In the days that followed, Ye Luochen obediently followed Jing Hongchen's arrangements and devoted himself wholeheartedly to cultivating his martial soul.
Perhaps it was the result of long-accumulated progress finally bursting forth, or perhaps his current physique truly was powerful. Ye Luochen's cultivation speed could only be described as advancing by leaps and bounds.
In just five short days, he rose from Level 48 to Level 49.
After another week, he crossed the threshold from Level 49 once more and reached Level 50.
Moreover, after these two breakthroughs, the momentum driving him onward showed no signs of slowing down, continuously pushing Ye Luochen's Soul Power cultivation to rise at a rapid pace.
Naturally, Ye Luochen was overjoyed by this.
At this rate, his cultivation speed would far surpass the original estimate of one level per month.
Even if the momentum slowed later on, it would still buy him a great deal of time.
For Ye Luochen, whose time was limited, every month—or even every day—he saved was immensely precious.
But as the saying went, one man's joy was another man's sorrow.
Ye Luochen might have been delighted, but Xuan Ziwen was not.
Xuan Ziwen was so anxious in the laboratory that he kept scratching his head.
How could his disciple only cultivate his martial soul?
And why did it have to be Ye Luochen?
Why did this have to happen at such a crucial moment, after Ye Luochen had proposed a series of theories that let him glimpse an opportunity for revolutionary changes in Soul Tools, with those theories already beginning to take shape?
Asking Xuan Ziwen to stop his research now was undoubtedly impossible. It would feel worse than killing him.
But how was he supposed to conduct his research without Ye Luochen?
Those wild and unconstrained ideas were