Chapter 7

Although the other party was merely a heroine from the martial world, she posed absolutely no threat to a cultivator at the Qi Refining stage.

However, a strange consciousness lingered in Henry Bolton's mind, influencing his decisions and forcing him to commit such an immoral act.

“I absolutely cannot let her go. When you cut the weeds, you must pull out the roots—there must be no future trouble left behind!”

A cold killing intent arose in the depths of Henry Bolton's heart. Claire Young's delicate body instantly stiffened in place. She lifted her stunningly beautiful face, with a hint of cold laughter and mockery, staring at Henry Bolton: “Are you going to kill me? Please, go ahead.”

She understood that, given the other party’s identity as a cultivator, killing her would be as easy as turning his hand.

At this moment, Henry Bolton felt his mind sink into chaos again, as if something was affecting his emotions, trying to change his true intentions.

As a homebody from Earth who had never seen blood before, not to mention killing a person, he probably wouldn’t even have the courage to kill a pig.

Although he had played many virtual online games and killed plenty of people in-game, that was just a game. In reality, he still couldn’t change his nature as a homebody.

To ask such a homebody to kill someone was impossible—even if you gave him hundreds of thousands, he might not be willing.

A homebody can be sneaky, even cowardly, but at their core, they are not bad people. This is a common trait among most homebodies.

Yet, at this moment, he repeatedly had thoughts of killing to silence, of eradicating the roots—this was very strange and completely exceeded his standards as a homebody.

Henry Bolton had no idea that the reason he was having such thoughts was entirely because of the lingering consciousness of this body’s original owner, which was influencing his decisions.

Because Samuel Foster in life was a ruthless, sinister, and unscrupulous villain.

Another wave of chaos swept through his mind, as if something was secretly stirring up trouble inside, causing him unbearable pain.

Henry Bolton closed his eyes, his hands clenched tightly, fingernails digging into his flesh, cold sweat pouring down his body.

Edward Foster’s subconscious was influencing him, forcing him to kill the girl before him and commit the act of “rape before murder.”

But the kind side of his homebody nature from Earth made it impossible for him to make such a decision.

Just then, countless purple-gold particles appeared in his mind, spinning rapidly within his consciousness, bringing his chaotic mind back to calm.

Next, those strange purple-gold particles kept spinning, forming lines of obscure ancient script. Finally, all the purple-gold particles converged at the very center of his mind.

For a moment, Henry Bolton felt a buzzing in his head, plunging him into a state of utter confusion.

Countless purple-gold particles moved at high speed, ultimately gathering at the very center of his mind, forming a cylindrical, jade-like object.

The instant this object appeared in Henry Bolton’s mind, it felt very familiar to him.

What was that?

He was instantly filled with surprise and joy. If he remembered correctly, that was the jade tube he had obtained in the game—the heaven-defying cultivation technique “Heaven and Earth Refining.”

“The heaven-defying jade slip from the game actually came with me to this world!!!”

Driven by instinct, Henry Bolton used his divine sense to examine the purple-gold jade slip. Instantly, a vast amount of information appeared within, nearly causing Henry Bolton’s consciousness to become lost inside. He quickly withdrew his divine sense, breaking out in a cold sweat, but his face showed wild joy.

He never expected that the heaven-defying cultivation technique he obtained in the game could actually be used in this world of cultivation. This filled him with boundless confidence.

With this heaven-defying technique, would he still have to fear not being able to establish himself in this world?

According to the memories Henry Bolton obtained from Edward Foster, most cultivators practiced only ordinary techniques. Even inner disciples like Edward Foster cultivated only some basic techniques. As for rogue cultivators or outer disciples, possessing a complete set of techniques was already an unimaginable luxury.

As for advanced techniques, even Edward Foster had never seen one.

However, it was said that the founding ancestor of the Immortal Cloud Sect had passed down an advanced technique, which was regarded as the sect’s greatest treasure, and even ordinary inner disciples were not qualified to practice it.

And advanced techniques were already the limit that an inner disciple like Edward Foster of the Windwalker Sect could access. As for the legendary top-tier techniques, he had never even thought about them, let alone the heaven-defying techniques that might not even exist in this world.

A sense of security arose in Henry Bolton’s heart. He now possessed a low-grade spiritual artifact, and with the heaven-defying technique, among cultivators of the same level, who could possibly be his match?

As he thought about this, a faint smile appeared at the corners of Henry Bolton’s mouth. Why hadn’t he had such good luck when playing “Immortal Dao” before?

Standing opposite him, Claire Young had at first felt a wave of killing intent from Henry Bolton, which made her feel as if she had fallen into an ice cellar. But soon after, that killing intent from Henry Bolton mysteriously disappeared.

Claire Young had no idea what kind of secret this young man possessed, but it was this very youth who had forcefully taken her chastity and killed her brother.

After regaining his senses, Henry Bolton took several deep breaths.