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Some of the children saw the two of them reveal martial souls and levels that were clearly stronger than their own, and envious looks came their way. Low gasps of amazement rose from the crowd.
"Wow, Level 6!"
"That shield is huge!"
"That black eagle looks so fierce!"
Chen Mu nodded in satisfaction. "Not bad. Bian Zhu, Mystic Armor Turtle Shield—a fine Defense Type seedling. Xiang Feng, Mystic Iron Eagle Falcon—full of aggression. Both are good martial souls! Level 6 Innate Soul Power, and at this age, reaching rank nineteen and rank seventeen means your soul power foundation—purity and cohesion—is very solid."
The unruliness in Xiang Feng's eyes eased slightly, and his back straightened even more.
Chen Mu looked at them. Without systematic cultivation, reaching this level was quite good.
However, he did not know whether they came from some power or clan. Especially that Xiang Feng—judging by his temperament, he should have some background. Was he from some small clan?
Just then, Chen Xiaojun took an item out of his Storage Soul Tool and handed it to Chen Mu.
It was a sphere, crystal clear throughout like Glazed Tile, with a hazy nebula slowly swirling inside—it was precisely the top-grade Soul Testing Ball that Bo Xian'er's great-grandmother had bestowed on him!
Not only was its measuring precision far superior to ordinary Soul Testing Balls, it could also use the soul power input by the tester and their affinity with it to more accurately trace back and deduce the value of their Innate Soul Power, with an extremely small margin of error.
The moment Chen Mu took it, he felt the warm yet vast energy fluctuations coming from the Soul Testing Ball. His pupils shrank slightly, and he looked at Chen Xiaojun in