Looking at the stunned Linley, Doehring Cowart said softly, “Do you remember what I told you?”

"The so-called test of magic talent mainly looks at two aspects. One is elemental affinity, and the other is mental strength, or soul power."

"Among the two, the former represents the lower limit of a magician, and the latter represents the upper limit of a magician."

"Therefore, in the eyes of most high-level magicians, the level of mental strength is the most important indicator for determining magical talent."

"But humans who are born with strong mental powers are extremely rare. Most magicians can only barely reach the bottom line of magicians, which is five times the mental power of their peers."

"Even so, there is only one magician at the lowest level among ten thousand people."

Having said this, Doehring Cowart paused and said in a serious tone, “Linley, your mental strength is about ten times that of people your age. This number is not low for ordinary people, but among magicians, it is only considered average.”

"To put it bluntly, if I wasn't the one teaching you, your future achievements would only reach the level of a sixth-level magician at best."

"Of course, now that I, Doehring Cowart, have taught you, it won't be a problem for you to become at least a level eight magician. As for becoming a level nine magician, or even a sanctuary magician, that depends on your personal luck and understanding..."

"Um."

Linley clenched his fists and nodded, his young face full of seriousness.

Doehring Cowart looked at the determination in Linley’s eyes with satisfaction, then turned his head slightly and looked in the direction of the ancestral hall.

"As for your uncle, if I'm not mistaken, his mental strength is at least a thousand times that of his peers!"

"Thousand... thousand times?"

Linley’s eyes widened as he looked at Doehring Cowart in disbelief.

Doehring Cowart said with emotion: "It's no wonder you're shocked. Even I was shocked by him!"

"Generally speaking, an eight-year-old child with thirty or forty times the spiritual power is already a genius, and a hundred times the spiritual power is a genius among geniuses. He is destined to become a Saint Domain magician in the future..."

"A thousand times the mental strength, this terrifying talent is simply unprecedented and unheard of!"

Linley looked at Doehring in shock, his face full of emotion.

After a moment, he came back to his senses and said excitedly: "As expected of my uncle, Grandpa Delin, can't you really teach him too?"

Doehring Cowart looked at him with some surprise, then smiled with relief.

This child has a strong character and a kind heart. Even though he knows that his uncle is much more talented than himself, he does not feel jealous. Instead, he is sincerely happy for his family.

...What a good boy!

Doehring Cowart smiled and said softly, "In fact, he is already a magician without my teaching!"

Linley was stunned for a moment: “Hmm?”

…

…

In the sect hall, Haven, who was meditating with his eyes closed to accumulate magic power, suddenly opened his eyes.

The fiery red spots of light that originally surrounded him dissipated and returned to the world.

"Finally promoted to a third-level fire magician..."

Haiwen took out the book of magic experience from his arms and said with some emotion.

"Yeah, I finally got promoted to level three... This is too slow!"

A dissatisfied voice sounded in Hai Wen's mind: "In three months, you have only been promoted to level three. It will take you forever to become a Saint Domain magician at this speed!"

“…Do you blame me?”

Hai Wen grabbed the fire magic experience in his hand and replied angrily, "There is no entry-level tutorial in this crappy book. It starts with level three and above fire magic. I have to reverse deduce it myself before I can successfully get started."

"Under the circumstances, this speed is pretty good, right?!"

"Even if you really want to blame someone, it's definitely not me. You have to blame it!"

Zuo Yu said in surprise: "Blame me?"

Hai Wen sneered and said, "Isn't it? You are a super strong man, but you don't know any magic knowledge. If I had a magician as a mentor, would I have to work so hard as I do now?"

"Tsk~"

Zuo Yu curled his lips and thought to himself, if I can do it, then why do I need you?

At this moment, Haiwen suddenly put away the anger on his face, frowned slightly, and turned to look at the entrance of the clan hall.

Xiao Lin Lei poked his head out of the door, looked cautiously towards the ancestral hall, and then met Hai Wen's eyes.

“…Ah, I’ve been discovered!”

Linley scratched his head awkwardly and walked into the sect hall.

Hai Wen rolled his eyes at him and asked, "What happened today?"

Linley scratched his head and said with an evasive look, “Nothing…nothing. I went treasure hunting at the ancient house again today, and I found a book that looks very interesting. Uncle, do you want to take a look?”

"oh?"

Hai Wen raised his eyebrows, looked at him deeply, and then raised his hand and said, "Let me see it."

Linley smiled and quickly pulled out a book from his pocket and handed it to Haiwen.

"Is this... a method to conceal mental power?"

Haiwen was flipping through the book, looking at the words in surprise.

