“Thank you, Senior Brother, for your reward.” Bending down to pick up the pill, a trace of gratitude appeared on Henry Carter’s face.

“Hahahahaha—”

Inside the cave dwelling, Laura Grant’s laughter continued to echo. Outside the cave, Henry Carter gripped the Cleansing Dust Pill tightly, his heart surging like stormy waves.

I must become stronger, I must become stronger. Laura Grant, just you wait—today’s humiliation, I will make you pay back a hundredfold!

Chapter 9: Technique Conversion

Inside the dark cave, Henry Carter sat cross-legged, surges of blood energy circulating ceaselessly around his body. His body trembled in waves with the flow of this energy, and with each tremor, Henry Carter couldn’t help but furrow his brow.

Pain—piercing, bone-deep pain! That was Henry Carter’s first reaction. At this moment, he was converting the power of the Python-Ox Qi he had cultivated for three years into the circulation method of the Blood Condensation Technique. Every conversion of true qi felt like a steel needle, stabbing fiercely into Henry Carter’s body.

Transforming between two different cultivation methods was always a difficult task. Most warriors, upon obtaining a more advanced technique, would simply stop practicing the old one and start anew, rarely attempting, as Henry Carter did, to directly convert years of cultivated energy. Not only was this extremely difficult, it was also excruciatingly painful.

But in order to save his life and take revenge as soon as possible, Henry Carter resolutely chose to convert his Python-Ox Qi into the Blood Condensation Technique. Through Laura Grant’s explanation, Henry Carter had come to understand the vast difference between the Blood Condensation Technique and Python-Ox Qi, which was a major reason for his decision.

Strands of blood-red vapor continuously rose from Henry Carter’s body. As the blood-red vapor surged, Henry Carter felt his body, on the verge of falling apart, go numb, as if he might collapse to the ground at any moment!

Condensing qi like blood—this was the mark of reaching the third tier of the Blood Condensation Technique. And as the blood energy raced outside Henry Carter’s body, the last trace of Python-Ox Qi within him was, at that moment, transformed into the Blood Condensation Technique.

The third tier was still the third tier. In fact, at this moment, Henry Carter was somewhat weaker than when he practiced Python-Ox Qi, but in terms of strength, Henry Carter felt he was at least twice as strong as before.

Circulating the now rock-hard flesh and skin outside his body, Henry Carter, having finished his cultivation, suddenly punched the stone he was sitting on!

The messy straw scattered in all directions the instant his fist struck. On the large stone struck by Henry Carter’s punch, a fist mark more than half a foot deep was clearly imprinted.

“How is this just the third tier? In the army, anyone who could reach this level was a fourth-tier expert. This Blood Condensation Technique is far stronger than the martial skills in the military.” Stroking his fist mark, Henry Carter muttered to himself, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

But the smile instantly turned to worry. If Samuel Reed could so casually hand over such a powerful technique for him to practice—no, for all of them to practice—then just how powerful was Samuel Reed himself?

Samuel Reed’s cruelty—he had witnessed it today. Although James Turner deserved to die, the sight of Samuel Reed gnawing on James Turner’s arm chilled Henry Carter to the bone. This not only confirmed his suspicions, but also gave him a deep sense of crisis.

Food—he himself might very well become Samuel Reed’s food!

I cannot become food. My fate must never be controlled by someone like Samuel Reed. Henry Carter’s heart burned like fire, and the murderous aura he had developed in the army made his killing intent overflow.

“If you want to kill me, then it’s either the fish dies or the net breaks!”

Though Henry Carter’s heart was burning and his blood energy boiling, his mind was icy cold and calm!

This was the calm of a killer, the composure Henry Carter had developed over years on the battlefield! His blood could boil, but his mind could not lose its cool! It was by holding to this belief that Henry Carter had survived battlefields with hundreds of thousands of enemies.

Slowly suppressing the killing intent in his heart, Henry Carter reached out and picked up the booklet containing the Blood Condensation Technique once more. In the cave, there was only a faint, blurry light, but when Henry Carter’s gaze fell on the booklet, a trace of crimson flashed in his eyes.

Under this crimson glow, the characters flickered before his eyes, and the contents of the Blood Condensation Technique flashed word by word through his mind. Though it was only a few thousand words, to Henry Carter it seemed to contain endless mysteries. Yet the mystery was so vast that he could only vaguely sense it, unable to grasp what lay behind it.

Calming himself once more, Henry Carter slowly stood up, now holding a round, ball-like object in his hand.

The Cleansing Dust Pill—the very pill that had brought Henry Carter so much humiliation at the hands of Laura Grant. Smelling its faint medicinal fragrance, Henry Carter’s mind once again conjured the image of Laura Grant’s wild laughter. This grudge must be avenged. To take revenge, he needed strength!