Inside the Flying Boat, Zhang Lingyun suddenly felt several Spiritual Sense sweep over her, alarm bells rang in her mind, but she dared not make any rash moves.
She sensed that it was the Spiritual Sense of Immortal.
If she were at her peak, perhaps she would have been able to find out the truth, but she has not yet recovered to her prime.
"What's going on? How come so many immortals are paying attention to the succession of the Eastern Sheng Kingdom's throne?"
Zhang Lingyun realized she had miscalculated.
In his memory, there were no Immortal in the Eastern Sheng Kingdom; the only Immortal Combat Power was the Alchemy Legion. That's why he dared to lead Zhang Yu to the Eastern Sheng Kingdom to hunt for treasures.
She could feel the Spiritual Sense of the Immortal constantly sweeping over her, and now she regretted it.
Moreover, those Spiritual Sense were constantly intertwining, as if they were having a conversation?
"Fortunately, there is still one member of the Sheng Family alive, otherwise we would never have a chance to turn things around." An old voice was talking to the others.
"Good my ass! The Sheng Family are all stubborn fools."
Three years ago, we went to great lengths, secretly instigating that idiot Prime Minister and that damned Grand Council to drive the Sheng Family into a corner, but they refused to sign the Imperial Decree to Protect the King, causing us to ultimately fail.
This is a woman's Spiritual Sense.
"It's better to have hope than no hope. As long as the Sheng Family bloodline is still alive, we have a chance to break free from these constraints."
A dozen or so Spiritual Sense exchanged ideas before dissipating.
Deep within the Heavenly Prison of the Wei Kingdom.
The Flower Monk and the Black-robed Daoist, who had been sitting cross-legged with their eyes closed as if they were out of place in the surrounding filthy environment, suddenly opened their eyes at almost the same moment!
A startling light flashed in their eyes simultaneously, and for the first time, their faces showed solemnity and even shock and anger!
"Not good!"
Maitreya out a low shout, his voice no longer cynical, "His Main Body Spirit Soul has been attacked; a powerful external force is forcibly cleansing and altering its core will."
The Black-robed Daoist's expression also darkened. Although he was taciturn, he moved even faster.
Without needing to say a word, the two instantly reached a tacit understanding, simultaneously sitting cross-legged and forming mysterious hand Law Seals.
Buzz--
An invisible wave emanated from the two of them. Through the profound and mysterious connection between them and Zhang Yu's main body, they transmitted all the Soul Power they could currently mobilize to him without reservation.
Like two clear and resilient streams, they tried to rush into Zhang Yu's Sea of Consciousness, which was being submerged by a turbid tide, to help him stabilize his mind and resist the brainwashing imprint.
However, their expressions quickly turned even more unpleasant.
"Trouble!"
The Daoist Donghua frowned, and the two words he uttered were heavy with emotion.
"This power is too strong."
The Flower Monk's forehead was slightly sweaty.
At this moment, he was only a wisp of his spirit that had been reborn with the help of Zhang Yu's Divine Ability. His Soul Power was comparable to Zhang Yu's, and Donghua was the same.
Although their Soul Power was of extremely high quality, it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot in the face of the vast and overwhelming brainwashing power. It could only slightly slow down the rate of erosion and could not truly resist it.
Just as their Soul Power were about to be completely overwhelmed by the brainwashing torrent, and Zhang Yu's self-awareness was on the verge of being annihilated—
"Hmph! A mere remnant of a dead object dares to be so presumptuous?"
A cold, disdainful snort seemed to pierce through endless space, resounding directly in the Sea of Consciousness of the Flower Monk and the Daoist Donghua!
The next moment, Qin Xuehua, who was in the Heavenly Prison, moved.
She moved with light, graceful steps, instantly appearing behind the seated Daoist Donghua. She extended a slender, jade-like finger and gently touched the center of Daoist Donghua's forehead.
Daoist Donghua's body trembled slightly, but he did not resist.
Boom!
A terrifying Soul Power, seemingly surpassing all the heavens, surged into Zhang Yu's Sea of Consciousness, which was being ravaged by a turbid tide, following Qin Xuehua's finger and through the mysterious connection between Daoist Donghua and Zhang Yu.
