At night, in Li Chen's room, his young body lay sprawled beneath the covers as he read by the moonlight spilling through the window, his little hand occasionally writing and sketching on a sheet of paper beside him.
The paper was covered in mysterious symbols and strange formulas no one could understand, all representing profound knowledge distinct from the Martial Dao system of this world.
Although Li Chen had displayed his extraordinary abilities and was regarded as a child prodigy, his identity as the scion of an aristocratic clan provided cover, so his behavior had not yet crossed the line.
These things, however, were knowledge from the cultivation world of the Outer Domain. If someone with an eye for such matters discovered them, it would be nothing short of a thunderbolt shaking the heavens.
He knew where to draw the line, too, and studied them in secret only when he was alone at night.
If anyone approached, they would soon discover several extraordinarily precise cross-sectional diagrams of neuron cells on Li Chen's manuscript, as though captured by an electron microscope, along with diagrams of the human brain's structure.
Naturally, he had obtained these things from the memories integrated into his true spirit. At his brain's current level of development, he could understand them only at the cellular level.
However unrestrained Li Chen might be, he would never go so far as to discard everything from his past.
A billionaire could arrange for people to receive him and hide money and safeguards in various places, waiting to be unearthed. He certainly would not lack opportunities the way ordinary toiling folk did.
He had not actually exhausted all his wealth, cut off all his connections, or even hardened his heart enough to cripple himself or reduce himself to a vegetative state, losing