Han Yu filled pages with analysis.
Techniques based on bodily transformation remain usable.
Techniques dependent on comprehension disappear.
Physical alterations preserved.
ntal inheritances lost.
Then ca the question that bothered him.
Where were mories stored?
Brain?
Soul?
Both?
Han Yu sat in his laboratory staring at several corpses.
He began thinking.
If mories were only in the soul then corpses should be empty. If they existed in the brain then fresh corpses should retain them.
Han Yu imdiately tested it.
He selected a corpse that had died recently.
Only a few hours old.
He occupied it.
The mont he entered...
Fragnts appeared.
Broken images.
Voices.
Fear.
Pain.
Family.
Han Yu instantly exited.
His eyes widened.
"Fresh corpses retain mories..."
The theory shifted.
He repeated it.
Again.
Again.
The fresher the corpse...
The stronger the mory residue.
Older corpses beca emptier.
Months old corpses barely had anything left.
Years old corpses had almost nothing.
Han Yu filled an entire scroll discussing soul and brain synchronization.
He proposed several possibilities.
mory stored in brain and accessed through soul compatibility.
mory partially imprinted into soul.
Residual thought decay after death.
Soul brain alignnt chanism.
He did not know which was true.
But he knew they were connected.
The experints continued.
An entire month passed.
Eventually Han Yu decided he had exhausted corpse testing.
The next step was obvious.
Living targets.
He could not use disciples.
Too risky.
Too visible.
Instead he acquired a mortal slave.
Well... Procured was a better word.
The slave district often sent gifts to important figures hoping for favor. Han Yu already had several sent over the years and most worked in outer facilities.
He selected an ordinary mortal man.
The slave knew nothing.
Han Yu sat opposite him.
Then projected his soul.
The mont he tried entering... Resistance appeared.
Han Yu blinked.
It felt different.
There was another presence.
The slave’s soul pushed back instinctively.
Weak.
Terrified.
Han Yu increased pressure.
The resistance collapsed after several seconds.
He entered.
Han Yu opened his eyes.
Living body.
Warm.
Breathing.
Heartbeat.
It felt completely different from corpses.
Far more comfortable.
More responsive.
The body moved naturally.
Han Yu stood.
Walked.
Tested.
Everything functioned.
After a few minutes he exited.
The slave collapsed.
Han Yu observed carefully.
Three minutes later the man woke up.
Disoriented.
Confused.
No mory.
Han Yu narrowed his eyes.
Interesting.
No ntal damage.
mory interruption only.
He wrote everything down.
Next ca a Qi Refining slave.
The difference was imdiate.
The resistance increased drastically.
The soul pushed back.
Han Yu frowned and increased pressure.
Thirty seconds passed before he succeeded.
Inside...
The experience improved further.
The body possessed cultivation.
Qi moved.
ridians existed.
Han Yu tested circulation.
Everything worked.
He even used simple techniques.
Then exited.
The cultivator slave woke later.
Exhausted.
Sweating.
Still alive.
Han Yu sat silently after that.
His thoughts moved rapidly.
If Qi Refining took thirty seconds...
Core Condensation?
Nascent Soul?
Han Yu wondered.
The answer appeared obvious.
Higher realms would resist harder.
Much harder.
Still... The implications were terrifying.
His soul cultivation had quietly turned into sothing monstrous.
Corpse possession.
Living body takeover.
mory access.
Soul infiltration.
Han Yu looked around the room.
Then slowly smiled.
He suddenly rembered Palm Hand Lu.
The elders.
Legacy disciples.
Even enemies.
What if...
One day...
He no longer needed disguises?
The thought lingered.
Han Yu quickly suppressed it.
"Dangerous thinking."
Even he felt a chill.
Then he wrote another line into the report.
Do not test on important cultivators yet.
Risks unknown.
Consequences unknown.
Further experintation required.
He paused.
Then added another note beneath it.
Potential infiltration value... imasurable.
Han Yu stared at those words for a long ti.
Six months passed in the blink of an eye.
For the disciples of the Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect, those six months had been peaceful. There were no major conflicts between peaks, no strange incidents involving missing corpses, and no new creations from Legacy Disciple Ju Fan that caused everyone to scramble in panic.
For Han Yu though, those six months had been anything but peaceful.
He had buried himself deeper and deeper into research.
If soone entered the hidden laboratories beneath his peak now, they would probably think they had entered so forbidden research facility. Hundreds of notes filled entire walls. Diagrams linked together by red lines covered large boards. Tables comparing corpse compatibility, soul resistance and mory retention occupied shelf after shelf.
Han Yu had turned his peak into a giant research center.
And the fruits had been imnse.
He had expanded his experints from mortals all the way to cultivators at the Peak Core Condensation realm.
The results had beco increasingly fascinating.
Dead bodies remained simpler to control. They offered almost no resistance and could be occupied instantly once Han Yu established the link. The issue remained the sa though. Their mories faded after death.
Fresh corpses still retained fragnts.
Old corpses beca blank slates.
Their techniques disappeared with ti.
Living bodies though were entirely different.
The mories remained.
The techniques remained.
The instincts remained.
Han Yu had confird this repeatedly.
He still rembered his surprise when he occupied a middle stage Core Condensation slave cultivator and suddenly found mories of sword forms flowing through his mind. The comprehension belonged to the body’s owner and Han Yu could access it.
He could use it too.
Not perfectly.
Execution still depended on his own understanding.
If the technique differed greatly from his own knowledge, the results deteriorated sharply. But similar thods beca much easier.
Han Yu could imitate them.
Adapt them.
Borrow them.
The implications had been terrifying.
A few tis Han Yu had simply sat there in silence after exiting a body.
Because every discovery made Soul Projection more frightening.
And then ca the Jiangshi experints.
Han Yu had expected them to be easier.
He was wrong.
Possessing Jiangshi proved harder than taking over living cultivators.
The first attempt had surprised him.
The soul entered.
Stopped.
Then encountered resistance.
Not from another soul.
From the body itself.
Han Yu had imdiately exited and repeated the experint.
Again.
Again.
The sa thing happened.
Eventually he realized the problem.
Curse cores.
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