The Beginning of Clear Sky Sect's Tragedy

"Damn it, I've broken through to Level-Ninety-Six."

An immensely powerful wave of Soul Power came from the secret chamber in Ling Yuan's room. Two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red Soul Ring circled her body. Bathed in Ling Yuan Flame, she flew into Qin Xuan's arms and wrapped her hands around his neck.

She naturally offered him a sweet kiss. Held in Qin Xuan's arms, the two spun around in place.

At that moment, Ling Yuan was beyond excited and thrilled. A Level-Ninety-Six Peak Douluo—something she had never even dared to dream of before.

And all of this had been given to her by her little man. If he had not raised her Ninth Soul Ring to a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast level, then even after taking an Immortal Herb, cultivating the technique, and opening all Eight Extraordinary Meridians throughout her body, she would still have needed quite some time.

After all, she had the poorest talent among Qin Xuan's many women.

And affected by her age, her Soul Power grew far more slowly than those youngsters in their twenties or thirties, like Nong Yu, Bibi Dong, Ah Yin, and even Liu Erlong.

Even Liu Erlong, the weakest among them in cultivation, had recently advanced to Soul Douluo.

After a long while, accompanied by an embarrassing snap as a strand broke, Qin Xuan looked at the faintly flushed Ling Yuan and chuckled. "So, how are you going to thank me?"

Ling Yuan pursed her lips and leaned close to whisper a few words into Qin Xuan's ear. Excitement immediately flashed in his eyes. He could not help asking, "Even hanging upside down?"

"Of course." As Ling Yuan spoke, she took the initiative to jump into Qin Xuan's arms. Cradled in his arms, she signaled with her eyes for him