After the battle ended, Gu Xingyue followed Huo Yutong to her private soul tool workshop.
The workshop was small but packed to the brim. Various parts, engraved soul tool cores, carving knives, and other tools lay scattered across the workbench.
There were also a few pieces of special soul-conducting metal she had not yet had time to put away.
Hand-drawn structural sketches hung on the walls, and several soul tools were piled in a corner.
Gu Xingyue glanced around, silently marveling.
The Soul Guidance Department was full of artisans working out of little handicraft workshops.
Back in his previous life, these soul engineers would have been bona fide top-grade fitters, hardcore people who could build nuclear weapons by hand.
Even physics had to step aside. With nothing but a carving knife, these people could engrave dozens of layers of soul power circuits into metal.
Still, he really was not particularly familiar with soul tools.
Once his Spiritual Power grew a little more, replicating and making them should not be a problem. After all, his Spiritual Power already far surpassed that of soul masters at his level, approaching that of soul masters who specialized in the spiritual field.
What was more, he had even comprehended the Heart of Elements, ample proof of the strength of his Spiritual Power.
As he was thinking, Huo Yutong opened a door behind the workbench and beckoned to him.
Gu Xingyue walked over and poked his head inside. Behind the door was actually a little kitchen.
It had everything: a stove, pots and bowls, and a seasoning rack. A soul-powered refrigerator stood in the corner, giving off a low hum.
The corner of his mouth twitched. There was an indescribable sense of incongruity-the academy buildings outside were medieval in style, yet such thoroughly modern things were