Henry Brooks walked over to the desk and picked up the chi dragon paperweight. It looked like gold or stone, and was extremely heavy in his hand. The chi dragon carved on the paperweight stood upright, fierce and terrifying, as if roaring to the sky, exuding an indescribable spiritual aura, clearly not an ordinary object.

At this moment, Henry Brooks recalled that black canglong cauldron—not even a foot tall, thin-walled, yet it had taken four burly men to barely move it. He guessed it was made of the same kind of extremely heavy, mysterious metal as this chi dragon paperweight.

Just then, a graceful figure lifted the curtain and entered from the outer chamber. She probably hadn’t expected Henry Brooks to be up already, and was startled, standing stiffly at the doorway, unsure whether to come in or back out.

She was a sixteen- or seventeen-year-old girl, her features as delicate as jade. She was Lily Sutton, who had served as a maid in the The Brooks Family since childhood and was as close as a sister to Evelyn Brooks.

Lily Sutton wore a light blue dress that set off her snow-like skin. Even indoors, the hem of her skirt seemed to flutter without wind. Her fair, snow-like face was pure and beautiful, almost otherworldly in her loveliness.

Yet at that moment, another girl’s beautiful face suddenly flashed through Henry Brooks’s mind...

It was a face even more exquisite and stunning, and as it appeared in Henry Brooks’s mind, he couldn’t help but feel his heart and soul tremble slightly.

Henry Brooks knew that this feeling was all because of the broken memories of the body’s original owner, Edward York. But strangely, in the memories of Edward York that remained in his mind, the parts concerning this girl seemed to have been completely shattered, leaving only that one face.

It was odd—everything from before Edward York’s exile to Taiwei Sect was fragmented. At this moment, Henry Brooks could only piece together some extremely vague impressions. He only knew that Edward York had committed a grave crime and was cast out by the Yao clan, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t recall exactly what the crime was.

Stranger still, Lily Sutton bore a four- or five-tenths resemblance to the girl in Edward York’s broken memories, though she was a bit more youthful, perhaps even more delicate, lacking that unique charm the other girl possessed...

Although Henry Brooks was captivated by the girl’s face flashing through his mind, he failed to notice the fleeting cold glint in Lily Sutton’s eyes as she stood at the door.

Seeing Henry Brooks silent for a long moment, Lily Sutton stiffly backed out of the room.

Henry Brooks didn’t bother to guess what Lily Sutton was thinking. He picked up a tattered scroll pressed under the chi dragon paperweight on the desk. The corners were a bit damaged, but overall it was still intact. Perhaps because he had merged with the body’s original owner, Edward York, Henry Brooks recognized the six ancient seal characters on the cover: “Dao Soldier Profound Supplementary Record.” In one corner of the cover were the words “Printed by Cuifeng Mountain Daoist Academy”...

Henry Brooks found it odd. He thought, even if Edward York’s cultivation had been crippled, if he wanted to cultivate again, he shouldn’t be interested in such a basic introductory manual.

After all, before Edward York’s cultivation was crippled, he had already reached the late stage of the Spirit-Severing Realm, and had memorized countless secret techniques and classics of the Yao clan since childhood. How could he possibly be interested in a basic manual for ordinary Daoist soldiers?

But as Henry Brooks searched through Edward York’s fragmented memories, he realized things weren’t as he’d thought.

All memories after Edward York’s cultivation was crippled and he was expelled from the Yao clan were fragmented, and within those fragments, there was not a trace of the Yao clan’s secret arts. It was as if someone had forcibly erased them—calling it amnesia didn’t even begin to describe it.

Could there really be a power in this world that could completely erase someone’s memories?

Henry Brooks stood there in a daze, thinking: could it be that he had really entered a world of gods and demons, where humans could move mountains and overturn seas with their powers?

Henry Brooks tossed the “Dao Soldier Profound Supplementary Record” back onto the desk. He couldn’t make sense of anything right now; all he vaguely knew was that Edward York had become self-destructive only after his cultivation was crippled. In the clearest part of Edward York’s memories, Henry Brooks knew that after losing his cultivation, trying to start over was even harder than for an ordinary person with no talent—practically hopeless.

Henry Brooks had no intention of cultivating. He hadn’t even figured out his own situation yet. Of course, even if he couldn’t make sense of it all, he could accept living under Edward York’s identity in Taiwei Sect, just muddling along.

And from what Leonard Brooks had said, it seemed he was determined to have Lily Sutton marry him. That was nothing to regret, but the key was that he absolutely couldn’t let Leonard Brooks or Evelyn Brooks discover that he was no longer Edward York...

Thinking of this, and of Lily Sutton’s pure and stunning face that made his heart race, Henry Brooks felt a surge of heat rise in his lower abdomen.

But Henry Brooks was also a bit worried—if Lily Sutton was utterly unwilling to marry him, would she try to harm her husband in the future?

Or should he just take her into his room, enjoy her for a while, and then divorce her with a written notice?

Not to mention that breathtakingly beautiful face from Edward York’s broken memories—even a girl like Lily Sutton, who was just a bit less stunning, would be a rare beauty on Earth.

“George King, is this the guardian you’ve chosen for the temple?”

Henry Brooks was lost in wild thoughts when suddenly an aged voice rang directly in his mind. Before he could react, he saw a vortex-like, invisible ripple appear before his eyes, about to swallow his consciousness—or rather, his very soul—once again...

Damn!

Is he about to transmigrate again?!

Chapter 6 George King Cang Yu