I Borrowed a Brain from the Almighty

"That's right. Don't act like a noble master."

Zhao Han retracted his right foot and his face returned to its previous expression. The slight dissonance that appeared in my mind also faded away. The memory was not wrong, but this guy liked to put on airs.

"Tianbao Pavilion in the west of the city, Lingshan and Lin Jian are both practicing in seclusion there."

Ji Chang got up from the ground after receiving the money.

The demon power in his body circulated twice and quickly dissolved the stasis in his body. Although he was still a little angry and unhappy in his heart, after seeing the banknote, he suppressed this anger again. He remembered that this was the rule he had set, and he was paid to do things.

"Tianbao Pavilion?"

Zhao Han recalled it and found that he didn't know this place.

Not only Tianbao Pavilion, he had no impression of the city where Xijian Hall was located, and had no memory of this place at all. A sense of dissonance came to my mind, and something felt wrong.

"This is the map to Tianbao Pavilion. You used to practice outside, so you don't know that the environment in the city is normal."

Sword-washing Taoist Ji Chang waved his demonic energy, took out a drawing of animal skin from the cabinet next to him, and handed it to Zhao Han.

I see.

Looking at the map handed over by Master Ji Chang, Zhao Han understood the reason.

It turns out that I have always practiced outside.

The sword-washing Taoist also thought it was strange, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that there was nothing wrong with it.

'Strange, why have all the other disciples practiced in the hall for a period of time, but Zhao Han has not? Do I have other purposes?’ Thinking along this line of thought, Ji Chang suddenly discovered new memory fragments.

Young master!

That's right, I'm going to train Zhao Han to be the young master of the sect. Because of this idea, I deliberately put him outside for training.

Ji Chang suddenly realized that he wanted to understand everything.

But soon, new problems emerged.

Chen Luo sighed.

Ever since Zhao Han entered the Xijian Hall, problems have been popping up. If this trend continues, it will be a matter of time before Zhao Han goes crazy. The difficulty of writing about life is a bit beyond the scope. Perhaps you have to reach the level of Ge Xian, and use the method of fate to guide all living beings, in order to perfectly fill in the missing seven percent.

After modifying the sword-washing Taoist Ji Chang, Chen Luo simply flew out of Zhao Han again and modified the group of disciples who were still practicing outside.

In this way, all problems are solved.

At least in the Xijian Hall, Zhao Han's memory and cognition are consistent with others.

Zhao Han rested for a while in the door and went to Wanbao Pavilion again.

It's a pity that junior sister Lingshan and her mistress Lin Jian didn't come out. As a large cross-regional force, Wanbao Pavilion has powerful people in the supernatural realm who are stationed inside. Zhao Han did not dare to break through, so he could only go back to the Xijian Hall and wait. At the same time, he also ordered two disciples to keep an eye on him outside. As long as Lingshan and Lin Jian come out, they must report to him as soon as possible.

Returning to the sword-washing hall, Zhao Han went to the backyard again.

"First find some skills and learn from the strengths of hundreds of schools of thought before you can find your own way."

Chen Luo's voice sounded in Zhao Han's mind, guiding his actions. The holy mountain of the demon clan gave him a strange feeling. He had not met a single demon clan since he came out of the legendary world. This place is full of humans.

If it weren't for the pure demonic power in the air, Chen Luo would have thought that he was in the wrong place.

"I see."

Zhao Han nodded and immediately came to the residence of Taoist Xi Jian Taoist again.

"Master, I want to learn your magical skills. Please give me a price."

After speaking, Zhao Han took out a stack of silver notes from his arms and slapped them on the table. Chen Luo helped Zhao Han make these banknotes. With Chen Luo's methods, ordinary banknotes were no different from papyrus to him. He could make a lot of them with just a few tricks.

"So much money?"

The sword-washing Taoist said greedy words, but there was a frown on his face.

A feeling of anger and displeasure arose in his heart.

But his memory told him that this was a rule he had set. Two strange forces were fighting in his mind. Soon, the emotional part was suppressed, and the memory was like a dye, dyeing him transparent.

"Ten thousand taels."

"Then come with me."

Ji Chang put away the banknotes, got up and took Zhao Han into his training room.

The layout of the house is very simple. Apart from the futon used for practice, there are only some porcelain, calligraphy and paintings left. Zhao Han just glanced at it and ignored it. They were all worthless things.

Ji Chang walked to the corner, stretched out his hand on the porcelain bottle on the third row of the wooden shelf, and twisted it gently with his hand.

Kaka

There was a heavy sound of the stone door, and a calligraphy and painting hanging on the wall on the left flipped back, revealing a hidden secret room. Ji Changdang walked in first, and Zhao Han followed closely after seeing this.

The secret room is small, with only one bookshelf inside.

It took him most of his life to collect these secret techniques and secrets, which can be regarded as his lifelong efforts. In the past, only Ji Chang himself could enter this place. But now that his memory had been modified by Chen Luo, Ji Chang had identified Zhao Han as the young sect leader he had secretly trained, and with the 10,000 taels of silver notes to open the way, he no longer refused.

"This is the Sword Cleansing Technique that I practice. It is a seven-refinement magical secret book."

Ji Chang took down a secret book and handed it to Zhao Han. Then he explained to him the other secret books in the room before turning and leaving.

