Usually, he appeared carefree, always with a hint of a smile on his face. But if you thought he was easygoing, you’d be absolutely wrong. No, perhaps not entirely wrong—at least, when he was in a good mood, he was indeed very amiable. But if he was in a bad mood... then it was extremely, extremely, extremely bad.

Simply put, Andrew Walker was a thoroughly self-centered and arrogant person.

That arrogance ran deep, right down to his bones.

Even when facing the captain of the Yanhuang Special Police, he would often sit with his legs crossed, looking completely indifferent, which made others grit their teeth in frustration. Yet, there was nothing they could do about him, because his strength and his ability to get things done were unmatched. Many things that others couldn’t handle, or found extremely difficult, were as easy for him as picking up a snail with three fingers—every time, he was accurate and steady.

Now, Andrew Walker had suddenly arrived in this completely unfamiliar world, beginning a new life, and suddenly found himself surrounded by several family members. How could he not feel a bit emotional?

Abigail Abbott lowered her eyes and said softly, “First, the third young master was knocked unconscious, then the eldest young master broke his leg. Master hasn’t had a good night’s sleep these past few days—he’s lost weight…”

Andrew Walker was silent for a moment, then let out a gentle breath, a strange light flickering in his eyes. “I’m covered in sweat. Get some hot water ready so I can take a bath, then I’ll go see my big brother and father.”

Chapter 3: A Man Should Stand Tall

While inheriting the frail body of the former Andrew Walker, Andrew Walker also inherited all his memories, so he naturally knew everything about the Wu family.

There were only four people in the Wu family. The head of the family, Edward Walker, was just as his name suggested. Though he didn’t speak much, he was kind and harmonious. Even when dealing with tenant farmers who rented Wu family land or servants who worked for the family, he was always gentle and amiable, earning much respect. However, this very nature made other nobles think he was easy to bully. But as the person closest to Edward Walker, Andrew Walker knew that while Edward Walker was kind to others, he had his own principles deep down and was not just a pushover.

His eldest brother, Logan Walker, was bold and forthright, though a bit careless. He had practiced the Body Strengthening Technique since childhood, and at just twenty-one years old, he had already broken through to the rare sixth level of the Body Strengthening Realm, showing considerable talent. Edward Walker placed high hopes on him, wishing that one day he could reach the ninth level and become a true Spirit Practitioner.

His second sister, Rachel Lewis, was eighteen. The reason her surname wasn’t Wu was because she wasn’t Edward Walker’s biological daughter, but rather an adopted one. Edward Walker had met a blood-soaked middle-aged man while on business in another province, and after entrusting Rachel Lewis to him, the man died. That year, Rachel Lewis was six and Andrew Walker was four. Rachel Lewis only stayed with the Wu family for two years before an old man came to take her away. She never returned home after that, but every year during holidays, she would always send gifts and letters of greeting through others.

The last member was Andrew Walker himself. Because he was unable to practice the Body Strengthening Technique from birth, his body was frail. Fortunately, he was born into a noble family; otherwise, according to the empire’s iron law, anyone unable to practice the Body Strengthening Technique would automatically be demoted by one social rank. As it was, Andrew Walker, though born a noble, only had the status of a commoner. If his parents had been commoners, he would have been demoted another rank, becoming a slave with no human rights at all.

Having merged with the memories, Andrew Walker now understood why such a strange iron law existed. Perhaps it was due to the world’s environment—air quality and other factors—everyone had to practice the Body Strengthening Technique after birth. Only those who could practice it could live like normal people. Those who couldn’t would have weak bodies and much shorter lifespans. In this world where martial strength was everything, such people naturally had no rights.

Since waking up in this world, Andrew Walker had already conducted a thorough examination of his body and had some understanding of why Andrew Walker couldn’t practice the Body Strengthening Technique. Two of his meridians were withered, and his internal energy couldn’t flow smoothly—how could he possibly cultivate?

With meridians like these, no kind of cultivation would work. Andrew Walker considered whether he could try using the cultivation methods from his previous life to see if he could change his meridian problem. After all, in his previous life, he had known dozens of cultivation techniques.

But what puzzled Andrew Walker was that, right after he had just possessed this body, when facing Grace Warren’s attack, he had suddenly thrown a punch, and the sudden surge of energy—what was that all about?

And that strange bronze four-legged cauldron pattern—how had it so bizarrely disappeared into his skin...

What was the connection between all these things?

While Andrew Walker was deep in thought, Abigail Abbott had already prepared hot water outside. She poked her head in at the door and said timidly, “Third young master, the hot water is ready…”

Andrew Walker snapped out of his thoughts, smiled, and nodded. “Alright, thank you for your trouble.”

Abigail Abbott was startled and quickly said, “Third young master, please don’t say that. It’s what Bi’er should do.”