In fact, Brian Clark really wanted to ask this question, but considering it might damage the bond between senior sister and junior brother—mainly, it might damage his own body—he decisively kept it to himself and cautiously asked, “Senior Sister White, that injured sect leader, could it be your master?”

“No, that’s the sect leader uncle, there’s some misunderstanding between him and Uncle Grant.”

James White turned her head: “As for my master… she is the sect leader’s wife.”

Brian Clark: “……”

Got it, the relationship isn’t complicated.

Besides, with this connection, his plan to freeload experience at Lingxiao Sword Sect was a bust.

Chapter 3: No Need for Three Hundred, A Woman at Thirty Can Gift Immortal Pills

As the saying goes: Childhood sweethearts often lose to the underdog, and this suffering has lasted too long.

Henry Grant, as the youngest disciple, blessed with a halo and maxed-out buffs, still failed to win over his senior sister—truly a failure.

Negative example of the “fall-from-the-sky” trope +1.

Brian Clark muttered in his heart about his cheap master’s incompetence. If only he’d been more capable back then—defeated his senior brother, seized both the sect leader’s position and the senior sister—then what Brian Clark inherited wouldn’t be the “outstanding people and blessed land” Yuhua Sect, but Lingxiao Sword Sect.

Brian Clark knew nothing about Lingxiao Sword Sect—not how many people, how much land, how many senior sisters were waiting to be married, or how many senior brothers stayed out all night—but he had great confidence in Yuhua Sect: it was one of the worst in the world.

Guarding this mountain gate was far worse than freeloading experience at Lingxiao Sword Sect.

True, he could now cling to James White’s thigh to get through the newbie phase, but what about later? He couldn’t expect James White to support him for life!

Thinking of this, Brian Clark racked his brains but couldn’t figure out his senior sister. From James White’s words, it seemed Henry Grant had indeed once gravely injured his own sect leader senior brother. Whether it was accidental or with full effort, at least in terms of strength, the junior brother was stronger than the senior brother.

So here’s the question: with such overwhelming advantage, why did Henry Grant lose the senior sister?

“Wait, maybe he didn’t lose.”

Brian Clark narrowed his eyes, noticing something off. Henry Grant hadn’t returned to Lingxiao Sword Sect for years, yet could summon James White with a single message, and James White held great expectations for Henry Grant’s last words, as if some unnamed sect leader’s wife had given special instructions.

Sure enough, the relationship isn’t complicated.

“Junior Brother Clark, what do you mean by ‘lost’?” Seeing Brian Clark deep in thought, James White asked.

“Nothing, just rambling. People get lonely and talk nonsense sometimes, please forgive me, Senior Sister White.” Brian Clark brushed it off, then changed the subject: “Where is Lingxiao Sword Sect? Senior Sister White, you’ve come a long way, it must have been hard.”

“Lingxiao Sword Sect is in Yuezhou, east of Ningzhou, spanning seven counties…”

Seeing that Brian Clark didn’t pry into the elders’ gossip, James White was a bit disappointed, but still gave him a brief introduction to Henry Grant’s home sect, Lingxiao Sword Sect.

“So it’s Yuezhou.”

Brian Clark nodded repeatedly. He knew nothing about Lingxiao Sword Sect, but had heard of Yuezhou.

Yuezhou is at the easternmost border of Wu Zhou, bordering a neighboring country. In version 2.0, when the national war broke out, Yuezhou bore the brunt and became one of the main battlefields. Of the local cultivation sects, barely one in ten survived; cultivators either died or fled.

By version 3.0, the spiritual mountains and veins of Yuezhou were seized by major guilds. After a wave of fierce competition, the few remaining NPC cultivators packed up and left.

From then on, whether Yuezhou was chaotic or not was up to the players.

The time when Brian Clark was doing tasks for his boss was right at the start of version 3.0. He’d long heard of Yuezhou, but, intimidated by the fierce competition, had only watched from afar and never played there.

Now, Brian Clark could pretty much guess the fate of Lingxiao Sword Sect: either destroyed in the national war or squeezed out by players. Since he started playing from version 3.0 and had never heard of Lingxiao Sword Sect, it was no surprise.

After chatting about Lingxiao Sword Sect, James White also introduced Yuezhou a bit. Seeing Brian Clark uninterested, she simply stopped talking.

Brian Clark didn’t mention going to Lingxiao Sword Sect, and James White didn’t bring up taking Henry Grant’s ashes back. Neither of them had the authority to decide; it was up to the sect leader.

Considering the sect leader had once been gravely injured by Henry Grant, and that his wife and Henry Grant had a long, ambiguous history, the sect leader would probably smile and say all was forgiven, then secretly send someone to scatter Henry Grant’s ashes.

And very likely, that person would be him.

“Junior Brother Clark, did Uncle Grant leave any belongings?”

“There’s a storage pouch, with the Yuhua Sect leader’s seal inside, but I can’t open it.” Brian Clark took out the pouch. Other than that, he hid nothing.

Judging by the current situation, James White and the sect leader’s wife were on his side—they were his own people, trustworthy.

James White nodded, took the pouch, and retrieved the sect leader’s seal, land deed, and official documents. The seal was a palm-sized, simple token, with the demon script for “Yuhua” carved on the front and a bird motif on the back. It looked utterly ordinary, nothing special.

James White put away the sect leader’s token, then took out a bag of steamed buns and some cooked food wrapped in lotus leaves from the pouch, handing them to Brian Clark: “Uncle Grant passed the position to you in a hurry, so there was no time to register with the Huangji Sect. I’ll handle this. The sooner the better. It’s still early, so if I leave now, I can be back by tonight.”

Brian Clark suddenly understood. No wonder his wealth and faction were blank—it was because the official stamp hadn’t been applied.