Peerless: Tang San, this time Huo Yuhao is the attacker.

In the early morning, the dim light shone through the white gauze curtains, and large waves of air surged out continuously, instantly waking the two of them.

Huo Yuhao withdrew his hand, concealing the source of the shockwave—it was the alarm clock he had set.

Ling Luochen held a cylindrical soul tool in his hand. The soul tool had two layers, with a completely transparent outer shell that revealed the deep blue gemstone embedded inside.

As soul power was injected, a beautiful and soft light emanated from the gem, and a string of numbers appeared on the surface of its transparent shell.

-80.2 degrees Celsius.

A hint of joy appeared in Ling Luochen's eyes. Cultivating with Huo Yuhao really could improve the quality of one's martial soul.

She had been stuck at the threshold of minus eighty degrees Celsius, always just a hair's breadth away, and her cultivation from yesterday noon until now has just filled in that last piece of the puzzle.

"Senior, what's this?" Huo Yuhao looked at the cylinder in Ling Luochen's hand with a scrutinizing gaze.

He is currently only a Level 2 Soul Master, and his knowledge of Soul Tools is still very limited. He has not yet learned some of the less common and higher-level Soul Tools.

However, judging from his performance just now, Huo Yuhao could roughly guess the function of this soul tool: temperature measurement.

He was familiar with temperature-controlled soul tools, but the one Ling Luochen held looked quite different from the temperature-controlled soul tools he remembered.

"This is a temperature-controlled soul guide device that I specially customized. It eliminates the high-temperature part and only targets the low temperature, which greatly improves the measurement range of low temperature."

Ling Luochen didn't notice that a faint smile unconsciously appeared on her face as she spoke.

Huo Yuhao nodded knowingly. It was custom-made. No wonder he didn't recognize it. This should be a branch of temperature-controlled soul tools. It's normal that he doesn't understand it.

"Would you like to give it a try?" Ling Luochen handed over the soul tool. Huo Yuhao also wanted to know where his limits were, so he immediately controlled his soul power and poured it into it.

"Um?"

Huo Yuhao let out a soft exclamation. He discovered that after absorbing his soul power, the soul tool had begun to resonate with the soul power within his body a second time.

To put it simply, the soul tool resonates with the soul power he injects into his body.

As for what resonance can achieve, that is determined by the core magic array inside.

"This soul tool must be of a high grade, right?" Huo Yuhao asked, but his tone was very confident.

"This is a level 5 soul tool. It cost a total of 80,000 gold soul coins to make and receive. It can measure down to minus 200 degrees Celsius."

Huo Yuhao was not surprised; the core magic array that enables the resonance of soul power is something that only high-level soul masters can master.

Reaching level five for a rankless temperature-controlled soul tool is essentially achieving the pinnacle.

Just as the two were talking, the soul tool's process was completed, and a large three-digit number appeared.

-102.5.

Upon seeing this number, Ling Luochen was shocked, but even more so, she felt envious.

Ling Luochen had anticipated that Huo Yuhao's extreme temperature could exceed her own, after all, as a Soul King, she didn't even have the right to make a move in front of Huo Yuhao, a Great Soul Master.

-102.5 degrees Celsius is Huo Yuhao's limit as a Great Soul Master, but it is almost the limit of her entire life.

(Chapter 474 of the original work: minus 100 degrees Celsius is a threshold for ice-attribute soul masters, which most ice-attribute soul masters cannot reach.)

In Chapter 112 of the original novel, Ling Luochen's current limit was around minus eighty degrees Celsius, while Huo Yuhao's limit at that time was far higher than Ling Luochen's.

Furthermore, to reach that temperature, she must persevere and maintain rigorous training.

It really proves the saying: genius is just the threshold to my being.

If you are not an ice-attribute soul master, seeing Huo Yuhao is like a frog in a well looking at the moon in the sky; if you are an ice-attribute soul master, seeing Huo Yuhao is like a mayfly gazing at the blue sky.

"That's wonderful." Ling Luochen sighed subconsciously, a hint of melancholy inevitably flashing in his eyes. This feeling of knowing it's impossible is truly unpleasant.

"Don't be discouraged, senior. I will help you. You may have a chance to reach the pinnacle of ice in the future."

"I hope so." Huo Yuhao's expression was serious, but Ling Luochen assumed he was just trying to comfort himself because he didn't know how powerful the Extreme Ice was.

While I found it amusing, I couldn't help but feel a touch of emotion and warmth.

The ultimate ice is not something that can be achieved simply by cultivating together; its difficulty may be comparable to becoming a Limit Douluo.

What Ling Luochen didn't know was that Huo Yuhao wasn't trying to comfort her. The current advancement requirement for [Frost Blessing] was to raise Ling Luochen's maximum temperature to minus 110 degrees Celsius.

The subsequent red and gold advancement conditions will most likely result in Ultimate Ice. Even if Ultimate Ice is incredibly powerful, it's not as powerful as its associated stats.

"We have one more hour. Let's wash up first, have a meal, and then meet outside the city."

Ling Luochen leaned slightly forward and spread her legs, a movement that perfectly showcased her graceful curves.

She walked barefoot on the floor, her figure gracefully making her way to the bathroom.

However, when Ling Luochen stepped into the bathroom, he suddenly realized that the bathroom was not completely opaque.

Although the solid-color glass blurs the view to some extent, the complete outline can still be seen.

Ling Luochen is very clean and takes a bath every day.

She had already been in battle yesterday morning, so she should have cleaned herself up promptly. However, she was so focused on improving the quality of her martial soul that she completely forgot about it.

Through the glass, Ling Luochen saw Huo Yuhao standing by the window, but she couldn't make out his features. This made her feel slightly relieved, but not too much.

Whether it's full nudity or half nudity, it's still nudity in essence, and Ling Luochen was caught in a dilemma.

She felt embarrassed to wash herself, but if she didn't, she felt uncomfortable.

Just as Ling Luochen mustered up the courage to undress, Huo Yuhao suddenly turned around, startling her so much that she froze on the spot.

"Didn't you say you were going to wash up? Why are you standing there?" Huo Yuhao asked, puzzled. Washing your face and brushing your teeth should only take a few minutes, so why was Ling Luochen taking so long?

"Um, junior, I'd like to take a shower."

Ling Luochen's weak voice came through, and Huo Yuhao immediately understood, and couldn't help but chuckle, "Senior, you should have said so earlier, I would have gone out."

"Thank you for your help, junior."

Seeing Huo Yuhao leave the room, Ling Luochen breathed a sigh of relief, the pressure in her heart disappearing without a trace. She took off her clothes, revealing a snow-white body, and began to wash herself carefully.

"Junior, you can come in now." Huo Yuhao had been waiting outside the door for ten minutes when he heard Ling Luochen calling him, so he immediately pushed the door open and entered.

Ling Luochen was still dressed as an inner courtyard disciple. Apart from her fair and rosy skin, Huo Yuhao didn't notice any changes in her.

He entered the bathroom, where white steam filled the air and a faint, pleasant fragrance lingered.

Huo Yuhao quickly washed up and had breakfast with Ling Luochen at the hotel. Of course, it couldn't compare to the food at Shrek Academy's cafeteria.

The ingredients here are just ordinary soul beast meat.

The two headed toward the city gate, but Ling Luochen suddenly stopped. Huo Yuhao noticed that Xiao Xiangfeng had disappeared from his side and subconsciously turned his head to look.

"What's wrong, senior?"