Xuan Xiao slept straight through until the next morning. It was nearly noon when he finally woke groggily, lifting his head from the pillow with his eyes still barely able to open.
He rubbed his eyes and let out a huge yawn, squeezing tears from the corners of them. His bones crackled all over; he had slept so deeply that his body had gone stiff.
Sunlight streaming through the window warmed the room. The sandalwood scent mingled with the warmth of the brazier, making it hard to leave the covers, but he knew he could not laze about any longer.
Xuan Xiao stretched, loosening his arms and legs, then sat up, crossed his legs, and assumed a cultivation posture. Closing his eyes, he began guiding Soul Power through his body.
The Soul Power flowed downward along his meridians, starting from his dantian and circling through his entire body again and again like a docile little snake. Everywhere it passed felt pleasantly warm, comfortable beyond measure.
He could clearly sense that his Soul Power had become a little more condensed than yesterday. As it circulated through his body, it carried a weighty presence, every strand as heavy as mercury.
Feeling the ever-growing fluctuations of Soul Power within him, Xuan Xiao could not help smiling, his grin nearly reaching his ears. He was absolutely delighted.
It seemed his decision to condense his first Soul Core at level fifty had been right. This thing was practically an AFK cheat; without any attention from him, it ran like mad on its own.
In roughly ten months, he had gone straight from level fifty-one to the peak of level fifty-eight. That speed would probably terrify a whole swath of so-called geniuses in the history of the Douluo Continent.
He was only fourteen this year, yet