“You, a mere mortal, dare to act so arrogantly before us.” Edward Foster’s body floated like a feather, weightless and ghostly, drifting to stand before The Young Brothers. His eyes swept over the faces of the two, but lingered for a moment on the stunningly beautiful face of Claire Young.

William Young, upon witnessing Edward Foster’s otherworldly movement, was slightly startled and hurriedly stood up to salute. “I am William Young, son of the head of the Chiyan Sect of Zhao State. If I have offended you in any way, please forgive me.”

“Chiyan Sect? Never heard of it.” Edward Foster snorted dismissively. He clearly understood that William Young was referring to a mortal martial arts sect, but such sects were beneath his notice.

A trace of anger flashed in William Young’s eyes. He gave a cold snort and pulled his sister Claire Young to leave.

Charles Reed and the others were about to stop them, but Edward Foster intervened.

“Senior Brother Foster, why aren’t you making a move?” an outer sect disciple asked in confusion.

Edward Foster replied in a low voice, “There are too many people here. It’s not wise to act now. If we do something here and the people on the mountain find out, it’ll be a disaster.”

“Yes, yes, Senior Brother Foster is truly thoughtful.” Several outer sect disciples immediately flattered him.

Claire Young, pulled by William Young, hurried outside, a grave expression flickering across William Young’s face.

“Brother, why didn’t you teach them a lesson?” Claire Young frowned slightly, clearly dissatisfied with William Young’s decision.

“I observed these people. Their bearing is extraordinary, their spirit full—not like ordinary mortals. Their aura is just like that of Master Fanhui. I suspect they are cultivators.”

“Cultivators?” Claire Young seemed to have heard tales of cultivators before. Awe appeared on her delicate face, and her steps quickened.

The two hurried on for dozens of miles, and Claire Young gradually began to tire.

“They won’t come after us, will they?” Claire Young asked worriedly.

William Young looked around for a while and sighed softly. “They probably aren’t chasing us. I don’t think those cultivators would trouble us mortals.”

“Brother, are cultivators really that powerful?” Claire Young blinked her elegant, slender eyebrows, curiosity in her voice.

William Young sighed, “More than powerful. It’s said that cultivators possess supernatural powers, able to overturn rivers and seas, and with a mere gesture can reduce a city to ashes. It’s rumored that the Broken Sky Mountain of Zhao State was split by a cultivator’s immortal sword.”

“If cultivators are so powerful, I really want to become one too.” Claire Young said enviously.

“Little sister, if you want to cultivate so much, let your brother teach you.”

At some point, James Foster was standing on a branch opposite them, holding a folding fan, his eyes brazenly roaming over Claire Young’s graceful figure.

William Young shielded Claire Young behind him and, with a “clang,” drew his treasured sword.

Edward Foster saw William Young’s action and burst out laughing. “A mere martial hero dares to act arrogant before me? If you can withstand a single move from me, I’ll let you go. Otherwise, this little sister will become my concubine.”

William Young’s face turned ashen. He leapt into the air, his sword slicing through the air, sending a sharp sword energy like lightning toward James Foster in the tree.

“Oh?” Edward Foster looked at William Young with interest, surprised that his opponent’s strength was already on par with an average Qi Refining cultivator.

When martial arts in the mortal world are cultivated to the extreme, they can rival Qi Refining cultivators from the world of cultivation.

However, for Edward Foster, who possessed a spiritual weapon, dealing with William Young was a piece of cake.

Because Edward Foster had a low-grade spiritual weapon bestowed by his ancestor, his strength far surpassed that of ordinary Qi Refining cultivators. Among the inner sect disciples of Fangyun Mountain, few possessed spiritual weapons.

Edward Foster’s hands formed a quick seal, and a pitch-black short sword shot through the air, transforming into a mass of black light. It easily shattered William Young’s sword energy, then sped toward William Young.

William Young was startled by the speed of the short sword and hurriedly raised his sword to block.

With a “crack,” William Young’s treasured sword snapped in two, and with a “puff,” the short sword pierced straight through William Young’s throat.

The whole process took less than two seconds—William Young was dead just like that!

A top martial hero of the mortal world, before a low-level disciple of the cultivation world, didn’t even have a chance to fight back and was instantly killed.

“Brother…” Claire Young’s face went pale with shock. She clutched her brother’s corpse, tears falling like pearls.

“Little girl, don’t cry. Let me be your brother. I’ll take good care of you.”

Edward Foster jumped down from the tree and walked toward Claire Young, his lustful eyes roaming over her.

“Brother… let me die with you.” Claire Young, overwhelmed by shame and hatred, raised her sword and stabbed at Edward Foster.

“Little sister, I wouldn’t let you die. I only want to cherish you.”

Edward Foster formed a spell with his hands, and with a flash of spiritual light, immobilized Claire Young on the spot. He had used a low-level immobilization technique, which was still effective against ordinary mortals.