"I was wrong, I was blind. This house, please accept it." Charles Thompson, eager to resolve the matter quickly, nodded aggrievedly.

Brother Andrew Carter and the other two cheered inwardly with satisfaction!

"As long as you know your mistake. Remember, don't bite people at random next time! Especially when you see The Carter Family, you need to know how to wag your tail! Alright, this house is still yours. I have other matters to attend to, I'm leaving." William Carter snorted and strode away, leaving behind a furious Second Young Master Thompson grinding his teeth.

"Young Master Carter, you are so 'generous'!" someone praised loudly.

"That's the difference!"

"Heh, you did well, kid. That opening shot was loud, and you even earned the title of 'Little Divine Constable.' You truly are my son, Edward Carter." As soon as he got home, Edward Carter gave William Carter an overly enthusiastic punch, knocking William Carter flat to the ground.

"Father, that pervert is very strong. Catching him won't be easy." After getting up, William Carter's face turned serious.

"Very strong? I thought he was just good at lightness skills." Edward Carter was taken aback.

"Very strong, maybe about as strong as you." William Carter shook his head.

"I see. Then, July... why don't we just quit?" Edward Carter thought for a moment and said.

"That's impossible, Father, look!" William Carter exerted his strength, his muscles rippling, blood and energy surging under his skin. He stomped down hard, and with a crack, the hard blue floor tile shattered beneath his foot.

"Sigh..." Edward Carter showed not the slightest joy, his brows furrowed tightly. After a long moment, he said, "July, come with me."

William Carter didn't ask questions and followed his father, though he was very curious inside.

Soon, a long-sealed wooden door was opened.

William Carter knew this was his mother Grace Reed's study.

"It's been over ten years since it was last opened, and it's still the same." Edward Carter sighed, lingering with some sadness at a bookshelf. He pulled out a copy of "Record of the Red Thread," a book as famous in Chu as "Dream of the Red Chamber" was in his previous life.

However, this was clearly a collector's edition, woodblock printed.

Back then, this edition was driven up to sky-high prices, costing a hundred taels of silver per copy—enough to support a small family for a year.

Father lit the charcoal stove used for heating in winter. William Carter was puzzled—why light a fire in the middle of summer?

Father was definitely no fool, so William Carter stayed silent and watched as Edward Carter threw the entire book into the charcoal stove. Soon, the fire burned even brighter.

Only then did William Carter discover the secret: hidden inside the woodblock edition were several thin blades.

Each blade was as wide as a pinky, curved like a willow leaf, eight in total.

"This is called the 'Eight Extremes Heavenly Demon Slash,' made up of eight Heavenly Demon Blades.

They can be assembled or separated. When combined, they form a powerful slashing blade; when taken apart, they can be hidden in the palm and used as concealed weapons.

Worn on the finger, they look like a ring and can cut through iron like mud.

Your mother said its sharpness already surpasses my Dragon Spring Sword."

Edward Carter picked up a blade and lightly tossed it onto a stool. Instantly, it sank completely into the thick wooden stool.

"Father, your Dragon Spring Sword is already the pinnacle of mortal weapons. Could this 'Eight Extremes Heavenly Demon Slash' be a legendary spirit weapon?" William Carter was shocked.

What surprised him wasn't the spirit weapon itself, but that his mother actually possessed such a rare item.

After all, there wasn't a single spirit weapon in all of Tianyang County.

Even in Haian City, spirit weapons were high-end treasures.

"Probably," Edward Carter nodded, glanced at his son, and said, "I know you have a lot of questions for me, but I won't answer them.

Just know, even if you have a spirit weapon, if you face a strong opponent like me, you don't stand a chance.

So, don't harbor any illusions.

Of course, the element of surprise can still be effective."

"This blade is so tough, and it feels warm rather than cold to the touch. It doesn't seem to be made of refined steel?" William Carter bent one of the blades into a ring the size of two fingers and played with it.

He found its flexibility astonishing—after bending it so much, not a single mark was left. Even iron wire would show scratches after a few bends.

"No, it's said to be made from a special kind of bone." Edward Carter replied, then tore a dozen pages from three books.

"Pick out all the characters marked with a red line, find the best arrangement, and read them smoothly. Whether you can comprehend it depends on your own fortune."

After saying this, Edward Carter turned and left, but at the door, he turned back, his face grave. "Memorize it and burn it immediately. Only you and I know about this. Otherwise... forget it, that's all."

Mother definitely had a big secret. William Carter thought to himself and began arranging the characters.

He tried over a hundred combinations, but they all sounded awkward.

Finally, he opened his third eye, and with the "Great Freedom Causal Eye," he arranged them in just a few moments—Heaven and Earth at Your Fingertips.

This seemed to be a sword manual, with only three moves.

First move: A flick of the finger, the cloud dragon transforms.

Second move: A wave of the hand, a sky full of red.

Third move: Heaven and earth annihilated.