A special martial soul?
Bibi Dong lightly tapped the armrest of her throne with her index finger, holding the two pills in her left hand as she sank into thought.
If only a special martial soul could produce such extraordinary pills...
Then what about those creations called technology coming out of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?
Spirit Hall had previously assigned a group of soul masters and craftsmen specifically to study devices such as cameras, video cameras, and induction cookers.
These devices had functions somewhat similar to soul tools, but the strangest thing was that they did not require even a trace of soul power to operate.
Even ordinary people without the strength to truss a chicken could use them normally just by holding them.
The casings were relatively easy to deal with. Most consisted of ordinary metal components and special materials, and the craftsmen could always find substitutes to reproduce them.
But certain tiny components inside were the core of each device.
Without them, the entire creation became nothing more than a heap of useless, lifeless junk.
Yet those components were precise to an inconceivable degree. Even with every skilled craftsman in Spirit Hall working on them, they could not unravel their secrets, much less replicate them.
That was to say nothing of the offensive weapons the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect kept hidden.
Now it seemed that these things, too, were manufactured through some kind of special martial soul.
That Ning Fengzhi really had stumbled into a pile of dog-shit luck!
He actually acquired two talented people at once!
And what about me? All my subordinates are useless!
Intense envy, jealousy, and hatred churned across Bibi Dong's brow.
She raised her cold, sinister eyes toward Yue Guan, who was trembling below.
She recalled his and Gui Mei's