Being able to mix with the Second Senior Brother, naturally, one has experienced such things many times. Laura Grant let out a cold snort, nodded at the somewhat bewildered Henry Carter, and thought to herself, What an idiot! In a flash, she darted off in a certain direction.

Watching Laura Grant's departing figure, a faint smile appeared at the corner of Henry Carter's mouth.

Inside the cave where Henry Carter lived, there was still not a single person. After hastily tidying up the cave, he took out the Blood Condensation Manual bestowed by Xuemingzi. This Blood Condensation Manual was very thin; though called a book, it was only a few pages.

“The essence of blood is the foundation of the body; with the method of condensing blood, longevity is within reach…” Reading these opening words, Henry Carter's heart trembled, thinking to himself that the reputation of this Blood Condensation Manual was truly extraordinary.

After steadying his mind again, Henry Carter looked back at the manual. As he turned page after page, Henry Carter's expression kept changing. Though he was literate, he found this Blood Condensation Manual in his hands extremely obscure and difficult to understand.

Condensing one's own blood energy, and through this, strengthening the body—how could this be so different from the Qi cultivation method of the Python Ox? Even though Henry Carter seemed to have grasped some of the basics, he was still puzzled.

“Bang!” The door was slammed open, and Eric Bennett came in, supporting the limp and collapsed James Turner.

“Kid, are you blind? Aren't you going to come over and help me?” Seeing Henry Carter sitting there motionless, Eric Bennett was even more furious and shouted angrily.

Seeing James Turner in this state, Henry Carter immediately understood what had happened. However, he concealed his secret amusement and put on a look of surprise, saying, “Senior Brother Bennett, what happened to Senior Brother Wright? He was fine just now—how did he end up like this?”

Eric Bennett was about to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he replied offhandedly, “Senior Brother Wright is fine, he just accidentally walked into a big tree! It's just a minor injury.”

A fifth-rank expert knocked out by a tree—Eric Bennett's mind was truly something else. Henry Carter quickly helped Eric Bennett get James Turner onto the bed.

Once everything was settled, Henry Carter was driven out by Eric Bennett. Or rather, he was relocated—to a cave ten times shabbier than the previous one, a dark cave originally used for storing weeds. Now, according to Eric Bennett, this was Henry Carter's room.

Compared to the previous cave, this one was worlds apart, but Henry Carter was quite satisfied. Because, though shabby, it was well hidden.

The shabbier it was, the less attention it attracted, and the fewer people would come. What Henry Carter needed now was peace and quiet. After simply tidying up the cave, Henry Carter sat down on the pile of weeds.

If he wanted to get out alive, he needed extraordinary strength. Although cultivating the Blood Condensation Manual passed down by Xuemingzi could increase his power, relying on it alone to escape Xuemingzi's grasp was wishful thinking—basically impossible. Henry Carter's only hope now was that mysterious gourd.

Taking out the gourd he hadn't used for many days from his pocket, Henry Carter stroked it carefully for a while. The faint chill it gave off was quite enjoyable. These days, in order not to attract the attention of Eric Bennett and James Turner, Henry Carter hadn't taken out the little gourd for several days.

Placing the gourd on the weeds, Henry Carter carefully lay down on it. This way, if anyone came, they would just see Henry Carter sleeping, and no one would know what he was actually doing.

As his thoughts turned, Henry Carter's mind slowly merged into the gourd. The moment his consciousness entered the gourd, Henry Carter found that his body was now residing atop the spirit of the Wild Boar King.

“Why has the Wild Boar King gotten so much smaller?” Looking at the seemingly clearer soul of the Wild Boar King, Henry Carter was full of suspicion.

Controlling the Wild Boar King's body, he took a few steps through the eerie mist, and Henry Carter thought of the rooster's soul. When he switched to the rooster's soul, Henry Carter clearly remembered he wasn't far from the boar's soul, so why couldn't he see it now?

Could he have remembered wrong? Impossible. Unwilling to give up, Henry Carter recalled the direction of the rooster's soul and walked over again.

Nothing—still nothing. It seemed the rooster's soul had truly flown off somewhere unknown. The space inside the gourd was incredibly mysterious; it wasn't impossible for the rooster's soul to have gone elsewhere. Just as Henry Carter was about to give up, a faint red light suddenly startled him.

Wriggling the Wild Boar King's huge head, Henry Carter approached the red light. Carefully stretching out a pig's hoof, Henry Carter discovered a small bead-like sphere, and the red light was emanating from it.

Gently touching the sphere with the pig's hoof, Henry Carter wanted to see what it was. But having only used the Wild Boar King's soul for a short time, Henry Carter seemed to forget the difference between a boar and a human. With just a touch, the little sphere rolled away into the thick gray mist, disappearing from sight.