Evil Soul Masters Are Like Cockroaches by the Roadside

Another seven days passed, and Chen An rose to level 38. Compared to four years ago, this cultivation speed was practically taking off.

During this time, every morning, Wu Changkong taught Tang Wuling the method for circulating the Purple Demon Eyes.

For most of the remaining time, he stayed in his room, sitting silently in meditation. Occasionally, he went out for half a day to handle personal matters.

On the other side of the wall, due to Tang Wuling's bloodline resonance, Chen An's Fate Wheel continued to refresh.

However, most of the sectors it rolled up were unremarkable and failed to stir any desire in him to draw.

Chen An did not take the initiative to strike up a conversation, and Wu Changkong did not speak unnecessarily either. Chen An simply meditated and cultivated on his own.

The next day, after lunch in the hotel cafeteria, Tang Wuling came running over to find Chen An in the hallway, her face full of excitement.

"Xiao An! I just broke through and gained another level! And I can clearly feel that after cultivating the Tang Sect's techniques, my Soul Power has become much more condensed than before!"

"That's great."

Chen An was sincerely happy for her.

"At this pace, Sister Wuling, you should be able to challenge the Three-Ring Realm next semester."

Tang Wuling put one hand on her waist and held out her index finger and thumb with the other.

"Your big sister has decided not to leave her room for the entire day. I'm going to speed things up even more. You play around every day, so be careful I don't catch up to you."

If she really managed to skip twenty levels, he would accept it.

"Balancing work and rest is what matters most. Remember to take breaks too."