The existence of "Heaven and Earth Art" was his greatest trump card and source of confidence. With "Heaven and Earth Art," not only could he easily sense qi, but his martial cultivation speed would also be extremely fast—much faster than in his previous life.

"Then, let's begin!" The next second, Henry Carter closed his eyes, and the cultivation route of "Heaven and Earth Art" instantly unfolded, rippling through his mind.

"Heaven and Earth Art" had a total of nine levels, each corresponding to a diagram of meridian circulation—nine diagrams in all.

He focused intently, following the qi-guiding meridian route of the first diagram of "Heaven and Earth Art," and began to try absorbing earth qi.

Time ticked by, minute by minute.

About ten minutes later.

Suddenly.

Henry Carter's body trembled.

In just ten minutes, he sensed spiritual energy—he had found the feeling of qi.

"At this moment, I must not panic. I need to slowly guide the spiritual energy into my body and circulate it through one full cycle of meridians!"

After all, he was a super powerful grandmaster reborn, with ample experience.

If it were an ordinary person, upon sensing spiritual energy at this moment, they would either be so shocked as to lose focus, or so excited they'd shout and jump around.

But Henry Carter only felt a flash of excitement before becoming even more focused.

He knew that after finding the feeling of qi and guiding it into the body for the first time, the most important thing was to strike while the iron was hot and ensure the qi completed a full cycle. This would be extremely, extremely, extremely beneficial for his future path of martial cultivation.

Time continued to pass. Five minutes later, Henry Carter slowly opened his eyes and let out a long breath of turbid air, a smile appearing on his face.

Done!!!

He had flawlessly completed the steps of finding the feeling of qi and guiding it into his body for a full cycle. Now, he was a genuine martial cultivator.

Unconsciously, Henry Carter raised his hand, pinched the iron desk panel with his index and middle fingers, and squeezed with all his might.

Then, he released his fingers. It was clearly visible—a faint indentation from his fingers appeared on the desk panel, which was about two millimeters thick.

"What terrifying strength! Just at the entry level, I already have about 1,500 jin of pure strength!" Henry Carter's eyes lit up with joy. "Heaven and Earth Art is even more domineering than I imagined!"

Different martial cultivators, even at the same realm, could have differences in strength. The reason for this difference was the strength of the cultivation method.

Henry Carter clearly remembered that when he first became a martial cultivator in his previous life, his initial strength was about 400 jin, which was already incredibly powerful.

You know, the average martial cultivator at entry level only had about 200 jin of initial strength. Very few could reach 400 jin.

As for 1,500 jin, that was a completely unimaginable astronomical figure.

The next moment, "Ring ring ring..." the bell signaling the end of the last class rang.

Chapter 2: Stop

"Henry Carter, let's go!" Grace Walker walked over, her pure and beautiful face full of a joyful smile.

"Okay!" Henry Carter nodded and stood up, walking side by side with Grace Walker.

Among girls, Grace Walker was considered quite tall, a little over 1.7 meters, but he was still half a head taller than her—Henry Carter was about 1.81 meters tall.

A faint fragrance wafted from Grace Walker and lingered at Henry Carter's nose. His heart trembled slightly, and he took a deep breath, unconsciously moving a little closer to Grace Walker. That familiar scent—so nice.

"Henry Carter, why do I feel like you've changed?" Grace Walker asked curiously.

She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she felt that Henry Carter no longer seemed dispirited or self-destructive.

She was truly happy—she had waited a year for this day.

"No matter how I change, I'm still Henry Carter!"

"Mm!" Grace Walker's smile became even more beautiful.

The two of them, under the gaze of their classmates, walked out of the classroom.

It was just after school. Although most students boarded at school, some lived nearby or rented outside, so there were still quite a few students heading out of the school.

The familiar campus path, the familiar breeze and willows, the familiar campus lake—everything made Henry Carter feel as if he were in a dream.

However, as they walked, suddenly—"Stop!!!" a voice suddenly rang out in the ears of Henry Carter and Grace Walker.

Henry Carter and Grace Walker instinctively looked ahead and saw a man in his twenties, dressed in a white tracksuit, wearing a baseball cap, looking lazy and cocky.

Edward Cooper? Henry Carter narrowed his eyes slightly, already recognizing who it was.

"Lanxin, is this the loser you like?" Edward Cooper glanced at Henry Carter, then looked at Grace Walker.

"Watch your mouth!" Grace Walker was a little angry. She was kind and gentle, but she would never allow anyone to insult Henry Carter.

"If he's not a loser, what is he? I've checked out this guy's background. First, he's an orphan—he can't even afford tuition or living expenses, and you secretly paid them for him. Then, his grades are absolute trash—he skips class all the time, probably going to fail more than ten subjects this semester. And most importantly, this guy is so weak he can't even truss a chicken—he's not even as strong as a girl!"