There’s one thing you must understand! Right now, your identity is the eldest young master of the The Thompson Family, Edward Thompson, not my son! Even though you’re already an adult, even twenty years old, since the family hasn’t approved a marriage alliance, it means the next clan leader hasn’t been officially decided yet. Originally, your performance made you very hopeful, but now, a genius has appeared in the The Thompson Family, and your position, the future seat of The Thompson Patriarch, I’m afraid, is no longer secure!”

“Hmph, as for the The Thompson Family, William Thompson’s strength and talent are not outstanding at all—how could he compare to me? As for Grace Thompson and Lily Thompson, they’re only eleven or twelve, and they’re girls, so they’re even less qualified to compete with me. And that Henry Thompson, hmph, that damned good-for-nothing, just being alive is a disgrace to our clan—he should have died long ago, what could he possibly do!” the man in black said coldly and disdainfully.

“Fool! What do you know! This Henry Thompson is not as simple as you think!” Mark Thompson shouted angrily, though his voice was also very low.

“Hmph!” With a muffled snort, the man in black said, “That naturally crippled waste, back then, the five elders and the clan leader tested him together—how could it be fake? If someone like that could compete with me for the clan leader’s seat, then I’d have nothing more to say. This The Thompson Family would deserve to fall!”

“Unfilial son! With such arrogance, how can you have the bearing of a clan leader?! Even if your opponent is as insignificant as an ant, respecting your opponent is respecting yourself! Sometimes, a beggar could be a martial arts senior or a master of the sacred domain! You’re just too young and impetuous!” Mark Thompson reprimanded, though by the end, his tone was not as harsh.

Seeing Edward Thompson struggle for a moment but stubbornly not retort, Mark Thompson knew that Edward Thompson surely didn’t like these words. Immediately, Mark Thompson spoke in a deep voice again: “This Henry Thompson, I heard from Alice Thompson that at Tianshui Manor, he killed David Thompson in a single move—his strength is comparable to a top-tier second-rate expert. It seems he’s solved the problem of being a naturally crippled waste!”

Edward Thompson’s whole body trembled, his eyes flashing with surprise: “What? Killed David Thompson in one move?”

“Shh—keep your damn voice down! Be careful, walls have ears!” Mark Thompson cursed viciously, lowering his voice, “Given Alice Thompson’s character, this is almost certainly true. And with David Thompson dead, the news from Emily Thompson matches exactly.”

Edward Thompson’s pupils shrank sharply. Suddenly, a vicious gleam flashed in his eyes: “So, this person really must—” He made a ruthless slashing gesture, and a look of cruelty also flashed in Mark Thompson’s eyes.

“Mm, right, this Henry Thompson—to reach this level in five years, he must have discovered some incredible secret technique. We must get our hands on it. In the generation of our ancestor Charles Thompson, it’s said he defeated all the heroes under heaven, rarely meeting an equal. Back then, the The Thompson Family held a status in the martial world like that of a martial saint!

I suppose, if not for such a cultivation method, what other technique could have such miraculous effects, even allowing someone born crippled to become a martial arts prodigy!” Mark Thompson lowered his voice again, speaking gravely.

Edward Thompson’s eyes also lit up, and he said in a low voice, “This person, as long as he has the technique alive, we probably can’t kill him for now. Of course, once we get the technique, we’ll kill him immediately. If we can’t get it, we’ll use that rosemary, then torture him to force him to reveal the technique.”

“Mm, of course. But this matter must never get out. Otherwise, the The Thompson Family could be attacked by everyone at any time. Cultivation methods are rare, and powerful techniques are even rarer. The martial world is full of bloodshed—right now, the The Thompson Family can’t afford to get involved!

If the The Thompson Family is finished, we’ll be finished too. Now, the Tang Clan is friendly with us only because they covet our The Thompson Family’s techniques!” Mark Thompson said coldly.

Edward Thompson nodded and said, “Don’t worry, father, I know what I’m doing. Hmph, they’re using us, but aren’t we using them too? When the time comes, let them try to steal the chicken and end up losing the rice! Whatever they eat, they’ll spit out a hundredfold!”

“Mm, that’s good. Go take care of this quickly. If you can’t get the technique, don’t let anyone else have it—kill him!” Mark Thompson said viciously.

Edward Thompson nodded fiercely, a sharp murderous intent flashing in his eyes. He pulled up a black mask to cover the lower half of his face, pushed off with his feet, and leapt straight out the window, instantly disappearing into the night.

As for Mark Thompson, he watched the man slip away, waited outside for quite a while, and only when everything was still did he let out a deep, heavy breath.

“Five years, and he killed a second-rate expert like David Thompson in one move—such strength, he’s hidden it well! If I didn’t know he was definitely born crippled, I’d think he’d been cultivating for over a decade!

Five years, and he’s reached the peak of second-rate experts—this technique, I must have it!”

Mark Thompson’s voice was tinged with malice, his gaze fixed on the night sky where Edward Thompson had disappeared, exuding a chilling, bone-piercing murderous aura.

The night grew even darker. Outside the window, the wind began to rise—a harsh, cold northern wind.

The north wind howled, the temperature dropped sharply, and it seemed the night had grown colder.

Chapter 011: Wind and Snowy Night, the Assassin Appears

Looking at the mysterious iron sword in his hand, Henry Thompson preferred to call this sword a flying sword.