Just as Ling Yi was in the Military Industry Camp, feeding chicken soup for the soul to a group of seasoned Advanced Blacksmiths, a figure came jogging over from afar toward the forging area where Ling Yi and the others were.
"...Brother Ling, now that this war saber of yours is finished, according to camp regulations, you can rest for the next month. Shouldn't you devote more of your attention to Martial Soul cultivation?"
At the forging area's finished-goods handover station, Brother Xue watched Ling Yi pass the war saber to the inspector and offered his advice. He knew that Ling Yi's Martial Soul was the standard Waste Martial Soul, Blue Silver Grass, and that his Soul Power was only a little above level eleven. Compared to old hands like them, Ling Yi was still somewhat lacking in strength.
And in the army, even in a place like the Military Industry Camp where craftsmanship was valued, the pursuit and reverence for strength had never diminished.
Take the Shi Brothers, for example. Because they possessed Soul Grandmaster-level strength, despite being Advanced Blacksmiths just like the others, they each held a noble title. Naturally, they were a cut above the rest in status.
After all, weapons and armor forged through Seven Hundred Refinements were stronger than those forged through Five Hundred Refinements, but the difference had not reached the level of a qualitative leap. In terms of blacksmith rank, there was no class elevation either. Yet within the Military Industry Camp, those two belonged to the privileged class!
Thus, after seeing Ling Yi spend the past month either in the Military Doctor Camp, consulting the four non-Soul Master military doctors about medicinal and medical principles, discussing the insights they had gained from using healing Soul Skills with several Healing System Soul Masters,