A vast expanse of snow blanketed the mountains for a thousand miles, turning everything white.

The newly renowned Charles Carter was feeling utterly miserable.

He stood atop the mountain, shivering in the biting wind, his clothes thin and barely enough to keep out the cold. Standing beside him was David Sullivan; both of them wore expressionless faces.

That day, Branch Master Taylor, fighting alone and ill, was unable to force his way through enemy lines to take Charles Carter’s head. He only managed to take away Ethan Sullivan’s corpse. With this “token of allegiance,” Charles Carter was, as expected, brought back by the demonic cult to join their ranks. Along with him, Charles Carter’s companion David Sullivan was also taken, as he was seen as part of Charles Carter’s group...

Clearly, David Sullivan had never intended to join any demonic cult, but he didn’t dare run away either, so he had no choice but to follow along. His whole life had been thrown into chaos, and his face had been dark the entire journey.

Charles Carter understood his sour expression, but didn’t feel he had wronged David Sullivan. After all, the entire Luo family stronghold had been wiped out; without his intervention, it was questionable whether David Sullivan could have survived at all. Even if Branch Master Taylor could save Ethan Sullivan, how could he spare a thought for an outer disciple like you? The chance of being doomed was at least ninety-nine percent. To put it bluntly, Charles Carter was saving himself too—otherwise, he would have been hacked to death by the demonic cult right there.

In fact, David Sullivan understood this as well, so even though he kept a sullen face, he naturally stuck with Charles Carter wherever he went. Charles Carter was happy with this arrangement—after all, he was the only familiar person around now...

As for joining the demonic cult, Charles Carter certainly wasn’t conflicted. Things had come to this point, so join he would. Was the Luo family really any better than the demonic cult?

On the way, the cultists didn’t go around causing trouble; they simply brought them back in a very low-key manner. The cultists actually appreciated Charles Carter’s actions, treating him with warmth along the way, praising him as “a true man.” But Charles Carter still felt miserable.

Beiming, Beiming... Of course, this place existed in his world, and it was quite famous. When he first heard the name, he thought it was a geographical location from ancient China, but it wasn’t. This Beiming had nothing to do with the Mang Mountain he knew; this mountain was desolate and uninhabited, covered in snow for a thousand miles. The city outside the mountain was just a remote, tiny town, not the land of Heluo at all.

This wasn’t ancient China, but a completely different world. He just didn’t know what it had to do with his dream. Was it because this was a world from his dreams that the customs here resembled China, and the language was modern Chinese?

He didn’t know, but it was hard to bear. After all these days of traveling, waking and sleeping countless times, there was no sign of returning to the real world. Charles Carter knew he really couldn’t go back.

Charles Carter had never wished to transmigrate; he still had his parents at home. Why the hell would he want to transmigrate? What he wanted most right now was to go home.

Whether killing that demoness would let him return or not... In any case, since the blind man had the power to send people across worlds, it meant he could also develop the ability to return. Clearly, gaining an understanding of power as soon as possible was the top priority—like opening the so-called human meridian points. Only then might he catch a glimpse of the path home.

If nothing else, if he didn’t start training soon, he’d probably freeze to death here first.

Suddenly, David Sullivan spoke up: “Did you make such a scene just for the demonic cult’s martial arts?”

Charles Carter turned to glance at him; David Sullivan’s face was still expressionless. Charles Carter shook his head and said, “What scene? I was avenging the innocent villagers of Zhao Village, and also protecting myself. Otherwise, both of us might have died there.”

David Sullivan said, “Then you should have used a fake name. Why did you so brazenly declare yourself as the killer Charles Carter?”

Charles Carter laughed, “Why couldn’t Charles Carter be a made-up name too? Next time I go out, I’ll just use a different name—who would know who I am...”

David Sullivan choked for a moment, turned his head and said nothing, looking a bit cute.

Charles Carter then said, “It’s my real name.”

David Sullivan: “Damn.”

“Too lazy to hide. A real man doesn’t change his name whether standing or sitting.” Charles Carter grinned. “Besides, didn’t you think what I said sounded awesome?”

David Sullivan was dumbfounded, not knowing how to respond.

Just for the sake of showing off?

Charles Carter finally sighed, “Anyway, real name or fake name doesn’t matter. I bet the wanted posters are already everywhere. As long as the portrait looks somewhat like me, any name is the same... Hmm, let’s hope Branch Master Taylor isn’t good at drawing.”

David Sullivan sneered, “Branch Master Taylor is famous for being a master of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting—unmatched in both talent and looks, renowned throughout Daxia.”

Charles Carter shrugged, “Well, whatever. What’s done is done, what else can I do?”

David Sullivan didn’t dwell on it either, and changed the subject: “Actually, aiming higher isn’t anything special... I just wonder if you’ll feel a bit regretful that it was the Blood God Cult, not the Four Symbols Cult, that brought us back. The Blood God Cult isn’t much better than the Luo family, and might even be worse in terms of foundation.”

Charles Carter had originally thought he could join the Four Symbols Cult. Clearly, it wasn’t the Blood God Cult that destroyed the Luo family, but the Four Symbols Cult’s Elder Griffin; the Blood God Cult was just an assistant. But once Branch Master Taylor left, Elder Griffin also left without saying much, and the main force left on the scene was the Blood God Cultists, so naturally, they were brought to join the Blood God Cult.

And they weren’t even taken to the main headquarters with Leader Bennett, just to the Beiming branch, which showed how little importance was attached to them.