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Chapter 279 Condensing Soul Core
The following day, as dawn broke, soft light streamed through the windows of the hotel's top-floor suite, casting dappled shadows on the luxurious carpet.

Ling Han slowly regained consciousness from his sleep. The first thing he felt was not the abundance of soul power, but a slight pressure and numbness coming from both sides of his body.

He opened his icy, hellish eyes. His vision was initially blurry, but then the scene before him became clear.

His left arm was being held tightly in Wang Dong'er's arms. The girl was lying on her side, with most of her face buried between his arm and the soft pillow, only her smooth forehead and a few playful strands of pinkish-blue hair showing. She was fast asleep, her breathing even and long, as if she were hugging her most beloved pillow, showing no sign of waking up.

Her long eyelashes were as still as butterfly wings, and her beautiful sleeping face looked exceptionally serene and harmless in the morning light.

His right leg was being pressed down by another heavy yet surprisingly elastic force. Wang Qiu'er's sleeping posture was much more "domineering" than Wang Dong'er's. One of her long, strong, and perfectly shaped legs straddled him without any hesitation, pressing down on his thigh, causing his blood circulation in his lower body to become somewhat sluggish, resulting in a noticeable numbness.

Wang Qiu'er was also lying on her side, facing Ling Han. Her long golden hair was spread out on the pillow like a splendid brocade. Her cold and beautiful face had lost some of its usual sharpness in her sleep, and had more soft lines. However, the innate nobility between her brows and the golden dragon power dormant in her body still made her look like a sleeping female war god.

Ling Han lay quietly for a moment, feeling the warmth and pressure from his arms and legs. This feeling of being relied upon and "invaded" was quite novel to him. It wasn't that he was unaccustomed to their closeness, but this unguarded sleeping posture stirred even the frozen lake of his heart.

Only when the numbness became more and more obvious did Ling Han begin to move extremely slowly and carefully. He first tried to slowly pull his left arm away from Wang Dong'er's embrace, his movements as gentle as if handling a rare treasure, for fear of disturbing her sweet dreams.

Wang Dong'er whimpered in her sleep, wrinkled her delicate nose, and subconsciously reached out to grab Ling Han's pillow, hugging it to her chest before finally falling back asleep. Ling Han watched her adorable, unconscious gesture, and a barely perceptible twitch appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Next, he needed to deal with the problem with his right leg. He slightly lifted the thigh that Wang Qiu'er was pressing down on, trying to move her leg away.

However, even in her sleep, Wang Qiu'er's body reacted with extreme sensitivity. Sensing the movement of the support, she pressed down even harder with her long leg, even unconsciously rubbing it as if searching for a more comfortable position. Despite his robust physique, his right leg inevitably felt a tingling numbness.

Helpless, Ling Han had no choice but to use a more ingenious angle, supporting her calf with his palm and slowly moving that powerful and beautiful leg off his leg.

Finally, after expending more energy than he would have spent dealing with a battle, Ling Han successfully broke free from the two girls' restraints.

He got up and stood by the bed, looking down at the two stunningly beautiful girls still fast asleep. One was charming and lively, the other aloof and noble, yet both showed their most vulnerable side in his presence. He gently pulled the soft blanket over them, carefully covering them, especially making sure to tuck Wang Dong'er's exposed arms and Wang Qiu'er's restless legs under the covers.

After doing all this, he turned around, put on his usual dark robe, and quietly left the bedroom, entering the room next to the suite that he had temporarily converted into a quiet room.

Three days passed quietly amidst intense preparations and rigorous training. On the surface, Martial Soul City appeared calm, but beneath the surface, undercurrents surged. The aftershocks of the street clash between the Beast God Pavilion and the Martial Soul Hall were still palpable, and everyone could feel the terrifying tension suppressed beneath the calm surface. All factions were observing, awaiting the official opening of the competition, anticipating that destined-to-be-earth-shattering collision.

For the past three days, Ling Han has barely left his house, devoting all his energy to cultivation. He clearly felt that his soul power at the peak of level 49 had reached its limit, and the barrier leading to the Soul King realm was as thin as a cicada's wing, as if it could be pierced at any moment.

On the third day, at noon.

Inside the quiet room, Ling Han sat cross-legged, his palms facing upwards. His aura was completely contained, like the stillness before a storm. He guided the surging soul power within him, like a torrent gathering strength, launching attack after attack against that final bottleneck!

"boom--!"

It was as if something exploded within his body, or as if some invisible shackles had been broken! The moment his soul power finally broke through that barrier and stepped into the threshold of level fifty, a sudden change occurred!

The two extreme attributes that had been relatively balanced within him—extreme ice and extreme power—lost their level of suppression at this crucial breakthrough point, and like wild horses, they suddenly converged and collided within his dantian!
This was not something he intentionally guided, but rather a natural evolution of his martial soul's origin at the moment of advancement, an excellent opportunity to break through to a higher level of power—to condense a soul core! Once successful, the quality of his soul power, its recovery speed, and his control over his own power will all experience a qualitative leap!

In an instant, Ling Han's dantian seemed to transform into two battlefields with completely different attributes.

On one side was the ultimate ice-attribute soul power originating from the Ice Prison Dragon Emperor's martial soul. Originally as gentle as a glacial river, it suddenly became incredibly violent, like an ice volcano that had been accumulating for millennia in the deepest part of the far north erupting with a roar!
Countless tiny ice crystal fragments, shimmering with a cold, eerie blue light, collided, rubbed, and condensed wildly in the torrent of soul power, emitting a bone-chilling low temperature that could freeze the soul! The entire dantian felt as if it were about to be completely frozen, and the meridians felt a stinging pain as if they were being frozen and cracked.

On the other side, there was the ultimate power attribute originating from the Martial Soul itself. Like a sleeping ancient dragon emperor awakening, it transformed into scorching, violent golden torrents filled with unparalleled destructive will, crashing into that frozen world like boiling magma! This power was domineering and incomparably powerful, carrying the will to shatter everything, forming a stark contrast with the ultimate ice soul power.

Initially, the two forces were clearly distinct and incompatible within the dantian. The ultimate icy force was cold, heavy, and possessed an overbearing power that could freeze and control everything, attempting to freeze and assimilate the golden torrent of power. On the other hand, the ultimate force was scorching, violent, and ruthless, tearing apart all obstacles, frantically impacting and shaking the blue ice crystal barrier.

Rejection! Utter rejection!

Two forces, both at their peak but with nearly opposite attributes, clashed and collided, creating turbulent energy currents that raged within Ling Han's dantian. He felt as if his internal organs were being repeatedly tempered between the extremes of ice and fire, causing him waves of dull pain.

Half of his body was covered with a light frost, giving his skin an eerie blue hue, while the other half had a reddish complexion and faint steam rising from it, making the situation look extremely strange and dangerous.

(End of this chapter)