What martial soul was this?
A huge question arose in Huo Yuhao's mind.
The illustrated compendium would never include these evil martial souls. Perhaps not even the ancient texts of the whole continent had ever recorded Qian Feng's martial soul.
By the time Huo Yuhao brought Qian Feng back, the martial soul awakening over there had nearly drawn to a close.
The town chief was respectfully thanking the Soul Master surnamed Chen while handing him a small brocade pouch. The pouch jingled crisply as it moved, clearly filled with Gold Soul Coins. There were not many, but to these farming families, it was no small sum.
The man accepted the pouch, politely thanked him, and left the town.
Most of the children who had finished awakening looked disappointed and frustrated. Only a handful were thrilled and excited, and all of them went home with their parents.
Before long, the town chief sighed and walked toward Huo Yuhao, leaning on his cane.
"Lord Soul Master, I hope Xiao Feng hasn't disappointed you?" the town chief asked cautiously.
Huo Yuhao smiled. "Don't worry. Both his martial soul and his soul power are outstanding."
The town chief looked at Qian Feng in delighted surprise. "Xiao Feng, what is your martial soul?"
Qian Feng answered calmly, "A halberd. A tool martial soul."
He did not give the full name of his martial soul, seemingly to avoid unnecessary trouble.
"Good, good, good! A weapon is wonderful." The town chief beamed. Sabers, spears, swords, and halberds sounded far superior to farming tools. "And your soul power?"
"Full soul power."
The town chief's eyes widened at once. He stared at Qian Feng in disbelief, his breathing growing rapid.
He soon recovered and bowed repeatedly to Huo Yuhao. "Thank you, Lord Soul Master."
Although the town chief had