Who Could Resist the Temptation of a Soul Bone?

“Main Body Old Rogue, did Yan Shaozhe come with you?”

The moment Jiang Hao stepped into the mansion, Master's Bro's urgent voice exploded in his mind.

"That's right. We needed more fighting power, so we picked up a Titled Douluo along the way."

Jiang Hao's reply carried a smug note.

"You idiot!"

Master's Bro slammed his palm onto the laboratory bench, making the glassware around him hum and rattle.

His usual composure vanished. He snatched up a stack of research reports and hurled them to the floor.

“Did a Soul Beast chew up your brain? Now, this instant! Tell every Clone to compress the Soul Power in their bodies, and make sure they compress it by different amounts!”

Meanwhile, in another corner of the laboratory, a young woman focused on grinding coffee beans by hand slowly raised her head.

A hint of mechanical stiffness crossed her delicate face. She turned toward the hysterical Master's Bro, her voice perfectly flat.

"This is the first time I've seen you lose control in days. What, is the sky falling?

Even if it is, someone taller can hold it up. Grinding these coffee beans is what's taking too long. Looks like I'll need another helper."

Master's Bro's voice exploded in Jiang Hao's Spiritual Sea again, urgent and impossible to ignore.

"A Titled Douluo can sense the Soul Power fluctuations of anyone nearby whose level is lower than his, anytime, anywhere!

All the Clones have compressed their Soul Power to around level twenty-five. Banner Bro was at level twenty-seven when you last took him in. Don't bring him back yet.

If you do, everyone will break through and give themselves away.

We hunt one Soul Beast, and suddenly gain six or seven levels.

Does that sound reasonable to you?

To a Titled Douluo, it might