At the peak of the Sacred Mountain, Worship Hall.
Qian Renheng had just crossed the towering gates of the Worship Hall when he ran into Qian Renxue, who was about to leave.
"Brother, you're back?!"
Seeing Qian Renheng return safely, a brilliant smile instantly bloomed across Qian Renxue's exquisite face. She rushed over like a cheerful little sparrow.
Qian Renxue looked Qian Renheng up and down, curiosity glittering in her clear sapphire-blue eyes. She impatiently asked, "Brother, tell me quickly! Just how many years of cultivation did the Soul Beast that produced your eighth Soul Ring have?!"
After all, Qian Renxue was only a level seventy-four Soul Saint at the moment.
She could not see through Qian Renheng's Soul Power Level, which was far higher than her own. Thus, she could only ask curiously.
Seeing his sister's inquisitive expression, Qian Renheng smiled faintly and raised a hand to gently stroke her soft golden hair.
"My luck was fairly good."
Qian Renheng spoke calmly, as though he were discussing something insignificant. "This time, Great-Uncle helped me find a two-hundred-thousand-year Hell Death Sea Urchin out at sea."
"After absorbing the Soul Ring it produced, my Soul Power Level has stabilized at level eighty-four!"
"Level eighty-four..."
Hearing that, Qian Renxue quietly calculated in her heart and muttered somewhat helplessly, "I've only just reached level seventy-four, yet there's already a full ten levels of Soul Power between Brother and me!"
However, Qian Renxue did not appear overly shocked or discouraged.
After all, she knew perfectly well that her brother had absorbed a terrifying two-hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring!
Given the enormous energy it returned to him, gaining four levels of Soul Power at once was perfectly reasonable.
Comparing cultivation speed with this monstrous brother of hers was simply asking for misery.
"Oh, right, Brother!"
Qian Renxue's