I Compressed My Soul Power. It's Far Stronger Than Your Innate Full Soul Power.

Tang Sanmei paid no attention to Su Yuntao's regret.

She withdrew her hand, ignored Su Yuntao, and trotted back to Huo Yuhao. Tilting up her delicate face, she gazed at him with shining eyes, just like a puppy waiting to be praised.

"Sect Master, you were right! The bottleneck in the Mysterious Heaven Skill really does require a Martial Soul to break through! I didn't let you down, did I?"

Seeing the anticipation in Tang Sanmei's eyes, Huo Yuhao was secretly delighted. Outwardly, he merely gave a cool nod, as though it were nothing worth making a fuss over.

"Passable. Innate Full Soul Power is just barely enough to qualify you to serve me tea."

"Yes! I'll keep working hard!"

Far from feeling discouraged, Tang Sanmei was so excited she might as well have been injected with chicken blood.

Anyone else who saw her would probably vomit blood from envy.

She had Twin Martial Souls and Innate Full Soul Power!

Yet she felt honored just to serve tea!

"Um... last boy, it's your turn."

Thoroughly baffled by the two children, Su Yuntao could only point at Huo Yuhao.

Huo Yuhao strolled into the formation with his hands in his pockets.

In truth, he was a little nervous.

This was his own original body, only shrunken down. Though his foundation of spiritual power remained, he had not yet had time to cultivate the Mysterious Heaven Skill again.

Going by his starting specifications, all his attributes should have been very low right now.

As Su Yuntao poured in Soul Power, golden motes of light flowed into Huo Yuhao's body.

A cool sting passed through Huo Yuhao's eyes, and his parched sea of consciousness trembled faintly, like drought-stricken earth greeting long-awaited rain.

Then a pale golden gleam flashed across his eyes and vanished.

"Hm? Your Martial Soul is your eyes?"

Su Yuntao paused and studied him for a long while without making sense of it. In the end, he shook his head.

"What kind of Martial Soul is this? Eyes are rare, but they have no offensive power. It's basically a Trash Martial Soul."

Su Yuntao held out the crystal ball.

"Let's test your Soul Power."

Huo Yuhao pressed his thin little hand against the crystal ball.

One second. Two... Only the faintest glimmer appeared inside it, almost too dim to see.

Without looking closely, one might have thought the crystal ball was broken.

Su Yuntao sighed and delivered his verdict without mercy.

"A Trash Martial Soul—eyes. Innate Soul Power... only rank one. You're basically a lost cause. At best, you'll grow into a somewhat stronger ordinary person. You're not even as good as Blue Silver Grass."

Rank-one Innate Soul Power!

Those were Huo Yuhao's true starting specifications.

The words had barely left Su Yuntao's mouth when Tang Sanmei, standing nearby, bristled. Huo Yuhao himself had yet to react.

"What nonsense are you spouting?"

The clarity vanished from Tang Sanmei's eyes, replaced for an instant by a flash of purple.

Her hand flew to her lower back. If she had brought a Hidden Weapon, she would have stabbed this blind deacon who dared insult her sect master to death with a poisoned needle.

"My senior brother is—"

Tang Sanmei was about to reveal Huo Yuhao's heaven-shaking, ghost-weeping identity.

"Third Lady. Stand down."

Huo Yuhao's calm voice stopped Tang Sanmei in her tracks.

He withdrew his hand and looked at the dim crystal ball, cursing helplessly to himself.

Those original specifications really are a damn trap.

But not a ripple showed on his face.

As an outstanding transmigrator, how could he let a little thing like this ruin his image?

Huo Yuhao turned to Tang Sanmei, whose face was full of anger and confusion, and curled his lips in a disdainful sneer.

"Third Lady, control your temper. You can't talk to a summer insect about ice. Why argue with a frog at the bottom of a well who's so smug about reaching rank twenty-something?"

Su Yuntao's face darkened. He was about to lash out when Huo Yuhao walked up to Tang Sanmei and spoke in a cryptic tone only she could hear.

"Do you think Innate Full Soul Power is impressive?"

Huo Yuhao pointed at the crystal ball.

"How could a mortal's testing tool measure power of a truly higher dimension? Innate Full Soul Power only represents the limit of the body's meridians. But my rank one..."

Huo Yuhao paused deliberately. Pale gold flashed through his eyes again, and a pure spiritual pressure—faint, yet bearing the foundation of a god—fell upon Tang Sanmei's heart.

"My rank one is the result of compressing energy as vast as the sea until it returned to its purest, simplest state! Rank ten is a mortal's end; my rank one is where a god begins!"

Boom!

Tang Sanmei's pupils contracted sharply.

Returning to the purest state!

Where a god began!

After feeling the spiritual pressure Huo Yuhao had released for that instant, Tang Sanmei understood everything.

No wonder the sect master's Martial Soul was his eyes!

It was no Trash Martial Soul. It was the ultimate manifestation of spiritual power taking physical form after the Purple Demon Eye had reached the Mustard Seed stage, or even the Boundless stage!

The crystal ball could not measure it because that lousy crystal ball was unworthy of measuring the depths of her sect master's spiritual power!

"I understand!"

Tang Sanmei's pretty face flushed with excitement, her eyes brimming with adoration and fervor.

"That commoner is blind to what's before him! How could ants like them comprehend the sect master's realm?"

Seeing that his solemn-sounding nonsense had completely won over the female God King, who was now supplying her own explanations, Huo Yuhao silently gave himself a thumbs-up.

So what if my Soul Power is rank one? Sell it well enough, and I can make rank one sound like the Creator God!

"Let's go. We'll head back and pack."

Huo Yuhao clasped his hands behind his back and strode out as though he owned the world.

Ten minutes later.

The blacksmith's shop in Holy Soul Village.

"Pfft—hahahahaha!"

A burst of earth-shaking laughter nearly blew the battered thatch roof off the shop.

Tang Hao clutched his stomach with one hand and slapped his thigh with the other, laughing so hard tears nearly spilled from his eyes.

He pointed at Huo Yuhao, who stood in the courtyard, and struggled to catch his breath between laughs.

"Oh, good heavens... I thought you had some real talent, kid! Always going on about taking my daughter to the pinnacle of the continent... and this is it? This?"

Tang Hao slapped the certificate Old Jack had brought from Spirit Hall onto the table and read it aloud.

"Martial Soul: Spirit Eyes! Innate Soul Power... rank one! Hahahahaha! The hammer I use for smithing hits harder than your Martial Soul!"

Tang Hao had been stewing in frustration lately.

The precious daughter he had raised for six years brought that wild boar water to wash his feet every day. She had even turned against her own father and sworn a solemn oath for the boy's sake.

For all his might as the Clear Sky Douluo, Tang Hao had been helpless against this wet-behind-the-ears brat.

But now things were different!

His daughter had Twin Martial Souls, and her Innate Full Soul Power spoke for itself.

Meanwhile, that wild brat who had strutted around like he owned the place turned out to be a rank-one weakling!