The spiritual energy was restored, and he became a mortal immortal in two days.

These documents contain Chen Xuan's registered identity information at the Taoist temple on Qingcheng Mountain.

There was a blurry image captured by a distant surveillance camera when he ran into Tai Qingzi in the park.

An analysis of scattered, unidentified energy fluctuations before and after the destruction of the Lingyuan Sect...

But none of these seem to have a direct connection with the name "Chen Xiang" or with the reincarnation of Yin Jiuyou before them.

"You really don't recognize him?"

Dr. Wang confirmed it one last time.

"I don't know him! I said I don't know him!"

Yin Jiuyou seemed somewhat impatient. "If he's Prime Minister Chen, then I'm Laozi!"

"Dr. Wang, if this is all the Lingxiao Sect is capable of, you'd better release me now. Perhaps if I'm in a good mood, I might spare your lives... uh!"

His words came to an abrupt end.

Because Dr. Wang suddenly shoved the Suppression Lamp in his hand right in front of him!

The soft white light instantly became blinding! A powerful energy suppression field erupted!

"what!"

Yin Jiuyou let out a shrill scream, as if he had been doused with concentrated sulfuric acid!

His skin turned an unnatural red, and the black mark between his eyebrows twisted and throbbed violently, as if it were about to come alive!

He curled up in agony, rolling around at the bottom of the container, his teeth grinding together, his eyes filled with resentment and pain, but he could no longer utter a word.

This energy suppresses light, which is a form of suppression for ordinary cultivators.

For someone like him, a reincarnation of a demonic soul, with demonic energy and his soul deeply intertwined, this was no less than torture.

Dr. Wang coldly watched him struggle in the light until he was about to faint, then he slightly moved the lamp away.

"Remember your identity, Yin Jiuyou."

Dr. Wang's voice was icy cold and devoid of any emotion: "You are a prisoner now, an experimental subject. I ask, you answer. Don't talk nonsense."

Yin Jiuyou lay sprawled at the bottom of the container, gasping for breath, his body still convulsing uncontrollably.

His gaze toward Dr. Wang was filled with deep-seated hatred, but deep down, it also revealed a trace of deeply hidden fear.

He knew that this seemingly refined mortal possessed the means to truly harm or even destroy his remnant soul.

He was panting, and finally his posture lowered.

Dr. Wang then put away the tablet, turned off the strong light mode of the suppressor lamp, and restored it to a soft lighting state.

"If you recall any information about 'Chen Xiang,' even a vague impression, a dream, or a deep stirring in your soul, report it immediately."

Dr. Wang turned and walked towards the door. "This concerns your future 'treatment'."

After saying that, he left the cell without lingering and led two special agents out.

The heavy alloy door closed silently once again, locking Yin Jiuyou back into that cold, pale blue and silent space.

outside the hallway.

As Dr. Wang walked, he quickly took notes on the electronic tablet in his hand.

"Interrogation subject: Yin Jiuyou (reincarnation)."

Reaction: No recognition reaction to the photo of "Chen Xuan"; micro-expression and soul fluctuation analysis showed no signs of disguise.

There was a very brief, unusual soul-related fluctuation in response to the name "Chen Xiang," but no clear memory connection.

Preliminary assessment: The target does not know or cannot identify whether "Chen Xuan" and "Chen Xiang" are the same person.

Probability Analysis:

1. Chen Xiangbing was not the name used by Chen Xuan in his previous life;

2. Chen Xuan possesses extremely sophisticated techniques for identity disguise or reincarnation, resulting in distinct fluctuations in his divine soul in each lifetime;

3. Yin Jiuyou's related memories are severely missing or sealed...

After finishing his recording, he stopped and looked at a special agent beside him.

"Notify the technical department to retrieve all known ancient documents, inscriptions, and secret realm records containing the name 'Chen Xiang' or similar homophones, and cross-reference them."

There's no reason for it. All signs indicate that you are very likely that the Holy Master.

