If it were just an ordinary person, it wouldn’t matter, but now he’s encountered a real expert, and yet she still dares to boast so wildly.

“Enough…” Frank Bolton suppressed his anger and glared at Claire Bolton.

Brian White hadn’t taken it seriously at first—he’d only practiced for a few days and never considered himself a master.

But this woman kept going on about her sect and constantly belittling Wuliang Sect, making his expression grow even darker.

“Idiot.” Brian White glanced at Claire Bolton, snorted coldly, and turned to leave.

Claire Bolton, however, was like a crazed tiger. Hearing Brian White’s harsh words, she flew into a rage: “What did you say!”

Brian White didn’t want to bother with her at all, but Claire Bolton, furious, lifted her foot and kicked Brian White from behind.

Brian White was stunned. He hadn’t expected Claire Bolton to actually make a move, and it wasn’t a light kick either. For an ordinary person, taking that kick would definitely mean paralysis.

Brian White lost two points of life, and his baleful energy increased by four points.

That kick completely ignited Brian White’s anger. He turned around and slapped Claire Bolton hard across the face.

Frank Bolton hurriedly grabbed Brian White, pleading bitterly, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Young Master Bai, I apologize. It’s all my fault for not disciplining her properly. Please forgive my daughter’s offense, Young Master Bai, please be magnanimous and forgive her rashness.”

Frank Bolton had seen Brian White’s methods before—calling him ruthless wouldn’t be an exaggeration. Now that his daughter had angered him, if things went wrong, it could mean disaster.

Frank Bolton’s merchant instincts kicked in; he believed in making friends, not enemies, so he quickly admitted fault and took all the blame upon himself.

“You… you dare hit me? Do you know who I am? I’m from Shanxing Sect!” Claire Bolton glared at Brian White, clutching her face in resentment, but didn’t dare make another move.

That kick just now had been with her full strength. Although she hadn’t reached the first stage of cultivation, she was still several times stronger than an ordinary person, yet Brian White hadn’t even flinched.

Brian White shot Claire Bolton a fierce glare, a flash of ruthlessness in his eyes. Claire Bolton immediately fell silent—his gaze was terrifying.

Of course, Brian White wouldn’t kill over such a trivial matter, but women like her, spoiled as they were, only feared those fiercer than themselves. Otherwise, they’d really think they ruled the world.

Only when Claire Bolton was quiet did Brian White turn and leave, with the sound of Claire Bolton’s crying and wailing behind him.

Andy Warren came over again, but the mouth that was usually so talkative didn’t dare utter a word now.

The look he gave Brian White now held a bit more awe, and as he followed beside Brian White, he didn’t even dare breathe loudly.

Brian White actually liked talking with Andy Warren, but seeing his expression now, he figured it’d be hard to get him to speak again, and couldn’t help but smile wryly.

Andy Warren walked with Brian White all the way to the foot of Wuliang Mountain before parting ways. Brian White carried a pile of oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar.

He hadn’t even reached the mountain gate when a few figures came down from the mountain. They were all dressed alike, with arrogance on their faces.

As they passed by Brian White, they wore mocking smiles.

Brian White wondered to himself, Who are these people?

He then heard loud discussions from afar, not caring at all whether Brian White could hear: “This rundown sect actually has new disciples.”

“Probably tricked them in. Didn’t you see that kid? He looks dumb as a post. Only Wuliang Sect would take in disciples like that.”

“If you ask me, we should just tear down this sect gate. Why bother talking to them?”

“Our Elder Chen is a kind man—he’d never do something so bandit-like. Giving them three days to consider is already generous. If they dare say no! Hmph…”

Brian White had a vague feeling something had happened on the mountain. Not daring to linger, he hurried up.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, he heard Alan Warren crying inside. Brian White’s face immediately darkened.

Brian White strode into the house. Logan Warren was lying on the ground, coughing up blood, and Alan Warren’s face was bright red on one side, marked with a fresh handprint.

“Who did this!!” Brian White’s voice was like a tiger breaking out of its cage, his eyes wide, chest heaving.

“It’s… it’s nothing, I just fell.” Logan Warren’s face was pale, forcing a smile as he tugged at Alan Warren, “Don’t cry.”

“And Alan Warren’s face is from falling too!?”

“Brian White gege, it was Shanxing Sect. They want to take our medicine fields.” Alan Warren threw herself into Brian White’s arms, sobbing loudly.

“Alan Warren, who told you to say that!” Logan Warren shouted, even angrier, “Brian White, where are you going? Get back here! Damn it, you don’t listen to me now? Damn it… I told you to come back!!”

“Jiesha, find me a martial art—one that can beat the crap out of those bastards. No… one that can wipe out the entire Shanxing Sect!” Brian White roared in his heart.

“Heh heh… You don’t need martial arts to beat those few. You can do it now. As for Shanxing Sect… there are martial arts manuals, but you don’t have enough merit yet.”

“Damn it, just spit it out already.”

“If you don’t have enough merit, you can borrow from me. Nine out, thirteen back—that’s the rule. Count by the day, judge for yourself.”

“Fine! Hurry up and give it to me!”