At the same time, in reality, Henry Bolton, who was wearing a gaming helmet, also died suddenly, with a look of astonishment still on his face.

Chapter 002 Samuel Ford

　　Samuel Ford could only be considered an inconspicuous little mountain in the State of Zhao, stretching several hundred li in length. There were neither spectacular peaks nor famous blessed caves on the mountain. At the foot of the mountain, however, there were a few small villages and the only small town. According to some nearby villagers, it was said that they often saw some immortal-like figures flying through the air.

　　In fact, there were no real immortals on Samuel Ford; it was just that two or three small cultivation sects were stationed here. Although these three sects were of no significance in the entire State of Zhao, they were somewhat well-known within a few hundred li around.

　　Among the three sects, the most powerful was Xianyun Sect, followed by Huoyun Sect, and the last was Fengxing Sect, which specialized in the art of concealment. These three sects, led by Xianyun Sect, had coexisted on this mountain for over a thousand years, getting along peacefully. In times of crisis, they would even join forces to resist external enemies. Of course, minor frictions were inevitable.

　　On this particular night, under the cover of darkness, several disciples of Fengxing Sect quietly slipped down from Samuel Ford.

　　Leading them was a handsome young man holding a folding fan. He was the only inner disciple among them, named Edward Foster. As they walked, the other disciples of Fengxing Sect all centered around him, each one flattering him discreetly, making this inner disciple thoroughly enjoy himself.

　　“Say, Senior Brother Foster, with your cultivation, you’re among the top inner disciples. When are you going to win over the Fairy Luo of Xianyun Sect and invite us to your wedding feast?” The speaker was an outer disciple with a lecherous face, dressed in yellow. His name was Charles Reed, an outer disciple at the Qi Drawing stage, and the best flatterer among them.

　　Edward Foster appeared calm, but sneered, “Miss Luo is a prodigy. She joined Xianyun Sect only four years ago and has already reached the mid-stage of Qi Refining. She’s truly a once-in-a-century genius on Samuel Ford. How could a fairy-like woman such as her be so easily won over by me?”

　　“Senior Brother Foster, you’re too modest. You and Fairy Luo are a perfect match—talented man and beautiful woman.”

　　“That’s right, we’re just waiting to attend your wedding banquet.”

　　The other outer disciples kept piling on the flattery, and Edward Foster thoroughly enjoyed it, his face beaming with smiles, nodding repeatedly when he heard something he liked.

　　The group of five arrived at an inn in the nearby town. Although cultivators who reached the fasting stage could go without eating or drinking, that only applied to those with high cultivation. For cultivators like them at the Qi Refining and Qi Drawing stages, they were still essentially ordinary people. They still needed to eat, drink, and relieve themselves, and they had long grown tired of the food on the mountain. Now, they had sneaked out to enjoy some earthly delicacies.

　　They sat together at a table by the window, called the waiter over, ordered a table full of food and wine, and began to chat idly.

　　Just then, a man and a woman walked in from outside. Judging by their looks, they seemed to be siblings. Both carried weapons typical of the secular world, likely martial artists wandering the jianghu.

　　Edward Foster naturally paid no attention to these secular martial artists, not even sparing them a glance. In the eyes of cultivators, ordinary people were like ants; they simply did not belong to the same world.

　　Originally, Edward Foster and his group could have enjoyed a peaceful moment before returning to the mountain to cultivate, but some people just had to stir up trouble.

　　“Senior Brother Foster, look at that girl—she’s a real beauty, almost as stunning as Fairy Luo.” The sycophant Charles Reed whispered a few words into Edward Foster’s ear, a lecherous grin on his face.

　　Edward Foster turned his gaze to the young woman, and was surprised at what he saw. He hadn’t expected to find such an ethereal beauty in the mundane world. Her eyes were as clear as spring water, her delicate brows poetic, her face as fresh as a lotus emerging from water, and her black, silky hair cascaded like satin. Her elegant green dress perfectly accentuated her graceful figure for all to see.

　　This young woman’s beauty was almost on par with Fairy Luo of Xianyun Sect, only slightly inferior in terms of aura.

　　Edward Foster exchanged a glance with Charles Reed, then sat calmly at the table, his gaze fixed brazenly on the stunning young woman, sizing her up without restraint.

　　At Edward Foster’s signal, Charles Reed walked over to the siblings and began to harass them. But these siblings were not to be trifled with—they were the famous The Young Siblings of the jianghu. The man was William Young, a martial artist of extraordinary skill, nearly at the pinnacle of the secular world. The young woman was Claire Young, the number one beauty in Zhao’s martial world, and also a skilled martial artist.

　　Although Charles Reed was a cultivator, he was only a half-baked outer disciple at the Qi Drawing stage, no match for the The Young Siblings. As a result, William Young easily flung him aside with one hand, leaving him with no chance to fight back.

　　Cultivators were powerful, but before reaching the Foundation Establishment stage, the gap between them and ordinary people was not that great. William Young, though a martial artist, could easily handle a few Qi Drawing stage cultivators with his skills.

　　Seeing Charles Reed return with a bruised face, Edward Foster’s expression immediately darkened.