367 Condensing a Life Soul Again (2/2)

But after pressing the doorbell a few times, there was still no response. Instead, there was the sound of something shattering coming from inside the house.

An Jing looked up and saw that the balcony door on the second floor wasn't locked. She leaped up and landed on the balcony before pushing the door open and entering.

”Zhou Wen, what are you doing?” An Jing walked inside as she spoke.

No one answered her, but there was another loud bang. An Jing heard it clearly this time. The sound came from the training room.

There's soundproofing in the training room. Even boxing sandbags wouldn't leak any sound. What's he doing? Had something really happened? An Jing thought to herself as she looked around. Suddenly, she saw a spot in the ground that had signs of heat warping. It seemed to have solidified after melting. Immediately feeling something amiss, she was certain that something had happened.

An Jing naturally didn't know that the floor was damaged due to Zhou Wen's summoning of the goldfish. She had imagined that Zhou Wen had been attacked.

Don't tell me the League's Special Inspector Bureau attacked him? She quickly rushed to the training room and pushed the door. It was locked from the inside and didn't budge.

An Jing knocked on the door and called out Zhou Wen's name a few times, but no one answered. She was even more certain that something had happened to him.

Without any hesitation, she summoned a sword and sliced through the training room's steel door and rushed in.

The scene she saw when she entered left her slightly taken aback.

The scene in the training room wasn't as she had imagined. There were no men from the bureau, no signs of fighting, nor were there any signs of items shattering.

The only thing she could see was Zhou Wen floating in midair, his entire body emitting light and heat like a sun.

Although the light was a little blinding, it didn't cause any harm. The temperature made her feel hot, but it wasn't unbearable. Instead, it was comfortable, akin to sunbathing.

He's condensing a Life Soul… An Jing stared at Zhou Wen as her pupils constricted.

Back when she had defeated Zhou Wen with one strike, he was only at the Mortal stage—worthless. In less than a year, Zhou Wen was already condensing a Life Soul to advance to the Epic stage. Such a speed was too fast, so fast that it left An Jing jealous.

If it weren't for my chronic ailment, I would have advanced to the Epic stage a long time ago. If not for the fact that I can't go to the Holy Land, his Sun God bloodline would have belonged to me. An Jing looked at Zhou Wen and thought to herself.

But soon, An Jing realized that something was amiss with Zhou Wen's situation.

Zhou Wen's strength looked like it was a result of the Sun God bloodline being suitable with the Sun Strafe Art, but upon careful inspection, she realized that it wasn't the case. It looked a little different.

What's happening? Did he not cultivate the Sun Strafe Art? Then what did he cultivate in? How did he obtain the Sun God bloodline? An Jing was puzzled. She stared at Zhou Wen who was condensing his Life Soul and carefully observed him.

Bang! Bang!

An Jing heard the sound again, but she realized that the sound came from Zhou Wen's body—from his chest. The sound seemed to be his heartbeat.