Linley opened his eyes wide, leaned closer to Haven, and pretended to be surprised and asked, “Really?”

"..." Hai Wen twitched his lips, glanced at him, and said in a strange tone, "The content of the book should be fine, but the handwriting on the book... Could it be that you wrote it with your left hand?"

Linley was slightly startled, then his face turned slightly red. He waved his hands and said, “Ah, how is this possible!”

Haiwen raised his hand, looked at the ink stain on his thumb, and said thoughtfully: "The ink hasn't dried yet."

“…”

Xiao Linlei's face was stiff. He stood beside Haiwen awkwardly, scratching his head constantly.

Hai Wen looked at him deeply, then closed the book and said calmly: "Everyone has secrets. As for your secret, I won't ask you if you don't want to tell me. Thanks, I really need this thing now!"

"hey-hey!"

Xiao Lin Lei immediately laughed happily, and then skipped out of the sect hall.

Haiwen looked at his departing figure and suddenly asked softly, “Are you sure that the soul in the ring has no ill will towards Linley?”

"Of course." Zuo Yu said lazily, "It should be said that the guy has completely regarded this child as his heir. If this child is in danger in the future, the guy might even sacrifice himself and protect him with all his might!"

"……Yeah?"

Haiwen nodded, felt relieved, and began to carefully read the method of concealing his mental power.

In this family, he was not the only one who had a wonderful adventure, there was also his eldest nephew Linley Baruch.

Moreover, compared to him, Linley’s adventures were obviously more frequent. Not only did he find a suspicious ring in the abandoned old house on the property, but the ring also contained the soul of a Sanctuary magician from more than 5,000 years ago.

What’s more, Linley’s affinity for the earth element is the strongest, and that soul also happens to be an earth magician…

Thinking of this, Haven paused for a moment, then asked softly, “I remember you said before that the ring that Linley found was actually very powerful. The magician named Doehring Cowart relied on that ring for his soul after his death, and that’s how he escaped from his enemies’ pursuit.”

"And Dorin Cowart is a Sanctuary magician. Anyone who can become his enemy must be at least of the same level."

“But even such a being could not detect the soul in the ring. Not only did you detect it, you even overheard the conversation between him and Linley without the other party noticing.”

"Does this mean that you are actually above the Saint level?"

"...Guess?" Zuo Yu teased in a light tone.

"..." Hai Wen's cheek muscles twitched, and he continued to flip through the book expressionlessly, "If you don't want to tell me, then don't tell me."

Zuo Yu smiled and changed the subject, "By the way, your little nephew seems to have had another adventure these days!"

"Oh?" Hai Wen paused for a moment and said thoughtfully, "Come to think of it, he seems to have been bringing food to the backyard quite often these days. Could it be this?"

"Well, he is feeding a young monster."

"……Um?!"

Haiwen opened his eyes wide and asked quickly: "What kind of monster is it? Is it dangerous?"

Zuo Yu said with a slight smile: "It looks like a shadow mouse, it shouldn't be dangerous..."

"Shadow Rat?"

Haven muttered to himself, information about the rat-like monster flashing through his mind.

Unlike other magical beasts, rat-like magical beasts are mainly active in the "Dark Forest" and tend to live in groups. The two strongest types are the Stone Rat and the Shadow Rat.

As the name suggests, the stone rat has teeth strong enough to chew stones, and its racial characteristics tend to be sharp teeth and claws.

In comparison, the racial characteristics of Shadow Rat are more inclined towards agility and speed.

Both of these rodent-like monsters live in groups, but their numbers vary greatly.

This is because the Stone-Eating Rats mainly use a tactic of mass production, and their population is extremely large, but the newborn rats are only level one monsters, and they need to eat for a long time before they can grow into high-level monsters.

The shadow rats chose the elite route. Even the weakest black shadow rat is at least a level three monster.

Thinking of this, Haiwen quickly asked, "What color is the fur of that shadow mouse?"

"black."

“Fortunately, the shadow rats will change the color of their fur as their strength increases. The black shadow rat’s strength should be between level three and four. A shadow rat of this level is definitely no match for Linley.”

"……Yeah?"

Zuo Yu answered in his mind with a smile.

If he remembered correctly, the rat-like monster that Linley encountered was not just a shadow rat.

It is the second God-Eating Rat in countless dimensions of this magical universe, and possesses an extraordinary talent that can devour the divine nature!

Recalling the plot in "Panlong", Zuo Yu couldn't help but ask: "Do you want a magic beast?"

Hai Wen was slightly startled, then continued to turn the pages, and said calmly: "The strong are good at being alone, and the weak are good at being in groups. If the monsters that I signed a contract with can't keep up with my pace, then why should I find myself a burden?"