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"With that little hammer of yours, who knows how long you'll be at it."

In the small courtyard behind the inner room of the Chen Family Ironworks, Chen Lin only listened briefly to Chen Hong's hammering from outside. The irregular rhythm and dull sound told him that Chen Hong seemed to be feeling unwell.

Chen Lin walked into the courtyard, took the little hammer from Chen Hong's hand and set it on the ground, then summoned his ancient, gleaming black Tungsten Steel Hammer martial soul. Using tongs, he picked up the glowing red Refined Iron before Chen Hong and asked, "How should I handle it?"

Chen Hong's body had only just recovered and could not withstand strenuous activity. Seeing that the old man was willing to help, he stopped putting on airs. He bent down, grabbed a pinch of dust from the ground, instinctively focused his Mental Power, and activated his Martial Soul Psychic Power.

The dust in Chen Hong's hand began moving through the air in a regular pattern. Within seconds, under his control, it recreated the blueprint from his mind.

"Soul Guidance Mithril has a slightly higher melting point than Refined Iron. I need a mold. For convenience, forge it into the shape of an iron ruler for now. Make it as thin as possible, and make plenty of them. I might get the urge to use them all."

Chen Lin glanced over the iron sheet Chen Hong had demonstrated with dust suspended by Psychic Power, said he understood, and lowered his head to tend the fire and melt the iron.

Chen Hong's request was not difficult. Even a blacksmith apprentice could complete it without much trouble, though it would take a little longer.

Following Chen Hong's instructions, Chen Lin forged twenty finely crafted iron sheets in less than two hours, each one 100 centimeters long, 5 centimeters wide, and only 0.1 centimeters thick. Then, as Chen Hong requested, he melted and cast the sole remaining piece of Soul Guidance Mithril into silver thread with a diameter of 0.5 millimeters.

Soul Guidance Mithril had a higher melting point than Refined Iron, but its hardness was as soft as gold, and it possessed exceptional ductility.

"What are you making?" After finishing the heavy work for Chen Hong, Chen Lin saw him attach a wooden handle to a file sharp enough to cut iron like mud. Bracing it against his chest, Chen Hong exerted force and carved a repeatedly winding S-shaped groove into an iron sheet, like a heat sink.

After carving a finished piece, Chen Hong rubbed his swollen chest, then handed the tool to Chen Lin. "Fill it with the conduction wire, then cover it with a layer of filler. After that, try injecting Soul Power from one end."

Chen Lin was full of doubts, but driven by curiosity, he spent just over ten minutes making something that looked like an ordinary iron sheet from the outside, except for a silver thread protruding from both ends. Following Chen Hong's instructions, he injected Soul Power through one end, but found nothing unusual.

Seeing this, Chen Hong grabbed a little iron filings from the ground and sprinkled them over the iron plate. When he noticed that the filings shifted slightly while the Soul Power Conduction Wire operated, he understood.

"Dad, go get busy. I need to think this through properly."

After sending off the confused Chen Lin, Chen Hong stared at the Soul Guidance Silver Thread and metal sheets before him and fell into thought.

"Given Soul Power's adaptability, it can flow normally through a wire even when melted into liquid. But what I need to consider now is the input end and the transmission end. All that's left is the output end."

"At present, I can only make use of the Soul Power Magnetic Field produced by flowing Soul Power. I can't directly use the actual Soul Power."

"It's like I'm missing a translator."

Chen Hong stroked his chin as the yellow soul ring behind him glowed faintly. His soul skill, Sage Time, activated!

Who am I? What am I doing? Where am I going?

Developing electromagnetic technology in a world with Soul Power? Wouldn't that mean I'd transmigrated for nothing?

Soul Power, this peerless beauty, is right in front of you, and you're not tempted? You insist on stubbornly developing electromagnetism instead?

Hmm. I'm in Sage Time right now. I really don't feel tempted by a peerless beauty.

"Hmm, that does make sense." Chen Hong nodded to himself, then dismissed the soul ring behind him and exited Sage Time. All kinds of messy thoughts immediately flooded his mind.

Things like fucking Soul Power to death without a condom.

Although that thought was utterly evil, he had to admit... the metaphor was very fitting.

Sure enough, in Sage Time, even with Soul Power, that peerless beauty, spread out before him, he would still find it utterly tasteless. Tasteless? More like—go into detail?

"Stop going into detail, damn it!" Chen Hong hurriedly shook all the filth from his mind, a trace of embarrassed redness appearing on his face.

"I've been too constrained by the technological logic of my previous life. When I look at Soul Power in this world, I keep putting a layer of rubber film—no, a barrier—between myself and it!"

Chen Hong rose to his feet, picked up the engraving knife beside him, looked at the Soul Guidance Silver Thread at his feet, pondered for a moment, and got to work.

To put it simply, when the old Chen Hong tried to understand Soul Power, it was like learning a second language. He first had to translate that second language into his first language before understanding its translated meaning.

As a result, everything he saw resembled basic physics and electromagnetism. There was always a layer of rubber between him and this world's Soul Power, making it impossible to get intimate with it—what the hell am I thinking? Sage Time, activate!

The soul ring behind him lit up, and a cool clarity washed through Chen Hong's mind. He was once again the terrifyingly powerful man whose will could pierce through desire.

Soon, the morning passed. After quickly eating a bowl of rice in the Blacksmith Shop, Chen Hong returned to his Separate Courtyard and continued his mysterious work.

It was not until the afternoon, when Chen Hong sat on the ground looking at a crude engraving knife wrapped all over with silver thread, that he finally smiled.

He took out an iron sheet and injected his weak Soul Power into the Soul Guidance Engraving Knife. Inside, the Soul Power continuously rotated along the pathways and was compressed within an increasingly sealed and narrow space. Due to the material's properties and the layout of the wires, the Soul Power could not flow back. Thus, the Soul Power Chen Hong injected was compressed finer and finer within the engraving knife, ultimately concentrating into a thread at its tip and forming a continuously radiating Soul Power Light Point.

"Now that's more like it. Soul Power itself is an offensive method!"

Swish!

Chen Hong lightly drew the Soul Guidance Engraving Knife across the iron sheet before him. The sheet was instantly cut in two, the cross-section smooth as a mirror!

Although the Soul Power in his body was quickly nearly exhausted, Chen Hong still smiled at his creation. "Soul Power Scalpel! If I'm not mistaken, soul skills in this world are all different forms of Soul Power translation!"

"Soul bones and soul rings prove that the vessel doesn't matter at all! The logic of energy flow is the core!"

The sun was setting in the distance, but Chen Hong was grinning from ear to ear!

He had pierced through the rubber barrier and let Soul Power—ptui, ptui!

Again! I have unraveled the secrets of runes!

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