Chapter 223: I Think, Therefore I Am!

On the sofa in the living room.

Looking at the youth beside her who was completely unaware, Hearing Liu Qingmeng's lips curved slightly upward.

Here, a sharp severance from the original body must be made.

How could that old woman who lived over a hundred years and this lovely, youthful, and beautiful girl be the same person?

If her character setting truly overlapped with that old woman, then she would truly be doomed.

After all, wearing the identity of a senior, how could a beautiful and youthful love story unfold?

Given Fang Can's current level of morality, he still resisted older partners; if the identity label wasn't removed, the favorability gained would only turn into respect.

As for that disciple of hers?

Ha! Just a dried bone in a grave; the wronged party can only sit at the same table as Lu Maonu.

With a hint of the thrill of cheating, Hearing Liu Qingmeng's arm intentionally or unintentionally reached out to embrace the side, but was blocked by an A. T. Field.

'This kid actually needs to manifest his heart externally while watching a movie with me?'

With a hint of disbelief, Hearing Liu Qingmeng turned her head to look, only to discover that a pair of ornate and eerie virtual black rings were worn on Fang Can's hands and feet.

'What is this thing? A bedroom prop? He's even wearing ankle rings?'

Hearing Liu Qingmeng pondered in her heart, but noticed that the characters on the black ring were constantly changing in the finest details, as if rules were manifesting.

Noticing the girl's gaze, Fang Can gently raised his arm to show her:

"This is my First Transformation inheritance; it is currently in a triggered state, so I cannot touch anyone for a certain period."

……

Late at night, the underground base was still brightly lit, with the surgical lamps illuminating the steel corridor crystal clear.

At this moment, Lan Huowang's form shifted, transforming into a tall, burly man with a square face.

Through the change of appearance, he had now borrowed the power of the Provincial-level Ability User 【Willpower King】, possessing abilities such as consciousness manipulation, mind overwriting, and mental shock.

Before him, Xiang Yincheng's head had been extracted from the blood crystal, and his body had been restored by absorbing blood essence; at this moment, he was suspended in mid-air through an inverted magnetic field, falling into a coma.

"My lord, to avoid damaging the experimental material, I suggest the experiment should proceed step by step, gradually increasing the difficulty."

A researcher nearby suggested softly, holding a small booklet in hand, with fanaticism in his eyes.

Clearly understanding he was no scientific genius, Lan Huowang nodded in acceptance: "What should be done in the first step next?"

"According to Lord Fang Can's words, the consciousness of these Ascending Path martial artists affects the state of their bodies; since that is the case, it is better to slightly alter his consciousness structure first."

The researcher said: "Please trouble my lord to use your ability to implant a thought stamp in this material's brain, indicating that there is a rice-grain-sized black mole on his forehead."

Lan Huowang nodded lightly, then his spiritual power burst forth from his body, directly taking over Xiang Yincheng's thinking consciousness and planting a seed in the other's memory.

The spirit of the Ascending Path was immensely vast and solid; even though Lan Huowang was currently a Provincial-level spiritual-type Ability User, it was somewhat difficult.

This was not a simple deletion.

Rather, it was implanting a brand new concept within the other's hundreds of years of vast memory.

Making a Second Transformation believe there was a mole on his forehead was equivalent to scribbling on a already perfect oil painting, increasing the difficulty by several times.

After spending over ten minutes on deep micro-management, the researcher's eyes suddenly widened.

Because with the change in spiritual will, a rice-grain-sized light spot indeed appeared on Xiang Yincheng's forehead.

And as time passed, this belief deepened, and the spot on Xiang Yincheng's forehead began to deepen bit by bit, transitioning toward the imagined image.

'It can actually be done.' The researchers present suddenly widened their eyes; this was a perfect demonstration of "I think, therefore I am."

Some researchers present subconsciously recalled a certain fabricated urban legend from before the Great Cataclysm.

Legend had it that a condemned prisoner about to be hanged was tightly bound to a bed; the experimenter covered the prisoner's eyes, made a light cut on the prisoner's four limbs, and then turned on a faucet to let water drip from top to bottom.

For realism, the dripping speed was faster at the beginning, then slowly decreased; the prisoner mistakenly thought the sound of dripping water was the sound of his own blood dripping, deliberately allowing the prisoner to clearly hear the echo of his own "blood draining away."

In reality, the experimenter had opened the faucet to let water drip bit by bit into a bucket; not long after, the prisoner died, but in fact, the wound on the prisoner's hand had long since clotted and was far from fatal.

Although this story was a widely circulated urban legend, the scene before them was simply the real-world reflection version of that urban legend.

Looking at the experimental results, the surrounding researchers began to record seriously.

And after Lan Huowang finished the action in his hands, looking at Xiang Yincheng whose forehead truly now displayed an imprint, a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes.

"What is prepared for the next step?" Lan Huowang said hurriedly.

Seeing the results had already emerged, he could not wait to continue the research.

"Uh, actually, for the sake of caution, such precious experimental material should be observed for a month to see what subsequent effects the mole on the forehead will have," the researcher said softly.

"Ha, there's no damn preciousness to this; once we reach the other world, there will be as many as we want; hurry up and accelerate the experiment," Lan Huowang said impatiently.

Since the commander demanded it so, the researcher had no choice but to say helplessly:

"Then next, please trouble my lord to use your divine power again to completely change the face in this experimental material's memory and see the effect."

"Changing the appearance of himself in his memory, right?" Lan Huowang nodded without hesitation, then continued to unleash his mental assault.

Two hours later, seeing that Xiang Ying had completely changed his head due to the memory alteration, everyone became excited.

"What next?"

Lan Huowang asked eagerly: "Can we try deleting memories and implanting a personality now?"

"C-could be," the researcher hesitated, while Lan Huowang had already begun to delete large portions of Xiang Yincheng's memory.

Compared to implantation, deletion was countless times simpler.

In just a few minutes, relying on powerful spiritual power, he deleted all of Xiang Yincheng's cognition into a blank white field.

"Why is there no change at all..." Looking at the motionless floating body before him, Lan Huowang frowned.

"My lord, after research, the bodies of these martial artists are similar to memory metal; if new memories are not added, the flesh and blood of these martial artists will stably maintain their original form."

The researcher said from the side: "My lord can try implanting memories; there should be an effect."

"Implant whose?" Lan Huowang looked at the body before him and subconsciously frowned, after all, there were too many options.

(End of Chapter)