"I wonder if these will allow me to advance my soul power to another level?"
He currently possesses level 69 soul power, just one step away from becoming a Soul Saint.
Ning Liu sat cross-legged on the bed, holding a soul power crystal in his palm, closed his eyes, and began to circulate his soul power, entering a meditative state.
...
Meanwhile, in a dark, dense forest.
"Waaah—"
A mournful, resentful cry from a spirit beast suddenly rang out in the silent night, startling several night birds.
A hundred-year-old soul beast of considerable size lay helplessly on the ground, its body tightly bound by countless jet-black vines.
The vines shimmered with an eerie dark light, continuously drawing life energy and soul power from the soul beasts.
At the other end of the vine was the figure of a boy sitting cross-legged.
With a soft sound.
The soul beast's body trembled violently, and its last vestige of life was completely extinguished.
Within the boy's body, a surge of soul power suddenly intensified, rising steadily.
The boy suddenly opened his eyes, a satisfaction that seemed out of place with his somewhat immature face.
"It really worked!"
He murmured softly.
"In just a few days, my soul power has actually increased again!"
"Now, I'm level 35!"
This person was none other than Tang San.
Then, he frowned slightly.
"However, using this method to plunder the energy of soul beasts for cultivation does indeed place a considerable burden on the physical body."
"Especially in the meridians and dantian, there is a faint stinging sensation."
"The reason should be... that one's own meridians have not been fully expanded!"
"It seems that we can only rely on elixirs to make up for and regulate our condition."
Tang San slowly stood up and dusted himself off.
"I wonder how the collection of spiritual herbs is progressing on the teacher's side."
Before he finished speaking, his figure disappeared into the night like a ghost, swiftly disappearing in a certain direction.
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