This was a low-magic scenario. Five Innate Experts could not be wasted carelessly.
Once he reached the Innate realm, he could erase other people's memories.
Of course, he could only erase them, not selectively alter them.
Alteration was far too difficult.
As for memory erasure, even the violent impact of an ordinary car accident could cause amnesia.
But he could control it precisely, causing only memory loss without injury.
"Who am I?" the Seventh Hall Master asked blankly.
"Where am I?" the Thirteenth Hall Master asked.
"What are we doing?" The others all wore idiotic expressions.
"You are all my sons." Quan Sect Leader burst into laughter.
"You're younger than me. How can I be your son?" one Hall Master asked in confusion.
Wenren Sheng nodded. It seemed their common-sense memories had not been entirely erased.
He remembered Brain Science saying that human memories were divided into permanent and temporary memories.
Common sense was naturally a permanent memory.
He had held back thirty percent of his strength just now, and it turned out to be just right.
After all, complete idiots were not very useful.
"You merely grew too fast," Quan Sect Leader said unquestioningly.
"Dad," that Hall Master immediately said.
"Good, obedient sons. Dad will buy you sugar figurines. Let's go..."
With that, Quan Sect Leader took the five Innate Experts down the mountain to stroll through the streets.
Wenren Sheng smiled and continued down the mountain.
The cult member who had notified him earlier had already slipped away in secret.
In a demonic cult, those who were not clever had only two possible fates: death, or becoming extremely skilled in martial arts.
Within the Tenth Hall.
The Holy Maiden was sitting cross-legged in meditation. Not far away sat a dog bowl filled with a large basin of premium