That small lamp became the only source of light in the secret base.
Huo Yuhao picked up the warm little cube, feeling the steady, efficient pulses of Soul Power within it.
"Impressive," he praised sincerely. "Lin Feng, your talent shouldn't be buried."
Lin Feng's face instantly flushed red. He was so excited that he could not speak, only scratching his head over and over.
"This is only the beginning." Huo Yuhao's voice was calm, yet it carried an irresistible force. "Pulse technology can be used for lighting, so naturally, it can also be used elsewhere. For example, instant reinforcement of Soul Tool shields, or... momentary overclocked firing for weapons."
Hiss—!
Every Ghost member present sucked in a sharp breath.
Before this, they had only thought this technology could save money. But after "Mr. Consultant" pointed it out, they realized that what they held in their hands was no mere civilian trinket—it was clearly a key capable of overturning the existing Soul Tool system!
Meanwhile, in the office of Jing Hongchen, master of Mingde Hall, on the top floor.
The atmosphere was cold as iron.
"You're saying that the two proposals Fan Yu recently submitted, 'fixed-installation shells' and 'battery standardization,' were both completed independently by him?" Jing Hongchen toyed with an exquisite Soul Tool gear, his voice giving away neither joy nor anger.
Standing before him was his trusted confidant, an eighth-level Soul Engineer responsible for internal surveillance.
"Reporting to the Hall Master, that is what Fan Yu said. He claimed he had a sudden burst of inspiration."
"A burst of inspiration?" Jing Hongchen sneered. "If Fan Yu had that kind of inspiration, it should have burst forth ten years ago. Why wait until now? Does he take me for a three-year-old?"
"Investigate! Investigate everyone he has come into contact