Zhu Wuneng checked the markings on the ball again and again, his voice rising. "12.5?!"
Gao Cuilan also cried out in surprise, covering her mouth.
Zhu Wuneng's reading meant his innate soul power had exceeded Level 10? And it could still increase?
Chen Xiaojun remained composed and nodded. "That's right. Over this past month or so, your innate soul power has increased by 0.2 levels, while Cuilan's has increased by 0.5. These increases already exceed the limits of what Cuilan's martial soul quality advancement and the slight natural growth of your martial soul could produce."
Zhu Wuneng asked urgently, "Young Master, what's going on, then? Did we stumble into some incredible luck?"
His face held both delighted surprise and a trace of unease.
Chen Xiaojun said gravely, "Do you remember? Back in the Cultivation Room at the Chang'an Duke's Mansion, that mysterious and mighty being descended. A finger of that being's phantom bestowed a golden sphere of light upon your fusion skill, Heavenly Marshal Tianpeng, who then drew it into his body."
Zhu Wuneng immediately nodded like a chicken pecking grain. "I remember, I remember! It's etched into my bones! That time, Cuilan and I couldn't control ourselves at all. Our martial souls automatically fused into Marshal Tianpeng. The moment he absorbed that sphere of light, we both felt something surge into us, but we couldn't sense what it was. We just passed out."
Gao Cuilan nodded emphatically as well. That day's experience had been so strange and overwhelming that forgetting it would have been difficult.
Chen Xiaojun pointed at the Soul Testing Ball. "Looking at this now, how could something bestowed by that mysterious, mighty being have ordinary effects? The unusual increase in your innate soul power is almost certainly connected to that golden sphere of light."
He paused,