Knock, knock, knock!

Footsteps sounded as Samuel Thompson rushed over.

“What are you doing!”

Seeing Samuel Thompson walking toward the monster, Baldy Wood immediately reached out to block him. If the monster wasn’t completely dead, it would be dangerous.

“I just want to take a look.”

Realizing he was being stopped, Samuel Thompson snapped back to his senses.

This guy was probably the transformed version of the undershirt man. A perfectly normal person turned into a monster—he wondered if there was any demon blood to absorb.

He had tried human blood before, but it didn’t work.

“Be careful.”

Baldy Wood stepped forward, kicked the monster, and stabbed at its chest with his knife a few times before letting Samuel Thompson approach.

Looking at the monster on the ground, it no longer resembled a human at all—green-faced, fanged, covered in fur and scales.

After hesitating for a moment, Samuel Thompson bent down and touched the wound.

There’s something here!

The bronze coffin absorbed demon blood, but didn’t directly suck the body dry; after absorption, it didn’t destroy the corpse.

Closing his eyes slightly, he sensed a drop of precious blood rolling on the bronze coffin, emitting a faint golden glow.

The undershirt man, after turning into a monster, couldn’t compare to a powerhouse like Baldy Wood at the Ten-Thousand-Jin Realm, but at the very least, he was a strong Thousand-Jin Realm fighter.

Stone-Splitting, Mountain-Opening, Thousand-Jin—there was a gap of two major realms.

Demon blood of the Thousand-Jin Realm!

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Samuel Thompson’s mouth. This was a huge gain.

“What are you doing?”

Seeing Samuel Thompson staring blankly while touching the knife wound, Baldy Wood asked in confusion.

“Trying to learn my knife skills?”

“Oh, I was just wondering why he turned into a monster. If that’s the case, how can we confirm his identity?”

Snapping back, Samuel Thompson casually made up an excuse.

“After transforming, he had Ten-Thousand-Jin Realm combat power. That’s top-tier even in Jiangbei. Even if we can’t confirm his identity, at least we’ve taken down a Blood God Cult expert.”

Baldy Wood said matter-of-factly, “You really are a lucky star. You actually lured out a big fish.”

“Squad leader, all Blood God Cult members in the port area have been cleared out. The Internal Affairs Department’s inspection team has arrived.”

After hearing the report, Baldy Wood suddenly pressed his hand to his chest.

“Hey~ Samuel, help me out here. That monster was tough—I’m injured.”

Seeing Baldy Wood suddenly wilt, Samuel Thompson was momentarily stunned.

“What are you standing there for? Hurry up and help me back to the outpost. Go tell the deputy squad leader to handle the aftermath. Also, don’t neglect the inspection team—make sure we get full credit for our work.”

After saying this, Baldy Wood winked at Samuel Thompson.

“Come on, let’s go, trouble’s coming.”

Walking through the ruins, Samuel Thompson saw a few panicked eyes peeking out from a slightly open window.

“Hey, Old Bear, you’re still alive, huh.”

Passing a street corner, on the bloodstained steps, an old man with a bare torso was puffing on a dry tobacco pipe, a massive, blood-dripping ghost-head broadsword leaning beside him.

Brave Bear glanced at Baldy Wood, gave a contemptuous smile, and said, “Brute.”

Feeling awkward, Baldy Wood didn’t dare get angry and hurried past.

“That old man is a seventh-generation veteran. Back in the day, he fought bloody battles at Shanhaiguan. Three thousand broadsword fighters held off the demon beasts for a whole day—he’s the only one left... If you want to learn the blade, bring him some tobacco and a couple of dishes and ask him to teach you.”

“The Po Jun Blade...

In short, he’s really strong...”...

“Want to learn the blade?”

Before they’d gone far, the old man’s voice rang out.

“I can go back by myself. Old Bear is getting on in years—he really does need someone to look after him.”

Baldy Wood reacted quickly, then said, “I’ll give you time off. Go and learn well.”

In the blink of an eye, Baldy Wood no longer needed support and disappeared in a flash, leaving Samuel Thompson standing there in a daze.

The old man sat on the steps, puffing on his dry tobacco pipe, his eyes sizing up Samuel Thompson.

“Want to learn the blade from me?”

Old Man Bear asked again.

“Yes, please, elder, teach me.”

Approaching the old man, Samuel Thompson bowed respectfully.

A seventh-generation veteran, still alive now—he had to be at least over 130 years old.

Taking a deep drag on his pipe, the old man squinted and asked, “Are you still a virgin?”

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Chapter 7: The Second Function of the Bronze Coffin

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Just one sentence.

Samuel Thompson was completely dumbfounded by the question from the centenarian.

What did that mean?

Was it about virgin cultivation?

A virgin.

To be honest, he was.

Not only now, but in his previous life as well.

A double virgin—evil-repelling content 200%.

This really wasn’t something to brag about, okay?

At that moment, the old man glanced at him sideways and said contemptuously, “Women will only slow down your blade-drawing speed.”

“Well... I’m still... for now...

In the future...” “Alright, help me up.”

Samuel Thompson quickly walked over and helped the old man up.

“What kind of blade techniques have you learned before?”

Old Man Bear picked up his ghost-head broadsword and walked toward the room.

“Just practiced the basic blade techniques.”

“Come with me.”

Inside the room, the furnishings were simple. Many blade racks were nailed to the walls, each holding a variety of different blades.