Why couldn't the Empress confirm it, and even Yin Jiuyou couldn't tell?

........

Qingcheng Mountain, behind Xianyun Temple.

The morning mist had not yet completely dissipated, like a soft veil lingering among the verdant mountains and forests.

The rising sun pierced through the clouds, casting golden rays that tinged the mist with a pale golden-red hue, while the air was filled with the crisp fragrance of grass and trees and the aroma of earth.

In a secluded spot behind Xianyun Temple, there is a huge bluish-black rock with a smooth, mirror-like surface, as if it had been washed by flowing water for millions of years.

At this moment, Chen Xuan was leaning lazily against the rock, his eyes closed, seemingly dozing off.

He was wearing a simple dark blue Taoist robe, the collar slightly open, his long hair casually tied back with a wooden hairpin, and a few strands of hair hanging down in front of his forehead.

Sunlight fell on his handsome and serene profile, casting a soft halo around him, making him look less like an unfathomable cultivator and more like a leisurely scholar enjoying the morning light.

Not far behind him, Lu Yao was sitting cross-legged on a clean and flat stone slab, her eyes closed and her expression solemn, performing her daily morning practice.

This technique may seem simple, but it is actually incredibly profound.

The rhythm of every breath, the path of every wisp of spiritual energy, all conformed to some profound principle of heaven and earth, making her cultivation twice as effective with half the effort.

At this moment, Lu Yao is operating on a key cycle in the "Su Hua Jing".

Following the instructions in the scriptures, she carefully guided the faint but pure spiritual energy within her body, allowing it to flow slowly along specific meridian pathways.

At first, everything went smoothly. Her spiritual energy was gentle and soothing, nourishing her meridians and making her feel completely comfortable.

However, when the spiritual energy reached the vicinity of the "Shanzhong acupoint" and was about to enter the "Hand Jueyin Pericardium Meridian", a sudden change occurred!

The originally gentle spiritual energy seemed to suddenly hit an invisible wall and abruptly stopped!

Immediately afterwards, the spiritual energy began to surge uncontrollably, rampaging through the meridians!

"Um!"

Lu Yao groaned, her face turning pale instantly, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on her forehead.

She felt a tightness in her chest, her blood surging, and a sharp pain in her meridians, as if she were being torn apart by that out-of-control spiritual energy!

She was extremely anxious and desperately tried to stabilize the spiritual energy and guide it again.

The more anxious she became, the more violent her spiritual energy became, like a wild horse breaking free of its reins, rushing and surging through her fragile meridians, and the situation was about to get out of control!

Once the spiritual energy goes completely out of control, at best it will damage the meridians and ruin one's cultivation; at worst it will damage the internal organs and even endanger one's life!

"Senior Brother..."

Lu Yao managed to utter two words, her voice trembling with pain.

She knew she had made a mistake in her cultivation, but she was powerless to reverse it. She could only cast her pleading gaze toward the seemingly asleep figure on the rock.

Just when she was almost in despair, Chen Xuan's voice rang out lazily, his eyes still closed, as if he were just talking in his sleep:

"The pericardium is the ministerial organ, from which joy and happiness arise."

"Your mind is restless and filled with distracting thoughts. Trying to force your spiritual energy through this barrier is like trying to cross a raging torrent with rotten wood. It's no wonder you capsize."

His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached Lu Yao's ears, like a morning bell or evening drum, giving her a sudden jolt to her flustered mind.

"The Tanzhong acupoint is not a wall; you're the one who's mistaking it for a wall."

"Spiritual energy is like water; if you force it to follow the path you've drawn, it will naturally resist."

"Why not give it a try and let it find its own way?"

These words sound somewhat mysterious, even like nonsense.

But Lu Yao had no other choice at this moment.

She endured the excruciating pain in her meridians and, as Chen Xuan had instructed, tried to abandon her attempts to forcefully suppress and guide the violent spiritual energy.