God-level Martial Soul?

Herta came from the slums. She had lost both parents in childhood and had been alone all these years. After accidentally watching a forging session, she developed a deep interest in forging and often picked up leftover materials to practice with.

Although she possessed exceptional talent, she had never displayed it before others. That was until she met Mu Chen and was brought home by the Saint Craftsman...

That was all Yuan Bao'er had learned from Herta. Such a pitiful child instantly stirred the maternal instincts of Yuan Bao'er, who had a child of her own.

"I've decided! From now on, little Herta is my daughter! Who agrees? Who objects?"

"Mom Bao Er is right!"

Watching the two figures before them—one large and one small—standing with hands on their hips and chins held high, Mu Chen and Mu Xi fell silent at the same time, both wearing expressions of indescribable confusion.

How long had it even been? How had they become so close already?

Still, no one stepped forward to object. After all, Yuan Bao'er held the highest status in the household.

Mu Chen was simply afraid of his wife. It was already fortunate that she did not make him kneel on a washboard.

As for Mu Xi, how could a little girl possibly defeat her own mother?

Aside from not daring to object, they had no reason to refuse. Mu Xi was interested in forging, and since Herta had earned her father's notice, she clearly possessed considerable talent. The two of them would surely have plenty to talk about.

Mu Chen had originally intended to take on a disciple, while Yuan Bao'er had turned taking on a disciple into taking on a daughter. That was clearly a step further—how could he refuse?

And so, Herta seamlessly became part of Mu Chen's family, a member of the Saint Craftsman's household and a younger sister just a few days younger than Mu Xi.

A few days later.

"So Herta, you're already a Forging Master..." After hearing Herta describe some of her forging achievements, Mu Xi was filled with envy. She was forging as well, but she had only just begun and had barely achieved a little success.

However, that small achievement was nowhere near enough for her to be called a Forging Master. Only with her father's help could Mu Xi barely perform Hundred Refinement.

"Mm, but my Soul Power is still too low. Before I raise it, I'm afraid I won't be able to make another breakthrough."

After several days of interaction, Mu Xi and Herta's relationship had clearly advanced by leaps and bounds. They shared the same hobby, and a few conversations about forging had been enough to make them good friends.

However, compared to Mu Xi, someone else was clearly not doing so well.

"Xiao Xi, Herta, tell me your martial souls and Soul Power levels later. You're both old enough to start school."

Mu Xi was already nine years old, and Herta was about the same age. Mu Chen had already contacted Eastsea Academy, and arranging for the two children to enroll would not be a problem.

"Okay, Dad."

"Hmph, got it, Uncle!"

Compared with Mu Xi, Herta's attitude toward Mu Chen was clearly far from good. Even though she did not call him a bad guy because of Yuan Bao'er, her tone was not much better.

"Herta, don't be like that. Dad is doing this for our own good, after all."

Mu Xi had already spoken with Yuan Bao'er. Herta might still have some psychological trauma regarding Mu Chen, so they had to take extra care of her in this regard. Mu Xi was indeed following her mother's advice and had been especially attentive to her younger sister lately.

"Sigh!"

Seeing the two little girls chatting happily, Mu Chen could only sigh helplessly. He truly could not understand children these days!

Why did his own home suddenly feel so unfamiliar? Clearly, he was the head of this household. How had it come to the point where he could not fit into his own family?

Helpless, Mu Chen rose from his chair and prepared to go to the study to handle some matters. Herta, however, looked at Mu Chen's departing figure and said to Mu Xi beside her, "Sister Mu Xi, I'll go tell Uncle my Soul Power level. We can talk about forging together afterward!"

With that, Herta leaped up from the sofa and chased after Mu Chen's retreating figure.

"Hm? What is it, Herta?"

Mu Chen had only just entered the study and had not even closed the door when he saw the petite purple figure behind him.

"Nothing. I'm just telling you my Soul Power level." Her attitude was still just as poor, though Herta knew what mattered. "My martial soul is called 'Nous,' and my Soul Power is level twenty-five. Remember that, Uncle!"

"Oh, Nous, level twenty-five..."

It was about what he had sensed before. Being able to complete Spirit Refinement with such Soul Power was enough to prove just how extraordinary Herta's talent was.

"My daughter's martial soul is the same as mine. She was tested just a few days ago and was only level thirteen... Wait!"

At first, Mu Chen did not find anything strange. But once he compared Mu Xi and Herta, he quickly noticed something suspicious.

Mu Xi, nine years old, Soul Power level thirteen.

Herta, nine years old, Soul Power level twenty-five?

Why was her Soul Power so high?

Without hesitation, Mu Chen grabbed Herta's little hand and pulled her into the study.

"Herta, tell Uncle, what was your Innate Soul Power?"

To possess such high Soul Power at this age, Herta must have had Innate Full Soul Power, right?

"Innate Full Soul Power, level twenty."

"Haha, as expected, Innate Full Soul—"

"What? Innate level twenty? What kind of martial soul is that?"

The first few words confirmed Mu Chen's guess and immediately brought a smile to his face. But when the words "level twenty" entered his mind, Mu Chen felt as though his brain were trembling.

Wasn't Innate Full Soul Power level ten? How could there possibly be Innate Soul Power at level twenty?

Wait!

As though he had remembered something, Mu Chen's gaze immediately changed.

He remembered reading in some ancient text that, on Douluo Continent twenty thousand years ago, there really had been a Soul Master born with Innate Soul Power at level twenty!

That person had been Qian Renxue, the mortal enemy of Shrek Academy's ancestor Tang San—the Holy Maiden of Spirit Hall and bearer of the Six-Winged Angel martial soul!

Other people's Innate Full Soul Power was only level ten, but the Six-Winged Angel lineage, with its God-level Martial Soul, had directly broken through the level-ten limit of full innate Soul Power and reached Innate Soul Power at level twenty. It was equivalent to standing at the pinnacle from birth, with an immeasurable future ahead.

During the final battle between the Heaven Dou Empire and the Spirit Hall Empire, Qian Renxue had also successfully broken through to Soul Power level ninety-nine and become the Angel God.

Thinking of this, Mu Chen lowered his head and stared at the little girl calmly looking back at him. She had actually said that she possessed Innate Soul Power at level twenty as well? Did that mean...

She possessed a God-level Martial Soul on the same level as the Six-Winged Angel martial soul?

"Quick! Release your martial soul and let me see it!"

Mu Chen's voice was somewhat urgent. He had already concluded that Herta was a genius with a top-tier martial soul, but he had never imagined it might be a God-level Martial Soul.

Herta waved her hand dismissively. Her indifferent attitude left Mu Chen speechless. Did she even know what a God-level Martial Soul represented?

It represented limitless possibilities in the future and an extremely high chance of becoming a god!