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Chapter 15

“The disciple will bring him here right away.” As he spoke, Thomas Scott walked out. The other disciples didn’t dare say a word at this moment, and the entire cave fell into a deep silence.

“Master, spare me! Master, spare me! I didn’t come because…” Even before entering the cave, James Turner’s wailing could already be heard. With that sound, James Turner was dragged in by Thomas Scott like a dead dog.

“Bang!”

James Turner was thrown hard onto the ground. Just as he was about to explain, a surge of blood energy emanated from Samuel Reed’s hand. Drawn by this blood energy, James Turner’s body seemed to fly up like a stalk of straw and landed in Samuel Reed’s hand.

“How dare you ignore my orders! Truly unforgivable!” As Samuel Reed spoke, a flash of blood glimmered in his mouth, and one of James Turner’s arms fell off with a sound. The moment the arm hit the ground, all the blood gushed into Samuel Reed’s mouth like a spring, and the arm instantly became nothing but skin and bone.

“Ahhhhhh!” A heart-wrenching scream burst from James Turner’s mouth. With that scream, the already severely injured James Turner immediately fainted.

“Useless thing!” Samuel Reed gently licked the blood at the corner of his mouth and spoke slowly. He seemed to greatly enjoy the blood he had just sucked in, and his earlier brutality appeared to have lessened somewhat.

Seeing the trace of blood at the corner of Samuel Reed’s mouth and recalling his words, a chill rose in Henry Carter’s heart. Right now, James Turner was the unlucky one, but who knew when it might be his own turn.

“I called you all here this time to introduce you to a new junior disciple.” As he spoke, he pointed at Henry Carter and said, “From now on, he is your junior. You should help him more in the future. Laura Grant, you should especially guide him in his cultivation.”

“Yes, Master.” Without even glancing at Henry Carter, Laura Grant respectfully bowed to Samuel Reed, then slowly walked into the crowd.

For some reason, Samuel Reed’s face was tinged with a faint blush. If this blush appeared on a young girl’s face, it would be adorable, but on Samuel Reed, it was truly terrifying. After mentioning two trivial matters, Samuel Reed, supported by the cross-dressing female Daoist attendant, walked deeper into the cave residence.

“Henry Carter, come with me.” Laura Grant glanced at Henry Carter and strode out of the cave residence.

Although Henry Carter was quite resentful of Laura Grant’s arrogance, in order to get answers to his questions about the Blood Condensation Technique from this senior brother, he hurried to follow.

“Have you read all the books the master gave you?” Laura Grant sat on a broad stone chair, exuding a bit of Samuel Reed’s imposing manner.

“Reporting to senior brother, I’ve read the Blood Condensation Technique. There are some parts I don’t quite understand, and I hope you can instruct me.” Henry Carter forced a smile, suppressing his anger. If he wanted to become stronger, he needed cultivation methods, and although the Blood Condensation Technique might not be the best, it was much better than the other Bull Python Qi techniques.

At this moment, no matter how dissatisfied, he had to endure.

“Hmm. I’ll explain the Blood Condensation Technique to you now. Listen carefully. You are not allowed to ask questions while I’m speaking. After I finish, you must leave. How much you remember depends on your own luck.” As he spoke, Laura Grant quickly began explaining to Henry Carter.

Although Laura Grant spoke quickly, Henry Carter had already worked out the general outline of the Blood Condensation Technique the previous night. So as he listened, the unclear parts suddenly became clear.

The Blood Condensation Technique is about condensing the blood energy in one’s body. Through cultivating this blood energy, one strengthens the body of the spirit and increases one’s cultivation.

“Did you understand what I explained?” Laura Grant suddenly stopped and asked coldly.

Henry Carter, who had been listening intently, was momentarily caught off guard by the question. Just as he was about to say he understood most of it, he heard Laura Grant coldly spit out two words: “Idiot.”

“This is a Cleansing Pill. Now get out of here.” As Laura Grant spoke, he tossed a bead-like pill toward Henry Carter. Whether intentionally or due to lack of strength, the pill landed directly on the ground.

Although there wasn’t much dust on the ground, the pill rolling around on the floor made Henry Carter’s blood boil. The way Laura Grant gave him the pill was nothing short of an insult.

At this moment, Henry Carter really wanted to walk over and crush the pill underfoot, but a shred of reason told him that, while it might feel good, it would actually be very foolish.

Doing so might preserve his dignity on the surface, but the lesson from his predecessor was clear: someone without strength has no say here.

Endure, Henry Carter must endure!

Enduring now is for the sake of slapping Laura Grant hard across the face next time.