Opening the secret book, Zhao Han's eyes were immediately attracted by the contents inside.

Chen Luo also took the opportunity to understand the cultivation methods of the people like Xijian Taoist.

This Xijian Jue is a demon cultivation method. The cultivation method does not consider spiritual roots but only blood. The stronger the blood, the faster the cultivation speed. In the Star Gate, it is absolutely impossible for the human race to enter the Tao with this method, but here, these people have no choice. Because there is only demon energy in the outside world, if you want to practice, you must absorb demon energy.

‘The way of offering sacrifice to demons, the side door cultivation method. ’

A paragraph appeared in the external brain, and the corresponding memories also emerged one by one.

This is the same level of cultivation method as ghost cultivation, and the potential is weaker than that of orthodox cultivators, just like ghost cultivation. In the later stage of cultivation, the weaknesses are too obvious, just like ghost cultivation. In the eyes of the great human race, there are flaws everywhere and they are vulnerable.

While Chen Luo was thinking about the side door method, Zhao Han had already read through the cultivation methods here.

Although Chen Luo's transformation caused Zhao Han's memory to deviate, it also indirectly improved his qualifications. With the brain that he used the reverse possession method to instill, Zhao Han could learn these skills at a glance. After learning the skills, Zhao Han returned to the gate. As soon as he came out, he saw the disciple he sent out to follow hurried back.

"Brother, Sister Lingshan and Brother Lin Jian have left Tianbao Pavilion."

"Okay!"

As soon as he heard the name, Zhao Han's face suddenly showed murderous intent, and all emotions and thoughts were suppressed at this moment. The remaining obsession before death surged into his heart, and he took the sword left by his master Ji Chang in the room, turned around and walked towards the gate.

Seeing this, the other disciples followed behind.

In the cognition of this group of disciples, Zhao Han is their senior brother and the next young master!

Ji Chang, the sword-washing Taoist, also noticed the movement here, but he did not stop it.

‘They are all disciples who are paid to teach’

Thoughts kept coming up in Ji Chang’s mind, but he couldn’t help but feel a little angry and distressed. It was as if his favorite disciple was not Zhao Han, but his little disciple Lin Jian. Emotions and memories conflicted again, and this Taoist who had practiced for many years, a strong man in the realm of supernatural powers, had a strange distortion on his face.

Angry on the left, peaceful on the right.

Slowly, his consciousness split, and a different voice appeared in his mind.

“Go and save Jian’er, he is your son!”

“Nonsense! I, Ji Chang, have lived an upright life, so where does my son come from?”

“You are Ji Chang? Then who am I!”

“I don’t care who you are, get out of my head.”

“I am the Taoist Ji Chang who washes the sword.”

Ji Chang, whose expression became more and more distorted, twitched irregularly, and then laughed crazily.

“Hahaha, I know.”

Puff!

The rusty iron sword pierced into the left side of his head, blood and brain matter mixed together, and Ji Chang, who had originally had a distorted breath, calmed down instantly after this sword. The breath dissipated, and the man fell straight back, with a weird expression on his face before dying.

"I am Ji Chang, you can't fool me! I don't have a son."

Alas!

Why is there a problem again.

"It seems that memory can't go against instinct, and the details inside need to be readjusted."

In the room, a faint voice sounded, and the translucent Chen Luo looked at Ji Chang who was lying on the ground and twitching constantly, and stretched out his right hand to press on his forehead. A light green blue light appeared, and the injury on Ji Chang's head recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The gray gas circulated back and forth and re-infused into Ji Chang's brain.

This time Chen Luo optimized his technique, and believed that Ji Chang would no longer have those troubles after the "resurrection".

"I didn't expect that Zhao Han, that idiot, had accumulated so many good things."

Lin Jian and Senior Sister Lingshan walked on the street.

Both of them had just broken through, and their auras were still unstable. Other pedestrians on the road would subconsciously avoid them after sensing their auras.

"Thank you, Master, for the information you provided."

Lingshan smiled.

This time, Zhao Han, the hidden danger, was solved, and she could practice with peace of mind in the future.

The grudge between him and Zhao Han started with a marriage contract. The Ling family and the Zhao family were both well-known and large families in their local area. Before they were born, their parents betrothed them. Later, they entered the Xijian Hall and had a pretty good relationship.

Until the appearance of the junior brother Lin Jian.

After knowing that Lin Jian was the illegitimate son of the hall master Xijian Taoist, Lingshan decisively abandoned Zhao Han and became a Taoist couple with Lin Jian. After that, there was a bloody love-hate entanglement, until it finally developed into a situation of no end.

Fortunately, it was all over.

Zhao Han died, and the resources on his body were also plundered by the two of them. The resources they used to practice in Tianbao Pavilion this time were left by Zhao Han.

The two chatted and laughed all the way back to the Sword Washing Hall.

Lin Jian was also thinking about how to talk about Zhao Han after seeing his father.

Bang!

Before the two knocked on the door, the door of the Sword Washing Hall was opened from the inside, and Zhao Han, dressed in white, holding a long sword, stood at the door with bloodshot eyes.

"Bitch, you are finally back!!"

The memories before his death surged in his mind like a tide.

It was this woman who poisoned him that caused him to suffer this misfortune.

"Zhao Han?!"

"You are not dead?!!!" (End of this chapter)