Mu Yanxin was startled again. She hadn’t expected that this immortal brain could really be activated with divine sense, or that she could converse with it directly.
She carefully glanced at her parents walking ahead of her.
They showed no reaction, which meant the immortal brain’s voice was similar to voice transmission.
She tried probing the immortal brain again with her divine sense, and a panel popped up in her mind: Master: Mu Yanxin, Gender: Female, Cultivation Stage: Qi Refining Level Twelve, Mana: 12.7, Mana Purity: 31%, Physical Strength: 87, Divine Sense Strength: 64, Jingmai Strength: Ordinary, Life Spring Quality: Life Spring, Heart of Dao Realm: Confused Mind…
Is this a detailed breakdown of my stats? Mu Yanxin nearly blacked out when she saw that her gender was listed as female, but quickly accepted that she was, in fact, now a girl.
She couldn’t make sense of most of these numbers, except for her cultivation being Qi Refining Level Twelve, which matched her current realm, and that her heart of dao realm was ‘Confused Mind’. She truly did feel confused.
She hadn’t expected the immortal brain to have such functions, being able to analyze the master’s realm data.
Mu Yanxin used her divine sense to ask the immortal brain, “Where did you come from?” The female voice replied, “I am an auxiliary-type immortal brain manufactured by Lingxiao Palace.”
Mu Yanxin asked again, “Why did you appear in my brain?”
“When you touched the original master’s corpse, I was triggered by the preset program and automatically entered your brain, recognizing you as my master.” The immortal brain’s voice was extremely mechanical, with no emotion or inflection at all.
“The original master’s corpse? Do you mean that old man? How did he die? What was his original identity?” Mu Yanxin felt a chill in her heart and asked seriously.
She’d heard too many stories like this in her previous life—some young cultivator finds the corpse of a dead cultivator in the wild, or picks up a leftover magical artifact or storage ring, thinking it’s their fortune, only to have their body snatched by the remnant soul of some old monster.
Such incidents happened all too often.
This experience was almost exactly the same. She remembered the original owner touching the old man, a flash of light entering her body, and the excruciating pain in her head.
It fit the usual possession pattern. Perhaps the original died because of this, and for some reason, her own soul from another world ended up in the body.
Having such a dangerous, unknown item hidden in her brain meant she was now in great danger.
There was an uncontrollable object in her most vital spot; if something went wrong, she’d have to undergo surgery to get the immortal brain out—otherwise, it could lead to endless trouble.
“Yes, the original master was killed by enemies in an ambush. Before he died, he set the protocol to transfer me, the immortal brain, to the first non-enemy to touch his corpse, then recognize them as the new master. As for the original master’s identity, that is confidential and cannot be disclosed.” The immortal brain replied.
So, it would pass to the first non-enemy to touch the corpse. What if the first to touch the corpse was an enemy? Would the immortal brain fry their brain directly? Like what happened to the original owner?
Suddenly, Mu Yanxin’s imagination ran wild. Could it be that the original owner was the old man’s enemy, and touching the corpse triggered the preset protocol, burning him to death and leaving the body for her, a soul from another world?
And since she wasn’t the enemy who killed the old man, the immortal brain recognized her as the master?
But when Mu Yanxin asked the immortal brain next: Who were your original master’s enemies? Why did he make enemies? Why was his corpse left in that cave in the Junkyard?
The immortal brain answered all those questions with “No comment,” which made Mu Yanxin so angry she wanted to smash something. But with the immortal brain inside her head, even if she wanted to smash it, she couldn’t.
Only when Mu Yanxin asked, “Why did your original master’s corpse disappear?” did the immortal brain answer: The original master’s corpse has been utterly destroyed in both body and soul, no longer existing in the world.
Through these questions and answers, Mu Yanxin confirmed one thing: this immortal brain was even less intelligent than a terminal ring.
At least the terminal ring would phrase its replies nicely; the immortal brain’s responses were all cold and emotionless, answering only what was asked, outright denying anything it couldn’t answer, even if she was now its master.
Unfortunately, even if she suspected the immortal brain might be problematic, Mu Yanxin couldn’t just take it out now. It was in her brain, and would require surgery to remove.
And if she wanted surgery, she’d have to explain to her parents how the immortal brain got into her head. If she couldn’t explain, it could be discovered that she was no longer their child.
So even if the immortal brain was a hidden danger, Mu Yanxin had no choice but to accept it for now. After all, she knew nothing about the concept of a immortal brain, and could only think about what use it might have.
At this moment, the family had already walked out to the hospital parking lot. Her parents saw that Mu Yanxin hadn’t spoken the whole way and hadn’t bothered her, thinking she was still troubled by the change of becoming a girl and was trying to adjust.
Her father once again took out a gray sedan from his storage ring. As Mu Yanxin glanced over the car, a string of data appeared in her vision.
“Galaxy model, Nebula 861 Series sedan, top speed three thousand kilometers per hour, range per ten spirit stone: five thousand kilometers, age: 64%, failure rate: 5%. Three potential repairable hazards detected.”
As the immortal brain’s voice sounded, three red markers appeared on the car’s body: one at the front, one underneath, and one near a wheel. All of them also projected the car’s internal structure.
“Wait a moment!” Seeing her parents about to get in, Mu Yanxin couldn’t help but speak up. The couple looked back at her in confusion. Bracing herself, she said, “It seems this car has a bit of a problem.”
“What are you talking about, kid? We just drove it here, what problem could there be?” her father retorted. He still wasn’t used to calling Mu Yanxin ‘daughter’ or ‘girl’, but had at least stopped saying ‘brat’, and now just called her ‘kid’.
“Don’t rush, this car was fixed by Chen’er. Xin’er was always tinkering with junk together with Chen’er, maybe she can see something we can’t?” her mother said.
Hearing this, her father thought it made sense, so he stopped talking and stood aside to watch how Mu Yanxin would handle things.
Fortunately, the Yangxintang Hospital parking lot was spacious, and most people put their cars away into storage artifacts after parking, so there was plenty of space for them to work on the car.
Actually, Mu Yanxin regretted speaking up the moment the words left her mouth. She didn’t know the first thing about fixing cars—she’d never even touched this kind of artifact before.
Besides, as her father said, they’d already driven here, so any issues wouldn’t stop them from driving home. She could study it slowly after returning.
She’d intended to take the opportunity to back down, but her mother’s words trapped her again.
As Mu Yanxin was wondering how to find an excuse to muddle through, the immortal brain brought up new data: Nebula Series Car design diagram, maintenance and disassembly guide, and car maintenance manual.
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