The brainwashing imprint power originating from the Memory Crystal of the Eastern Sheng Kingdom, containing the will of the Sheng Family Ancestor, was indeed immense, but in the face of Qin Xuehua's Soul Power, it seemed to have encountered its natural enemy.
Its internal, tightly-knit Oath structure and unquestionable core of will, like ice and snow thrown into a raging fire, began to melt and disintegrate rapidly!
"No--!"
Within Zhang Yu's Sea of Consciousness, it seemed as if the ancient, imprinted will's unwilling, illusory roar echoed.
But it was utterly powerless to resist.
Almost in the blink of an eye, the brainwashing torrent that had driven Zhang Yu to the brink of Divine Soul and left Maitreya and Donghua helpless crumbled under the impact of Qin Xuehua's Soul Power.
Then, this power transformed into the purest, ownerless spiritual energy, dissipating into Zhang Yu's Sea of Consciousness. Instead, a portion of it was instinctively absorbed by Zhang Yu's Divine Soul, making it more resilient and solid.
Outside, Zhang Yu's body jolted, and his tightly closed eyes snapped open.
His eyes were initially blank, then cleared, followed by the lingering fear of surviving a disaster, and a hint of cold anger!
If he had just been successfully brainwashed, to outsiders he would not appear to have changed at all, and even he himself would not have noticed any change in himself.
However, the mark in his heart would silently influence his every decision, turning him into a tool for protecting the Eastern Sheng Kingdom.
"Zhang Yu, are you alright?"
Upon seeing this, Zhang Lingyun immediately stepped forward and asked with concern.
Murong Bai remained calm.
"Young lady, there's no need to worry. I've witnessed this transmission several times before, and it's always been the same; there's never been a mistake."
"No mistakes? What do you mean? I was almost Mind Hypnosis!"
Zhang Yu was full of complaints, but he knew it had nothing to do with the old man; it was the Love Brain Ancestors of the Sheng Family who was messing with his own descendants.
"Zhang Yu, I have something important to tell you."
Seeing that Zhang Yu was perfectly normal, Zhang Lingyun wanted to remind him about the matter of the Immortal's Spiritual Sense.
Zhang Yu was also looking forward to sharing his harrowing experience with her, so he nodded and said, "Okay."
"Mr. Murong, please wait in the outer room. My sister and I have important matters to discuss."
Zhang Yu spoke to Murong Bai in a calm tone, yet with an undeniable authority.
"Yes, Your Highness."
Although Zhang Yu inherited the memories, he did not ascend the throne, Murong Bai still addressed him as His Your Highness.
Then he bowed slightly and left the room.
Zhang Yu has gained control of the Flying Boat through the Memory Crystal.
Then, with another thought, he instantly cut off the power to the hidden monitoring Spell Formation and communication Runes throughout the cabin.
All the Alchemy Doll also entered a standby, silent state.
At this moment, this place has become a temporary, relatively safe Secret Chamber.
Zhang Yu,
Zhang Lingyun immediately set up a Soundproofing barrier, her expression unusually serious:
"We must not go to the Eastern Sheng Kingdom; I have greatly underestimated this place."
"Oh? Why?"
Zhang Yu raised an eyebrow, puzzled.
"Just now, when you fused the Memory Crystal and triggered the inheritance fluctuations..."
Zhang Lingyun lowered her voice, as if afraid of being overheard by something:
More than ten Spiritual Sense at the level of Immortal swept over the Flying Boat.
"It's alright,"
Zhang Yu said confidently, "Those dozen or so Spiritual Sense Immortal you mentioned, I think... I know what they're about."
"You know?" Zhang Lingyun was taken aback.
"From the inherited memories I just received, there are some vague records. Combined with your description, I can roughly guess what it is."
Zhang Yu's eyes gleamed. "They, or rather 'it,' truly wouldn't dare harm me in the slightest. In fact... they would protect me at all costs, hoping I would live to be a hundred years old, ideally until the end of time."