Technology Put into Practice

After putting away the two Class 9 Soul Tools, Ye Luochen immediately sat cross-legged and began regulating his breathing.

Before long, however, there was a knock on the dormitory door.

Ye Luochen rose again and opened the door. A figure hurried anxiously inside.

"How is it? I heard something went wrong during this soul hunt. Are you injured? I'll take you to Mingde Hall's best medical team."

Hearing the visitor's words, Ye Luochen was briefly taken aback before replying,

"Thank you for your concern, Teacher Xuan. I'm not injured."

The visitor was none other than Xuan Ziwen, the mentor Ye Luochen had only recently acknowledged at Mingde Hall.

Only after hearing Ye Luochen's answer did Xuan Ziwen finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"It's good that you're all right. That's good news."

As he spoke, Xuan Ziwen's expression became excited.

"Since you have good news, I have some good news for you too."

"What good news?" Ye Luochen asked doubtfully.

"The modular, assembly-line Soul Tool processing model you proposed earlier has made progress!"

Xuan Ziwen spoke excitedly.

"It can now handle shell production, core formation engraving, assembly, and joining entirely through Stamping Machine Tools, producing Class 2 Soul Guidance Cannons in an assembly-line, batch-production manner without any manual intervention throughout the entire process.

Furthermore, all the core modules have been made detachable and replaceable."

Looking at Xuan Ziwen's animated expression, Ye Luochen helplessly shook his head.

His teacher truly had his mind entirely on Soul Tool technology.

He even suspected that Xuan Ziwen had come over specifically to discuss this matter with him.

As for asking whether he was injured, that could only be considered incidental.

"Then... shall I go take a look at the laboratory with you?"

"Your body?"

"Don't worry, there's absolutely no problem."

"Let's go!"

Before long, Ye Luochen was standing inside the laboratory.

The laboratory's layout was now vastly different from before.

Several experimental tables had all been moved away, clearing out a large area.

In their place stood massive Stamping Machine Tools and a conveyor belt connecting them.

As Xuan Ziwen pressed the start button, the machines immediately began operating.

Once one formation had been stamped, it traveled along the conveyor belt to the next machine, where it was combined with a formation processed by that machine. It then continued down the belt and was installed into a finished shell.

In just a few minutes, a brand-new Class 2 Soul Guidance Cannon was completed.

Watching this scene, Ye Luochen could not help marveling repeatedly.

The appearance and operating model of this entire setup could not merely be called similar—it was practically identical to the factory assembly lines he remembered from his previous life.

Less than two days had passed, yet an idea had already been transformed into practical technology.

Xuan Ziwen's Soul Tool expertise was truly terrifying.

"Whether in terms of cost or processing efficiency, it's far better than before.

I have to say, your idea is absolutely brilliant."

Standing beside the assembly line, Xuan Ziwen picked up the newly produced Soul Tool and spoke excitedly.

But in the next moment, Xuan Ziwen seemed to think of something. His expression changed slightly as he turned his gaze toward Ye Luochen.

"Your Martial Soul..."

"It won't swallow all this stuff again, will it...?"

After all, although the items before him could currently only produce Class 2 Soul Tools, their value in his eyes far surpassed that of higher-grade Soul Tools.

These were treasures he had painstakingly developed through countless sleepless nights!

If they were swallowed completely by Ye Luochen's Martial Soul, just like that first-generation Stamping Machine Tool had been, he would absolutely go mad.

Faced with Xuan Ziwen's question, Ye Luochen shook his head.

"I really don't know. We'll only know after trying."

Hearing Ye Luochen's words, Xuan Ziwen's expression changed again.

What did he mean, they would only know after trying?

What were you planning to do to my treasures?

But after struggling for a moment, Xuan Ziwen stepped aside.

"Sigh, I can't bear to part with them, but this concerns your Martial Soul. That's more important."

"Go ahead!"

Seeing Xuan Ziwen's grief-stricken expression, as though he were cutting off his own arm, Ye Luochen could not help but laugh.

Xuan Ziwen treasured Soul Tools as if they were his life, yet Ye Luochen's Martial Soul had somehow previously displayed the ability to devour Soul Tools.

This teacher and disciple pair really were a perfect match.

Nevertheless, Ye Luochen stepped forward and condensed the Dark Iron Blade.

Just as Xuan Ziwen had said, this matter concerned his Martial Soul after all.

Although the things before him were pioneering treasures, as long as he and Xuan Ziwen were still around, they could make them again.

Compared to that, an opportunity that might allow his Martial Soul to evolve again was undoubtedly more precious.

But the result did not go as they wished.

No matter how Ye Luochen tried, the Dark Iron Blade showed not the slightest reaction to these Stamping Machine Tools.

After trying for a full half hour, Ye Luochen could only give up and withdraw the Dark Iron Blade back into his body.

"No. Back then, the Dark Iron Blade had extremely strong emotional fluctuations, but now I can't sense anything at all."

Ye Luochen shook his head.

He truly could not figure it out.

Previously, a Stamping Machine Tool that could only process Class 1 formations had caused his Martial Soul to undergo a transformation.

Yet faced with this upgraded, complete assembly line, it had shown no reaction whatsoever.

Could it be that it had nothing to do with the Stamping Machine Tool at all, and had simply been an accident?

Seeing that Ye Luochen's attempt had failed, Xuan Ziwen finally let out the breath he had been holding.

"It's good that it didn't work... No, it's good that the machines are fine... No..."

"Er, anyway, there'll be another chance. There'll be another chance..."

For Ye Luochen, failing to discover the reason behind his Martial Soul Evolution meant the attempt had definitely been bad news.

But for Xuan Ziwen, the fact that his precious assembly line had been preserved was definitely good news.

Yet he was Ye Luochen's teacher, and these things had been built according to the concept Ye Luochen had proposed.

As a result, Xuan Ziwen did not know whether this was good news or bad news. He could only smile awkwardly.

After that brief interlude, the two discussed the assembly line a while longer. Seeing that it was already late, they did not continue working through the night.

Ye Luochen had just returned from the Evil Demon Forest. Though he was not injured, his mind was utterly exhausted.

Xuan Ziwen was much the same. Ever since Ye Luochen had proposed this concept, he had spent nearly two days throwing himself into it without sleep or rest.

Even with the cultivation of an eight-ring Soul Douluo, he was struggling to endure such intense research.

After having dinner in the cafeteria, the two returned to their respective dormitories and fell into a deep sleep.

By the time Ye Luochen woke again, it was already close to noon the next day.