This person is truly formidable—the number one expert in the Money Gang beneath George Ogden, who once killed the fourth-ranked swordsman on the Weapon Ranking, Iron Sword Stephen Goodwin. His sword is unmatched in speed, strange and ruthless.

But to think that such a master is only rated two and a half stars, just average—then what kind of existence are those five-star characters?

The system explained, “The host is mistaken about one thing. Harold Jennings was able to kill Stephen Goodwin because at the time, Stephen Goodwin was testing his sword on himself and wasn’t using his full strength. Plus, George Ogden was present, which affected Stephen Goodwin’s state of mind.

Moreover, Harold Jennings’s sword style is highly personal. Aside from Harold Jennings himself, no one else can master it to one hundred percent proficiency, so the rating is reduced by half a star.

It’s just like John Lee’s flying daggers—only in John Lee’s hands are the Little Li Flying Daggers truly unfailing. If someone else gets the technique, they still can’t become another John Lee.”

“Alright, I accept that. Let’s do another beginner lottery draw.”

The lottery wheel spun again. Maybe it was the newcomer’s luck, but the beginner draw landed on a technique again. This time, a young, handsome Taoist appeared.

“Congratulations, host, you have drawn the character Peter Young, who comes with the technique ‘Quanzhen Sect Beginner Internal Skill’ and the martial art ‘Quanzhen Sect Beginner Sword Technique.’ The technique is rated half a star. The host can choose a random draw, or spend 5 villain points to select one.”

Edward Sutton was instantly speechless. He hadn’t expected to draw Peter Young, the one who once became a dragon knight.

To be honest, this person hadn’t done anything truly evil—he just became a dragon knight once, and now everyone wants to hunt him down, wishing they could tear him apart. Talk about bad luck.

But for Edward Sutton, the most frustrating part was that this guy came with two techniques. That ‘Quanzhen Sect Beginner Sword Technique’ was useless—he already had Harold Jennings’s fast sword, so what did he need this for?

The internal skill, though, was useful. After all, he was just an ordinary person right now and urgently needed an internal skill to strengthen his foundation.

Although he could spend villain points to choose, at the moment, Edward Sutton didn’t have a single villain point.

“Random draw, then.”

“Congratulations, host, you have successfully drawn one copy of ‘Quanzhen Sect Beginner Internal Skill.’”

Edward Sutton was stunned. Did he really have a luck aura?

With both the technique and martial art in hand, Edward Sutton asked, “What do I do if I want to leave now?”

The system replied, “The host just needs to silently think ‘leave’ in your mind. No matter how long the host spends inside the system, only an instant passes outside, so you don’t need to worry about your body being unattended.”

Edward Sutton silently thought ‘leave,’ and sure enough, his consciousness returned to his body.

Looking at Grace sleeping soundly beside him, still sucking on her finger, Edward Sutton swore he would never let this little sister suffer even the slightest grievance or hardship again.

Leaning against Grace Sutton, Edward Sutton also closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

He was still very weak, but because he had practiced the Quanzhen Sect Beginner Internal Skill, there was already a faint stream of energy circulating within him.

Taoist techniques are balanced and steady. Although the cultivation speed isn’t fast, they are well-rounded in every aspect. Even in his sleep, Edward Sutton could slowly recover his body.

Chapter Two: The Sword That Can Kill!

Early the next morning, Edward Sutton woke up early. Seeing Grace still sleeping beside him, he quietly covered her with a blanket.

Opening the rice jar and seeing only a dozen grains of rice inside, Edward Sutton couldn’t help but feel a pang in his heart.

Staggering out the door, Edward Sutton planned to find something to make a sword.

Now that he had Harold Jennings’s fast sword technique, he needed to have a sword of his own first.

Pushing open the door, the muddy street outside was full of filthy water, the low, dilapidated houses and numb passersby all showing that this was a slum.

A place so poor that even beggars didn’t want to come, yet it had a nice name—Changle Lane.

Of course, Changle Lane wasn’t always like this.

Changning Prefecture was once the capital of the Great Zhou, with forty-nine markets. Even Changle Lane, on the outskirts, was once a bustling area.

But ever since thirty years ago, when the illustrious Emperor Longwu, famed for his civil and military achievements, rose to power and turned Zhou from a small southern state into the vast Great Zhou that drove the former hegemon Jin into retreat, Changning Prefecture had declined.

After Emperor Longwu moved the capital, perhaps finding the old capital an eyesore, he simply demolished the imperial city and relocated ninety percent of the wealthy merchants and officials to the new capital, Shengjing. Changning Prefecture gradually fell into decay.

Edward Sutton found a piece of iron in the corner, about the length of an arm and three fingers wide, covered in rust. It used to be used to block the chicken coop, but ever since his mother died, his family hadn’t raised chickens.

He found two pieces of wood, sandwiched the iron between them, and wrapped it with hemp rope to make a sword hilt.

Then Edward Sutton found a whetstone and carefully ground off the rust, sharpening the iron into a blade.

At that moment, the door opened and Grace came out, rubbing her eyes and pouting, “Brother, what are you doing?”