Moreover, now Andrew Walker also possesses this mysterious and unfathomable Eight Desolations Spirit-Gathering Cauldron!

As for the function of the Eight Desolations Spirit-Gathering Cauldron, Andrew Walker is still not entirely sure, but he firmly believes that this cauldron will definitely have powerful uses, far more than just using that ball of spiritual flame to temper the body. As for the rest, Andrew Walker will have to explore them on his own.

“Maybe it was this fight that made me realize—not everything can be solved by forbearance. When dealing with enemies, you have to use even stronger means, make them fear you, make them tremble. Only then will they truly be afraid of you!”

Logan Walker stared wide-eyed at Andrew Walker, looking as if he had seen a ghost. But soon, Logan Walker happily patted Andrew Walker on the shoulder. “Good, Third Brother, well said! If only you could cultivate, that would be perfect. Sigh…”

Andrew Walker supported the one-legged Logan Walker, and said with a gentle smile, “Things will work out, Big Brother. You should sit down first, don’t hurt your leg.”

Logan Walker looked at the unconcerned Andrew Walker, sighed softly again, and then sat down by the bed. “Can a man really be stifled to death by his own urine? Even if you can’t practice the Body-Strengthening Technique, you can still achieve fame and success. Throughout history, haven’t there been many people who, though unable to cultivate, still became famous and known throughout the world?”

Andrew Walker was taken aback for a moment, knowing that Logan Walker was trying to comfort him. This feeling of being cared for made a warmth well up in Andrew Walker’s heart.

“Knock, knock, knock…”

A series of urgent knocks interrupted their conversation. Andrew Walker frowned, turned, and opened the door.

Standing outside was Abigail Abbott.

There was a hint of panic on Abigail Abbott’s face. Looking at Andrew Walker standing at the door, Abigail Abbott said anxiously, “Young master, someone from the Wan family has come.”

Andrew Walker’s brows rose slightly, like two flying daggers about to shoot out.

“What are they here for?”

There was a trace of panic on Abigail Abbott’s face. “The Songyun Qi family came with them too, acting all arrogant. I think they’re here to cause trouble…”

Before Andrew Walker could speak, Logan Walker at the bedside had already slammed his palm heavily on the bed’s edge and shouted angrily, “This is outrageous! The Qi family may be an eighth-rank noble, but they’re in cahoots with the Wan family. Now they’ve come to our door—are they bullying us because the Wu family has no one?”

Hopping on one foot, he suddenly jumped off the bed and was about to head out the door. “I want to see what exactly they want. If they piss me off, I don’t care what eighth-rank noble they are—I’ll slap them to death!”

Seeing Logan Walker limping on one foot, Andrew Walker quickly stopped him. “Big Brother, your leg is injured, it’s not convenient for you to move. You should stay here and rest. I’ll go take a look.”

Logan Walker paused, looking at Andrew Walker with some concern. “Third Brother, aren’t you injured too? Besides, that old man from the Qi family is no pushover. You’re not one for confrontation—let me go instead.”

Hearing Logan Walker’s assessment of him, Andrew Walker felt a touch of warmth in his heart. Though this big brother was rough, he really cared about his younger brother. Saying he “doesn’t like confrontation” was already putting it mildly. The real Andrew Walker, unable to cultivate, had become quite withdrawn and timid.

“Big Brother, I’m not going to fight. Don’t worry. After what happened this time, I’ve thought things through.” Andrew Walker stopped the hopping Logan Walker. “Isn’t Father still here? I’m just going to check out the situation. Besides, if you go hopping over there, won’t you just become a laughingstock?”

Reminded like this, Logan Walker immediately saw the sense in it. He had led people to fight with the Wan family and got his leg broken. If they saw him now, even if they didn’t laugh out loud, they’d be secretly delighted and mock him behind his back.

“All right, Third Brother, go and see what those two old bastards are up to.”

Logan Walker sat back down on the bed, slapping the edge again in frustration and cursing, “Damn it, when I’ve finished cultivating, I’ll deal with those two old bastards myself!”

Listening to the foul-mouthed Logan Walker, Andrew Walker couldn’t help but find it funny. Born into a noble family, how did Logan Walker end up with such a personality? Being rough was one thing, but he also swore all the time—truly odd.

Closing the door, Andrew Walker took a deep breath and waved to Abigail Abbott, “Let’s go, let’s have a look.”

Arriving at the Wu family’s main hall, Andrew Walker didn’t rush in, but stood outside the side door, quietly observing the situation inside and listening carefully to what was being said.

In the Wu family’s main hall, in the seat usually reserved for the family head, sat a rather small and thin old man. He wore a brocade robe with a jade belt, a jade pendant hanging from his waist, and an air of arrogance and domineering that could not be concealed.

Andrew Walker only needed a glance to recognize this old man as Thomas Quinn, the head of the Qi family—one of the two eighth-rank noble families in Songyun City. Thomas Quinn was holding a teacup, sipping his tea with a gloomy expression.

Edward Walker, Andrew Walker’s father, sat in a lower seat, his face barely able to contain his anger, eyes fixed on a man in his fifties sitting opposite.