected that some little thief really had stolen everything.

"Ahhhhh!"

"Damn thief! Don't let me find you!"

With the strength of a Title Douluo, Tang Hao gripped the Clear Sky Hammer and smashed wildly all around him.

The entire rear mountain of Holy Soul Village collapsed with a thunderous roar.

At that moment, Tang Hao looked every bit like a useless husband.

Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

Feng Xiaoyuan slowly took the Blue Silver Emperor down from his back.

The current Blue Silver Emperor was in an extremely wilted state.

The leaves of the entire Blue Silver Emperor drooped low, and its aura of life was faint.

Feng Xiaoyuan gently dug a pit in a spot beside the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

Then he planted the Blue Silver Emperor there.

Throughout the entire process, Feng Xiaoyuan was exceedingly careful.

He was afraid of harming its fragile root system.

Then Feng Xiaoyuan looked at Grey Wolf.

"Grey Wolf."

"Take a look. How's the effect?"

Grey Wolf shook his head.

"It's still too early to tell."

Feng Xiaoyuan nodded.

"All right."

"Then let's stay here for a while longer."

Seven days later.

Feng Xiaoyuan finally returned to Divine Wind City, looking at the familiar city before him.

He slowly let out a breath.

"I'm finally back."

Soon, Feng Xiaoyuan returned to the Feng Clan.

At that moment, Feng Yan was handling the clan's recent affairs.

Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out.

"Father."

"I'm back."

Feng Yan suddenly raised his head, and when he saw the familiar figure of the young man at the doorway, a smile instantly appeared on his face.

"Hahahaha."

"You little brat."

"You finally decided to come back."

Feng Yan came up to Feng Xiaoyuan and patted him on the shoulder.

Then he looked Feng Xiaoyuan up and down.

"Not bad."

"You're not injured."

Then Feng Yan suddenly froze.

Because he realized that the soul power fluctuations coming from Feng Xiaoyuan were clearly much stronger than before.

The next instant, the spiritual power of a Title Douluo swept over Feng Xiaoyuan.

After sensing him, Feng Yan's pupils suddenly constricted.

"Level twenty-six."

"Xiaoyuan."

"When you left, you were only level seventeen."

"How did you go out once and come back at level twenty-six?"

Feng Xiaoyuan smiled and explained.

"I got lucky."

"Ran into a little opportunity."

Just then, a burst of hurried footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door.

"Xiaoyuan's back?"

"Really?"

Immediately after, a figure rushed quickly into the room.

It was none other than Feng Xiaotian.

"Xiaoyuan."

When Feng Xiaotian saw his younger brother, joy instantly appeared on his face.

Without another word, he went up and pulled Feng Xiaoyuan into a bear hug.

Feng Xiaoyuan was hugged so tightly he could hardly breathe, and struggled to speak.

"Big Brother."

"Hugging me is one thing."

"But at least let me have some air."

Feng Xiaotian burst out laughing, then finally let go.

Then his expression suddenly turned serious.

"Xiaoyuan."

"Thank you."

Feng Xiaoyuan was taken aback.

"Big Brother."

"We're family. What are you thanking me for?"

Feng Xiaotian took a deep breath and said solemnly.

"If not for the Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid you sent back..."

"There's no way I could have broken through to level fifty-five by now."

"Not to mention, the immortal herb completely stabilized my foundation."

"My soul power is now far more abundant than an ordinary level fifty-five Soul King's."

"Even if I ran into a level fifty-seven or fifty-eight Soul King, I wouldn't be at any disadvantage."

"Most importantly, my martial soul now has the attribute of Ultimate Wind."

Hearing this, Feng Yan could not help bursting into loud laughter.

"Hahahaha."

"One with Ultimate Wind, one with Twin Martial Souls."

"My sons, Xiaotian and Xiaoyuan, have the potential to become gods."

Just then, Feng Xiaoyuan cut Feng Yan off.

He thought, You really shouldn't say something like that carelessly.

"Father."

"Where is Grandpa Dugu?"

"Your Grandpa Dugu should be at Divine Wind Academy at this hour."

"Then I'll have to trouble Father to call Grandpa Dugu over."

"I have something very important to tell you all."

Hearing this, Feng Yan did not hesitate in the slightest.

Using the spiritual power of a Title Douluo, he sent a voice transmission toward Dugu Bo, who was at Divine Wind Academy.

Before long, an inky-green figure arrived at the Feng Clan.

The newcomer was none other than Dugu Bo.

The moment he landed, Dugu Bo laughed heartily.

"Xiaoyuan."

"You came home and immediately had the old man summoned in such a rush."

"Is there something important?"

After seeing Dugu Bo arrive, Feng Xiaoyuan asked, "Father, Grandpa Dugu."

"Do you still remember the Soul Core I mentioned before?"

Dugu Bo nodded at his words.

"Soul Core."

"Of course I remember."

"One of the detoxification methods you spoke of before was condensing a Soul Core."

Feng Xiaoyuan nodded.

"A Soul Core can not only be used to help detoxify you, Grandpa Dugu."

"It has an even more important function."

"If a soul master can condense a Soul Core, their strength will undergo a qualitative change."

"To put it simply,"

"a Soul Core is formed by continuously compressing the soul power within the body until, in the end, a core of one's own soul power is condensed."

"From then on, all soul power will circulate around the Soul Core."

"The speed of soul power recovery, the quality of soul power, and physical strength will all receive a tremendous boost."

Dugu Bo looked thoughtful.

"So this is equivalent to rebuilding an entire system for soul power circulation?"

Feng Xiaoyuan nodded.

"More or less."

"But those are only the most basic functions of a Soul Core."

"Its true power lies in combat strength."

"After condensing a Soul Core, a soul master would be almost unmatched among those of the same level."

"Even fighting above one's level would not be impossible."

Just then, Feng Xiaotian's eyes lit up when he heard this.

"This Soul Core is that powerful?"

"Can I condense one too?"

But Feng Xiaoyuan shook his head without hesitation.

"I'm afraid not."

Feng Xiaotian hurriedly asked, "Why?"

Feng Xiaoyuan explained to Feng Xiaotian, "Although a Soul Core is powerful, the process of condensing one is extremely dangerous."

"It requires continuously compressing the soul power inside the body."

"Under normal circumstances, one must at least be a level-seventy Soul Sage or above."

"Only with sufficient soul power and physical strength can one attempt to condense a Soul Core."

"Big Brother, you're only level fifty-five right now."

"If you forced it, there would be almost no chance of success, and it might even endanger your life."

When Feng Xiaotian heard this, though he was somewhat disappointed, he still nodded.

Then Feng Xiaoyuan looked toward Feng Yan and Dugu Bo.

"However, Father, you and Grandpa Dugu can give it a try."

"You are both Title Douluo, and you both took immortal herbs before."

"For you, condensing a Soul Core shouldn't be too difficult."