Half a Month Asleep

"Could there be something special about his bloodline?" Soul-Snatching Horse-Face asked, stroking his chin.

"He carries dragon blood. I can sense that. But if that were all, the dragon origin might enter his body, yet it certainly wouldn't be as stable as it is now," Zhong Kui said, brushing his beard.

"My lord, you call this stable?"

Watching Shen Luo roll back and forth on the ground as though in his death throes, Soul-Snatching Horse-Face could not help swallowing.

"Under normal circumstances, dragon origin entering an ordinary person's body would provoke such severe rejection that his body would have exploded on the spot. The fact that he's endured this long is already highly unusual," Zhong Kui said.

As he finished speaking, a strange thought rose in his mind. Could the Jing River Dragon King have deliberately bestowed this dragon origin on him?

Soul-Snatching Horse-Face stared at Shen Luo with wide eyes, equally unable to make sense of it.

"There's still a mountain of matters to handle in the Underworld. I'll leave first. Stay here and watch over him," Zhong Kui said, then drifted away.

Soul-Snatching Horse-Face sighed and went to sit quietly off to one side. He watched helplessly as Shen Luo rolled on the ground, his aura steadily rising from the early Soul Condensation stage until he broke through two successive barriers and reached the late Soul Condensation stage.

"Heh, you little brat. A few more rolls, and will I have to start calling you Senior?" Soul-Snatching Horse-Face exclaimed in amazement.

But no sooner had he spoken than Shen Luo's body abruptly stiffened, and he lay there completely motionless.

Startled, he hurried over to examine him. Only after discovering that Shen Luo was unharmed and had merely passed out did he relax.

To Shen Luo himself, it felt as