Inside the room, Chen Tianyuan sat cross-legged on the bed, his soul power circulating continuously through his body before finally gathering in his dantian.
At his current cultivation speed, Chen Tianyuan would surely break through to Titled Douluo within five years.
But Chen Tianyuan was not satisfied with that.
Although he had won his sparring matches against the Hongchen siblings and Wang Qiu'er a few days earlier, he had also discovered his own shortcoming: his soul power was not potent enough.
It was not exactly weak. More precisely, it had not reached his expectations.
He had imagined that his soul power would be potent enough to withstand any attack below the Soul Saint level, yet both Meng Hongchen's Sixth Soul Skill and Wang Qiu'er's Golden Dragon Spear had injured him.
That was naturally a result of his soul power lacking potency. His sparring match with Han Ruoruo a few days earlier was another example. Although he had suppressed her throughout the fight, the difference in the potency of their soul power had still been obvious.
With only a little effort, Han Ruoruo had crushed the lightning dragon formed from his soul power...
Zhang Lexuan had just stepped out of the bathroom when she saw Chen Tianyuan staring blankly at the wall. She immediately asked, "What are you thinking about?"
Chen Tianyuan turned his head and happened to catch sight of Zhang Lexuan wrapped in nothing but a bath towel. In the past, he would certainly have reacted.
But the benefits of advancing his spiritual power extended to every aspect of his life. He could now control his body very well.
Seeing Chen Tianyuan staring fixedly at her, Zhang Lexuan could not help recalling what Wu Ming had said that day.
"Senior Sister, you won't truly feel at ease until the