Andrew Walker walked out slowly, and as he passed by the Walker Estate training ground, he happened to see his eldest brother Logan Walker practicing there, shirtless and sweating profusely. A huge stone lock was being tossed into the air with one hand by him, then casually caught, and thrown up again, over and over. That stone lock, weighing at least seventy or eighty kilograms, seemed like a toy in Logan Walker's hand.

Just as Logan Walker was practicing with great enthusiasm, he sensed someone approaching nearby. Taking advantage of the moment when he tossed the stone lock into the air, he turned his head for a glance. When he saw Andrew Walker standing on the training ground, Logan Walker was instantly stunned, his mouth gaping open, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Because Logan Walker was distracted, the seventy or eighty kilogram stone lock reached its peak in the air and then plummeted down, heading straight for Logan Walker's head as he stood there in a daze.

Andrew Walker frowned. It was probably too late to warn Logan Walker now. With a burst of strength from his feet, Andrew Walker's body shot out like an arrow, instantly arriving behind Logan Walker. With a push from both feet, he leapt up into the air.

Just as Andrew Walker leapt up, the stone lock came crashing down with a gust of wind. Andrew Walker adjusted his body in midair and delivered a flying kick, landing squarely on the falling stone lock.

With a crisp "pa" sound, the seventy or eighty kilogram stone lock, falling at high speed, was kicked by Andrew Walker and shot out horizontally, flying four or five meters before landing on the ground with a dull thud.

Andrew Walker landed lightly on the ground. Looking at the stone lock that had flown out, he felt a bit strange inside—this long-lost feeling of controlling power... it was really wonderful.

The loud crash snapped Logan Walker out of his daze. Only then did Logan Walker remember that he had just thrown the stone lock into the air. If Andrew Walker hadn't kicked it away, it probably would have smashed right into his head. Even though he had reached the sixth level of body strengthening, he would likely have ended up with a bloody head and serious injuries.

Thinking about his moment of distraction, Logan Walker couldn't help but feel a wave of fear, cold sweat breaking out on his back...

"Elder brother, how can you let your mind wander while cultivating..." Andrew Walker's slightly reproachful voice sounded softly. Logan Walker's gaze shifted from the stone lock embedded in the training ground back to Andrew Walker, staring at him in shock and asking, "Aotian... that kick just now, was that really you? How did you become like a different person?"

Andrew Walker knew that Logan Walker was shocked by the changes in his body and that fierce kick. He laughed heartily and said, "Of course it was me. Do you think it would turn on its own?"

Touching his own face, Andrew Walker looked at Logan Walker with a bit of pride: "Doesn't my skin look fairer now, and even more handsome..."

Logan Walker stared hard at Andrew Walker's face, his gaze strange. After a long while, he finally spoke: "My goodness, it's only been a month since I last saw you, and it's like you're a whole new person. You're glowing all over, your skin is not only fairer but seems even more radiant and elastic. I bet even those women's skin can't compare to yours... Father said you were cultivating, and judging by that kick just now, have you really succeeded in your training?"

Andrew Walker nodded affirmatively: "Yes, the two atrophied meridians in my body have fully recovered. I'm now a cultivator. Given time, I will definitely become a spiritual practitioner!"

Logan Walker's eyes lit up as he excitedly patted Andrew Walker's arm and said, "Good lad, I knew it! If you hadn't succeeded in your training, how could you have kicked that seventy or eighty kilogram iron lock so far? It looks like you're already beyond the first level of body strengthening. What exactly happened to you? How did you change so much in just one month?"

Andrew Walker shook his head and looked at Logan Walker with a gentle smile: "If I told you that when I was unconscious, a master appeared in my dreams and guided me, would you believe it?"

"A master?" Logan Walker was taken aback, looking at Andrew Walker in disbelief, but then said firmly, "I believe you. As long as you say it, I believe it."

Logan Walker's unwavering trust made Andrew Walker quite happy. He said softly, "I did have some strange encounters while I was unconscious, but for certain reasons, I can't tell you about them... You won't blame me, will you?"

As for the matter of the Eight Desolations Spirit Gathering Cauldron, Andrew Walker naturally couldn't tell anyone else. Still, he didn't want to deceive the people of the The Walker Family too much, so he found a reasonable explanation and made it clear that he couldn't share the details of his encounter, hoping they would understand.

Logan Walker showed no displeasure at all. Instead, he nodded excitedly and said, "That doesn't matter. Why would we blame you... I can see that your whole body is brimming with strength. You even crossed such a distance in such a short time and kicked the stone lock away in one move. Judging by your speed and power, you must have reached at least the third or even fourth level of body strengthening..."

Andrew Walker shook his head and smiled: "I really don't know what level I'm at now. After all, it still needs to be assessed to find out..."