Although, through the Sword Soul Path, Henry Thompson knew that this sword, strictly speaking, was far inferior even to the lowest quality flying sword.

Returning to the library, Henry Thompson felt a trace of unease welling up in his heart.

This time, Alice Thompson left in a hurry, which also indicated one thing: Alice Thompson would definitely go back and inform The Thompson Family of everything that happened here.

In this way, Henry Thompson realized that the secret of his understanding of swordsmanship would soon be revealed to the world.

In fact, given Henry Thompson's state of mind, he even felt a bit of anticipation about The Thompson Family discovering such a secret.

Would his parents' gaze be one of surprise, relief, or excitement? Or perhaps, none of these?

Henry Thompson couldn't guess, but judging from the matter with David Thompson, where a wicked servant could serve as the steward in the Tianshui Manor, this gave him something to ponder.

In the martial world, everything is determined by strength, even within The Thompson Family!

Killing David Thompson did not worry Henry Thompson at all; on the contrary, what he worried about was whether he would be accepted by his family!

Strictly speaking, none of this had much impact on Henry Thompson. Whether he was accepted or not, from the moment he left home, that feeling had already begun to fade. Only when he recalled Jiang Xinmei's extremely loving gaze would that indifference gradually melt away.

He was certain that his mother loved him.

His thoughts were always a bit chaotic. Henry Thompson sat cross-legged on the bed, exhaled a turbid breath, sighed softly, and began to meditate.

Tonight would be another sleepless night.

The next morning, the weather was somewhat gloomy. Before the start of summer, there was already a refreshing chill in the wind.

The ground was damp, and occasionally some withered leaves, blown by the wind, fluttered everywhere.

Throughout the world, the sunlight was dim and gloomy. It was already around eight in the morning, yet it still felt like dawn. Thick, dark clouds pressed down from the sky, and waves of cold made Henry Thompson feel a bit suffocated.

It was a feeling of suffocation, as if great pain or death was approaching.

His heart trembled silently, his blood seemed to flow faster, and his left eyelid twitched involuntarily.

Henry Thompson didn't know what this meant or foretold, but at this moment, he truly feared nothing.

Although he cherished life and his own body, having died once already, Henry Thompson no longer felt afraid of death.

Death, to him, was not frightening!

"It's going to rain." Henry Thompson opened the window, feeling the chill pierce his body. Staring into the distance, he muttered to himself.

In the morning, it really did start to drizzle, and Henry Thompson did not go out, but practiced swordsmanship in the pavilion.

He knew well that strength was everything, so he trained with extreme rigor, pushing himself to a terrifying degree!

Based on several previous encounters, Henry Thompson knew that his level was around the peak of a third-rate expert, still a notch below a second-rate expert. However, if it came to close combat, with his mastery of the Sword Soul Path and his skill with the sword, he still had some chance even against a second-rate expert.

Having died once, Henry Thompson deeply understood the principle of "nothing is unbreakable, only speed is unbeatable," so he focused especially on speed, repeating the same sword control movements over and over, striving for the fastest, most precise, and most effortless execution.

Under such demands, as he trained, Henry Thompson became completely absorbed in it.

Time passed, and night fell once again.

A cold wind rose, and the gale began to howl. At the beginning of summer, there was even a sign of snow.

Frowning slightly, after eating the meal delivered by the maid Emily Thompson, Henry Thompson immediately returned to the pavilion to continue his training, without the slightest delay.

Entering his room, gathering a surge of true energy, Henry Thompson immediately vomited out all the food he had just eaten.

Almost completely intact, all of it was expelled from his throat. Henry Thompson then took a silver needle from his sleeve and inserted it into the food for testing. After a moment, the needle turned black.

"As expected, it's poisoned!"

Henry Thompson was startled, but remained silent. He immediately brewed a strong cup of tea, rinsed his mouth and throat, and spat it all out.

Glancing at the 'trash bin' outside the pavilion used for miscellaneous items, Henry Thompson disposed of everything there.

Returning to the study, Henry Thompson's expression finally darkened.

Today, everything seemed a bit strange. At noon, when Julia Thompson and Helen Thompson brought his meal, Henry Thompson ate in the same way, but as soon as the food entered his mouth, he wrapped it with internal energy, crushed it, and swallowed it. In front of the two maids, he ate some of the food.

Afterwards, upon testing, there were no toxins, so he finished the rest of the meal with peace of mind.

But for dinner, when Emily Thompson came and he noticed her expression seemed a bit off, Henry Thompson immediately suspected something was amiss.

When he was still considered useless, Henry Thompson didn't need to guard against such things, but now things were different. Ever since revealing his strength, Henry Thompson had become extremely cautious.