Ye Xuan opened his eyes. There was no discouragement on his face; instead, a flicker of realization passed through his eyes.
This was already his one hundred and third failure, yet every failure deepened his understanding of life's structure.
"The compatibility of the gene chains is still insufficient. The icy environment of the Far North rejects foreign genes. I have to incorporate cold-resistant factors from native soul beasts."
Ye Xuan murmured to himself, his fingertips brushing across the stone platform before him. Upon it lay the dissected remains of over a hundred century-old soul beasts, from icefield wolves to snow rabbits. He knew every one of their internal structures by heart.
Over the past half year, he had dissected soul beasts to study their anatomy while refining the precision of his control over divine life power. By now, his use of the authority of life had reached perfection; he could even precisely control the reassembly of genetic fragments.
And none of it could have been done without the busy figure at his side.
"Master, have some hot soup to warm yourself up."
A crisp, gentle voice rang out. Dressed in a maid outfit and wearing cat ears and a cat tail, Ice Empress approached with a steaming bowl of soul beast meat soup.
She was no longer the unruly overlord of the Far North she had once been. Wearing feline maid accessories, she smiled meekly as she skillfully set the bowl before Ye Xuan, her eyes brimming with respect.
Half a year was enough for Ye Xuan to thoroughly train this Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast into an obedient, sensible maid.
Under the control of the Life Brand, coupled with their day-after-day interactions, Ice Empress had long since lost her former hostility and resentment.
She had learned to cook, clean, organize Ye