"Phew..."
Inside a spacious, quiet room in the Worship Hall.
Qian Renheng, seated cross-legged on the bed, slowly exhaled a stream of turbid air like a white ribbon.
As that breath left him, the powerful, profound fluctuations of Soul Power surrounding his body rapidly receded into him like the ebbing tide.
Qian Renheng opened his deep black eyes and felt the surging strength within him undergo another qualitative transformation. A satisfied smile rose at the corners of his lips.
"Several days of secluded cultivation haven't been wasted after all."
Qian Renheng clenched his fist and murmured, "I finally broke through! A Seventy-Ninth Rank High-Rank Soul Saint. Now I'm only one level away from the Eightieth Rank Soul Douluo threshold!"
Rising from the bed, Qian Renheng gave a vigorous stretch, and a series of crisp crackles erupted from his bones.
He turned his head toward the two Martial Souls seated cross-legged on either side of him, assisting his cultivation.
"Ming Ji, Chun Xing, you've worked hard these past few days, continuously circulating Soul Power at such high intensity."
With a gentle expression, Qian Renheng smiled at the two Martial Souls that possessed independent consciousness. "Now that I've broken through successfully, we'll stop cultivating for today. Go out and have some fun. Get some fresh air."
"Alright! That's great, we can finally go out and play!"
Chun Xing, dressed in a green skirt, immediately cheered and bounced about like a lark freed from its cage.
She grabbed the pale wrist of the aloof Ming Ji beside her and giggled. "Sister Ming Ji, hurry, hurry! Let's go outside the city and look at those newly blooming flowers!"
With that, the two exquisite thumb-sized sprites transformed into black and green streaks of light, flying directly out through the half-open window and vanishing beyond the