The first glimmer of light appeared on the horizon, and the lamps in the side hall had already gone out.
Chen Feng opened his eyes and instinctively reached beside him, only to find bedding that still held a trace of warmth.
Turning his head, he saw Ling Yuan Douluo sitting cross-legged on the floor, crimson Soul Power slowly circulating around her.
Compared with yesterday, the fluctuations of that Soul Power were clearly much stronger.
Chen Feng pushed himself upright on the bed, a hint of a smile appearing in his eyes.
It seemed that after receiving the feedback last night, Ling Yuan Douluo's Soul Power had also made a breakthrough.
At the level of a Titled Douluo, advancing even a single rank took a great deal of time.
This breakthrough had saved her quite a bit of arduous cultivation.
The clothes beside the bed had already been folded, and even his outer robe had been placed within easy reach.
Chen Feng glanced at Ling Yuan Douluo as she cultivated, and the smile on his lips deepened.
Last night, she had been too embarrassed even to look at him, yet when she got up this morning, she had taken care of all these things.
Thinking of her flushed face, he felt a little more anticipation.
Since the feedback had already appeared, the Family Tree should have changed as well.
Chen Feng raised his right hand. Gray Soul Power surged from his palm, and the Family Tree appeared with it.
The trunk, which had originally borne only three branches, now had an additional Crimson Branch.
The branch was covered in crimson leaves, with flowers of the same color dotted among them.
At the very top hung a ripe crimson fruit.
A faint sheen flowed across the fruit's surface, and the power it contained made Chen Feng's eyes light up.
The various kinds of feedback he had received before had all helped him greatly.
He wondered what he would receive this time.
Chen Feng reached out and picked the fruit, and crimson light immediately spilled between his fingers.
The flesh slowly dissipated within the light, leaving only a crimson Fruit Core.
That familiar fluctuation made him instantly understand the Fruit Core's purpose.
"Finally, another Soul Ring."
Holding the Fruit Core, Chen Feng could no longer suppress the smile on his face.
His Soul Power had remained at rank twenty for some time.
Although his hundred-thousand-year first Soul Ring made him far stronger than Soul Masters of the same rank, having one fewer Soul Ring ultimately meant having one fewer Soul Skill.
Now that he had his second Soul Ring, his Soul Power could continue to rise as well.
Chen Feng collected his thoughts and sat cross-legged right on the bed.
The crimson Fruit Core turned into a streak of light and sank into his body.
The next moment, searing power spread through his meridians, rapidly surging into every limb and bone.
The Family Tree swayed gently, and the leaves on its Crimson Branch rustled softly along with it.
Chen Feng closed his eyes and circulated his Soul Power to absorb that energy.
The entire process went extremely smoothly, without even the slightest swelling pain in his meridians.
A short while later, a red Soul Ring slowly rose from beneath him.
His original first Soul Ring also appeared, and the two red Soul Rings pulsed up and down, bathing the bed curtains in crimson.
His Soul Power, which had remained at rank twenty, finally crossed that barrier.
Rank twenty-one, Soul Grandmaster.
At the same time, information about two Soul Skills flooded his mind, making the corners of Chen Feng's mouth lift slightly.
Once again, the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring had granted him two second Soul Skills.
Ling Yuan Douluo, seated on the floor, completed her breakthrough at that moment as well.
The Soul Power around her slowly withdrew, and her tightly closed eyes finally opened.
Feeling the abundant power within her, Ling Yuan Douluo's eyes filled with joy.
Rank ninety-two. She had actually broken through just like that.
The bottleneck that had trapped her for so long had loosened after last night, and with a little cultivation this morning, she had smoothly crossed it.
Even now, she found such a pace of advancement somewhat hard to believe.
Her gaze fell on the bed, where two red Soul Rings were slowly revolving around Chen Feng.
"Your second Soul Ring is another hundred-thousand-year one?"
Ling Yuan Douluo shot to her feet, almost losing control of her newly advanced Soul Power.
Before they rested last night, His Highness the Holy Son had clearly possessed only one Soul Ring.
This was the crown prince's side hall, and there was not even a single Soul Beast nearby. Where had he obtained his second Soul Ring?
What was more, it was a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring.
Even she had no confidence in taking on a Soul Beast of that level alone.
Chen Feng opened his eyes, looked at Ling Yuan Douluo, and asked with a broad smile, "Elder Ling Yuan, were you satisfied with your rest last night?"
At his words, Ling Yuan Douluo could not help recalling those shameful, outrageous scenes from last night.
In the end, she had failed to hold her final line, allowing His Highness the Holy Son to break through her defenses.
"Your Highness, let us treat last night as a beautiful dream."
Ling Yuan Douluo's cheeks flushed slightly. She bit her red lip, her voice growing quieter.
They could temporarily forget the differences in their status and age last night, but once daylight came, they had to face them.
When she returned to Spirit Hall, in what capacity would she stand beside him?
"That won't do. I never intended to forget everything once I woke up."
Chen Feng shook his head and reached out to hold her hand. "Since you promised to stay with me, you're not allowed to go back on your word."
Ling Yuan Douluo's fingertips trembled slightly. She raised her head to meet his gaze, and suddenly, the words on the tip of her tongue would no longer come out.
"By the way, I still don't know your real name."
Chen Feng gently squeezed her hand and asked with a smile.
"Lin Yuan. My name is Lin Yuan."
Ling Yuan Douluo hesitated for a moment, but ultimately told him.
"Lin Yuan. A lovely name."
Chen Feng released the Family Tree again, plucking a leaf and then a flower from the Crimson Branch.
The leaf and flower fell into his palm, giving off a soft crimson glow.
"The leaf lets you talk to me, and the flower lets us teleport to each other. Keep them with you."
Chen Feng placed the two items in her hand and earnestly reminded her.
Lin Yuan looked down at her palm, the corners of her lips rising involuntarily.
"Mm. I'll keep them safe."
She carefully put away the leaf and flower, and the smile in her eyes lingered for a long time.
Just then, someone pushed open the hall doors, and Qian Renxue walked in, already disguised as Xue Qinghe.
"It's daylight. You should leave."
Qian Renxue glanced over the two of them, her gaze lingering for a moment on Lin Yuan's flushed face, a touch of jealousy stirring within her.
"Got it. I'll come back later."
Chen Feng put on his outer robe, stepped forward to hug Qian Renxue, and only then let go.
"The Imperial Fighting Team will be going to the Great Soul Arena today. If you want to find them, just head straight there."
Qian Renxue straightened her rumpled lapels and quietly reminded him.
Chen Feng nodded, turned to Lin Yuan, and reached out to put his arms around her waist.
Crimson Soul Power surged, and the two figures rose high into the sky in an instant.
After breaking through to rank ninety-two, Lin Yuan was even faster, and they vanished into the morning light in the blink of an eye.
Qian Renxue stared blankly in the direction they had left.
She was his wife, yet she was not his first woman.
She had even helped create an opportunity for him last night to spend a night of passion with another woman.
Qian Renxue, what on earth has gotten into you?
Now that she thought back on it, that fellow's words had been riddled with holes, yet she had actually believed him last night.
Could I really have been bewitched by his beauty?
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