It wasn’t until an hour later that Henry Clark finished his practice. The redness on his skin faded, returning to normal, and the black lines on his palms and arms also disappeared.

“My current state should be not far from overflowing qi and blood.”

Henry Clark muttered to himself, feeling very satisfied with his progress.

This meant that his cultivation was approaching a breakthrough.

William Clark had once said that Charles Foster was at this very level.

“The Dao Book truly is a peerless treasure.”

Although the Dao Book couldn’t directly enhance qi and blood or raise one’s cultivation realm, it could rapidly improve one’s martial arts level.

An improvement in martial arts level allowed one to open more collateral meridians, which could speed up the accumulation of qi and blood and increase cultivation speed.

This was equivalent to indirectly strengthening one’s cultivation.

For an ordinary person with average talent, even with plenty of meat to eat, it would take at least three years from the start of martial arts training to reach overflowing qi and blood and approach a breakthrough.

But he had only taken 105 days.

Not only was his martial arts progress countless times faster than ordinary people, but his cultivation speed was also more than ten times faster.

Moreover, if his martial arts level continued to improve—reaching, for example, “supernatural mastery” or even “unity of man and martial arts”—and he opened even more collateral meridians, his cultivation speed would become even faster.

“It shouldn’t take more than a few days to truly reach overflowing qi and blood and attempt the ‘Sealed Gate’ breakthrough.”

Henry Clark felt invigorated. After resting for a while, he practiced Iron Wire Fist once more before returning home.

As the sun set and night fell, William Clark came back carrying a bundle of firewood, his face unable to hide his excitement.

“What’s got you so happy, husband?”

Olivia Smith noticed at a glance.

“Look at what I’ve got here!”

William Clark untied the firewood and took out a large wild boar leg, which looked to be at least thirty pounds.

“A wild boar leg? Dad, did you catch a wild boar?”

Henry Clark asked.

“That’s right. I was lucky today and caught a big wild boar. It must weigh about three hundred pounds. It was too heavy for me to drag back, so I dug a big pit and buried it, and just brought back one leg for now. Once it’s dark, I’ll go back and cut up the rest to bring home.”

William Clark said.

“Dad, I’ll go with you.”

Henry Clark said.

After dark, those large beasts would come out of the deep mountains. William Clark going into the mountains alone made him uneasy.

“Alright.”

William Clark hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Why not bring it back during the day?

Such a big wild boar would attract too much attention. If someone like Charles Foster saw it, who knows what they might do.

Better to be cautious.

After dinner, it was completely dark. William Clark and Henry Clark quietly left the village, entered Woniu Mountain, and found the spot where William Clark had buried the wild boar.

They dug up the wild boar and used a machete to cut it into four pieces, each weighing over sixty pounds.

Each of them carried one piece, buried the remaining two pieces underground, and quickly returned home.

After dropping off the meat, they immediately went back into the mountains.

Roar!

The roar of a beast echoed from the forest, especially chilling.

The two held their breath and moved quietly, returning to the spot where the wild boar was buried. They picked up the remaining two pieces and left right away.

Fortunately, they were lucky and didn’t encounter any wild beasts, making it home safely.

Olivia Smith had been anxiously waiting. When she saw them return, the weight in her heart was finally lifted. She immediately got busy, washing the wild boar meat and marinating it with Sichuan pepper powder.

That night, Olivia Smith cooked a big plate of wild boar meat, and the family of three enjoyed a hearty meal.

The next day, at Henry Clark’s suggestion, he was given three pounds of meat at each meal. As soon as he was full, he went to the bamboo forest to practice boxing, preparing to break through the ‘Sealed Gate’.

With plenty of meat, William Clark didn’t go hunting for the next few days, but stayed home to help Olivia Smith with the work in the fields.

Three days later.

That day, after lunch, Henry Clark was heading to the bamboo forest to practice boxing. As he passed by a household, he saw a crowd gathered at the door, and the sound of wailing came from inside.

“What’s going on?”

Henry Clark went over to ask.

“Sigh, it’s those scoundrels Charles Foster and Li Shi, Li Mu, always up to no good, robbing others of their food. A few days ago, they set their sights on Dagang’s family, trying to take their potatoes. Dagang refused and tried to stop them, but was badly beaten. With no money for treatment, he died today.”

A burly man said through gritted teeth.

“Shh, keep your voice down. If Charles Foster and his gang hear you, you’ll be in trouble.”

An older woman looked around nervously and warned in a low voice.

“What’s there to be afraid of? Those troublemakers will get what’s coming to them sooner or later.”

The burly man said angrily.

“Sigh, the real tragedy is Dagang’s wife. With Dagang gone, she has to raise two kids alone, and now their food’s been taken too. How will they survive?”

“Damn them.”

The others sighed, but at most could only sympathize. As for giving up their own food to help Dagang’s wife, they simply couldn’t afford it.

“Doesn’t the Liu clan care?” Henry Clark asked.

“Charles Foster didn’t actually kill anyone, just injured him. Those big shots in the Liu clan don’t have time to bother.”

An old man sighed.

Henry Clark fell silent, his face cold. He made a decision in his heart, then strode out of the village—only to unexpectedly run into three ‘acquaintances’.