Mr. Harris thought for a moment and said, "Young master, you must be referring to when this old servant immobilized you. That was actually using qi to control objects. As long as one has reached the fourth realm of martial arts, it can be done easily."

Emily Thompson raised an eyebrow. "Martial arts?"

Realizing that the young master had hit his head and forgotten everything, Mr. Harris patiently explained, "Martial arts is a form of cultivation. Upon entering the first realm, an ordinary person can possess the strength of a thousand catties. Those with profound cultivation can control objects with qi, walk in the air, pluck flowers or leaves to injure others, and at the final realm, even move mountains and fill seas..."

Emily Thompson's eyes grew brighter as he listened. This world, aside from being a bit dangerous, actually seemed pretty good.

He asked expectantly, "If I cultivate martial arts, will I be able to defeat my wife?"

Mr. Harris shook his head, pouring a bucket of cold water on him at just the right moment. "Young master, you have no martial arts foundation and cannot cultivate martial arts. Besides, the young madam is a rare martial arts genius. Even this old servant is no match for her. Even if you had a martial arts foundation, you would never be able to surpass her..."

The light in Emily Thompson's eyes instantly went out. Did this mean he would never be able to turn things around in his life?

Seeing Emily Thompson's disappointment, Mr. Harris comforted him, "Young master, don't lose heart. There are countless people in this world without a martial arts foundation. Although you can't cultivate martial arts, you can still study the Hundred Schools of Thought..."

Emily Thompson was like a deflated balloon, replying weakly, "What are the Hundred Schools of Thought?"

Mr. Harris said, "The Way of Confucianism: cultivate oneself, regulate the family, govern the state, bring peace to the world. It can nurture righteous qi, making one fearless of all methods—would you like to learn it, young master?"

Emily Thompson asked, "Righteous qi—can it defeat the young madam?"

Mr. Harris shook his head. "No."

Emily Thompson waved his hand. "Then I won't learn it."

Mr. Harris continued, "The Way of the Military: wage war on the battlefield, enter the Dao through killing, cultivate the aura of conquest, and be invincible—would you like to learn it, young master?"

Emily Thompson asked, "The aura of conquest—can it defeat the young madam?"

Mr. Harris thought for a moment and said, "The aura of conquest is nurtured on the battlefield. If you could fight in wars for decades and cultivate your qi through battle, you might be able to catch up to the young madam..."

The battlefield is so dangerous, with swords and blades everywhere. One careless move and you'd be wrapped in a horsehide shroud. Besides, you'd have to endure decades of hardship, and he might not even live that long. Emily Thompson didn't even think about it and waved his hand. "No, no, I won't learn it."

Mr. Harris went on, "The Mohists excel at craftsmanship and mechanisms, their skills surpass all others. Once Mohist true qi is mastered, with puppets at your command, an ordinary body can rival the gods."

Emily Thompson shook his head. "But that's still just a mortal, isn't it? No, I won't learn it..."

Mr. Harris said helplessly, "Medical true qi can save the world on a grand scale, or prolong life and health on a small scale—would you like to learn it, young master?"

After a pause, he added, "But learning medicine won't help you defeat the young madam."

Emily Thompson lost all interest. He was already living day by day; health preservation was useless to him, and learning medicine couldn't save him either.

Mr. Harris sighed and continued, "Legalism is the system of the world, the standard for all things. It clarifies rewards and punishments, distinguishes right from wrong. Upon entering the path of Legalism, one can control the art of confinement. With deep cultivation, one can draw a prison on the ground, make laws with a word, and establish rules with a decree..."

At this, Emily Thompson suddenly looked up.

Legalism—wasn't this exactly his specialty?

"Drawing a prison on the ground," "making laws with a word"—these sounded so powerful. If he mastered them, would he still need to fear that woman?

Moreover, he needed to judge cases to extend his own life. The two complemented each other perfectly.

This was undoubtedly the most suitable path for him.

Emily Thompson immediately looked at Mr. Harris and said, "I want to cultivate Legalism!"

Mr. Harris was slightly taken aback and asked, "Why?"

In his previous life, he studied law mostly for job prospects.

In this life, of course, it was to survive.

And... to avoid domestic violence.

Of course, Emily Thompson wouldn't say what was really on his mind. Since his cheap father in this world was the Minister of Justice, studying law could be considered following in his father's footsteps.

So he cleared his throat and replied very seriously, "Of course, it's to follow in my father's footsteps, uphold justice, speak for the people, and punish the wicked..."

Mr. Harris's expression became very awkward.

How was he supposed to tell the amnesiac young master that the master was actually the biggest villain in court?

A son arresting his father—wouldn't that be turning the world upside down?

But as servants, it wasn't their place to say such things. Once the young master regained some memories, he probably wouldn't insist on punishing the wicked anymore.

Emily Thompson noticed that when he said he wanted to follow the path of Legalism, speak for the people, and punish the wicked, Mr. Harris's expression became conflicted, and he even sighed.

He opened his mouth several times, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

A sense of foreboding welled up in Emily Thompson's heart, and he asked, "No way, don't tell me I don't have a Legalism foundation either?"

Mr. Harris immediately said, "No, no, only martial arts require a foundation. Anyone can study the Hundred Schools of Thought."

Emily Thompson breathed a sigh of relief and said irritably, "Then why did you sigh? You scared me..."

He couldn't wait and said, "Hurry up and tell me, how do I cultivate Legalism?"