Time once again slipped swiftly by without anyone noticing.
Ke Ke, Zi Mu, and Ning Tian had all entered the Illustrious Virtue Hall to study, while Wu Feng had been assigned to join the Practical Soul Tool Department.
Normally, Lin Jiayi should have assigned Xuan Ziwen a few new students, but now that this Pseudo-Level 9 Soul Engineer had taken on more research projects, he no longer had the energy to teach.
With the others visiting less often, Huo Yuhao became the Third Laboratory's sole user and could enjoy its entire rare metal allocation himself.
Every time his Soul Engineer rank rose, he upgraded the main Soul Tools he used.
After more than another year of cultivation, his level had reached sixty as expected, and he could accompany Jing Hongchen to obtain his Sixth Soul Ring at any time.
Jing Hongchen had learned of this several days earlier and told him to wait at the Illustrious Virtue Hall today.
At that moment, Huo Yuhao was sorting through his set of Soul Tools in the empty Third Laboratory.
A Soul Guidance Pistol for ranged attacks, a Propulsion Soul Tool for acceleration, a Flying Soul Tool, and so on-he used Soul Tools to make up for all his shortcomings.
Huo Yuhao twirled a slender, rod-shaped Soul Tool between his fingertips, placed it in his mouth, took a gentle drag, and exhaled a thin wisp of smoke.
This was the Soul Guidance Smoke he had created by studying and imitating He Caitou's cigar Martial Soul.
Within the Sea of Consciousness, Tian Meng wriggled limply across the snow, disappointment written all over his little face.
"Yuhao, the Soul Guidance Smoke you made is so weak. It can't compare to that big dark fellow's cigars at all. Can't you ask him for some more?"
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