Inside the Creation Exquisite Pagoda, Xue Qinghe looked at Ning Chuan as though he were an idiot.
"Ning Chuan, are you all right?" Xue Qinghe asked, a trace of concern on his face. He had no idea where Ning Chuan got such confidence.
Ning Chuan offered no explanation, merely saying, "Xue Qinghe, who on the Douluo Continent do you think could keep your soul from dissipating for decades?"
Xue Qinghe froze at those words, then abruptly realized that he had already been dead for decades. As the imperial family's eldest legitimate son, he knew a great deal about the Soul Master World. Yet neither in the palace archives nor in casual conversations had he ever heard of someone whose soul could remain in the world with its consciousness intact after death.
"Ning Chuan, what is your current soul power level?" Xue Qinghe immediately asked.
"Forty-nine!" Ning Chuan replied.
"Didn't your martial soul undergo a malignant mutation? Wasn't your innate soul power only half a level?" Xue Qinghe asked in astonishment.
"That's right. It took me twelve years to reach level ten. Then my martial soul evolved, and it took me just over a year and a half to reach level forty-nine!" Ning Chuan told him the truth. Xue Qinghe could not leave this place anyway, so there was no fear of the information leaking.
"What?" Xue Qinghe was instantly dumbstruck. Nearly forty levels in a year and a half-who would believe that?
He finally understood why Ning Chuan had dared to make such a bold declaration about reshaping the continent's order in ten years.
"How exactly did you manage it?" Xue Qinghe asked.
"Never mind that. Let me ask you this: what do you think of Spirit Hall awakening martial souls for commoners free of charge and providing subsidies to