Hearing Lou Gao's words, Mo Lin nodded.
"Indeed, simply attaching a martial soul to another object sounds extraordinarily difficult. If the experiment failed, it would be impossible to confirm whether the issue lay with the artifact or with the soul master's inability to control the martial soul's attachment. Even with references, this would be fraught with difficulties, let alone with no precedent whatsoever."
Mo Lin's tone was not exactly calm, but compared with the turmoil in his heart, he sounded incredibly composed. Although he had laid out the difficulties Lou Gao faced in his experiments, Lou Gao was not one of those incompetent, untalented people who always tried to shift the blame. He was not making excuses for himself or his inadequacy by mentioning the obstacles; he was merely describing the barriers he had overcome on his path to success.
Getting to the key point, Lou Gao picked up the forging hammer again.
"Precisely because there was no precedent, I abandoned the method of manually controlling one's own martial soul to attach it to an artifact and chose another path—allowing the martial soul to attach itself to the artifact automatically."
As Mo Lin considered Lou Gao's words, a rather familiar possibility surfaced in his mind.
"By 'automatically,' you don't mean you put something from your own body into the artifact, do you?"
"As expected of you, sir! You guessed it right away!" Lou Gao, who had never been "cultivated" by web novels, was equally shocked. Incorporating something from his own body into an artifact was a conclusion he had only reached after more than a year of experiments. In his view, no normal person could possibly have thought of such a method. (Mo Lin: Who are you calling abnormal?)
Mo Lin pursed his lips and rubbed his chin.
"Damn! I