In response, the other two sects of Samuel Ford could do nothing but watch helplessly, not daring to go against the principles of Xianyun Sect. After all, even if the combined forces of Huo Yun Sect and Feng Xing Sect joined together, they might still not be a match for Xianyun Sect. As a sect with thousands of years of heritage, the depth of Xianyun Sect was simply incomparable to small sects like Feng Xing Sect.

Near the territory of Tianling Peak, Henry Bolton frequently encountered some cultivators, many of whom were inner disciples still in the Qi Refining stage. Clearly, the disciples of Xianyun Sect were far more numerous than those of Feng Xing Sect and Huo Yun Sect, and their overall strength was also several notches higher.

Seeing Henry Bolton passing by on a low-grade spiritual artifact, the disciples of Xianyun Sect either looked at him with envy or with eyes full of greed and jealousy, which made Henry Bolton feel quite uneasy.

Henry Bolton sighed inwardly. It seemed that this world of cultivation was far more dangerous than the world where Earth was located. Before his own strength improved, he must remain low-key and cautious.

With a bit of apprehension, Henry Bolton rode his spiritual artifact past Tianling Peak.

Just then, a cultivator also riding a spiritual artifact came speeding from the opposite direction, brushing past Henry Bolton at high speed and bringing with him a gust of fierce wind that nearly knocked Henry Bolton off balance.

Swaying in the air for a moment, Henry Bolton managed to steady his spiritual artifact again, cursing inwardly that this guy must have done it on purpose.

Not wanting to cause trouble, Henry Bolton didn’t even glance at the man, continuing to fly forward on his spiritual artifact. But before he had flown more than a few dozen meters, another gust of fierce wind came from behind. Henry Bolton turned to look and saw that guy speeding toward him again on his spiritual artifact.

Damn bastard! Henry Bolton couldn’t help but curse inwardly.

With a “whoosh,” the guy brushed past Henry Bolton again, but this time Henry Bolton was prepared and didn’t make a fool of himself.

That same guy, also riding a spiritual artifact, blocked Henry Bolton’s path after overtaking him.

Henry Bolton understood now—this guy was clearly looking for trouble. He began to size up the man in front of him.

The man was riding a mid-grade spiritual artifact, looked to be about twenty years old, and was rather average in appearance, except for a pair of eyes that openly displayed arrogance and conceit.

Henry Bolton actually recognized this person—or rather, Edward Foster had once known him. His name was David Thompson, one of the outstanding inner disciples of Xianyun Sect, whose cultivation had already reached the late stage of Qi Refining. The dragon-patterned blade beneath his feet was a mid-grade spiritual artifact.

David Thompson’s arrogance was famous throughout Samuel Ford. Among the three sects, few disciples could best him. It was said that David Thompson had once accidentally killed a disciple of Feng Xing Sect and crippled several inner disciples of Huo Yun Sect, but nothing ever came of it afterward, and David Thompson was never seriously punished.

This showed that David Thompson must have some powerful backing among the upper ranks of Xianyun Sect; otherwise, he couldn’t have been so brazen in the Samuel Ford area for so long.

“Haha, I was wondering which rookie it was—turns out it’s Feng Xing Sect’s Mouse Foster. That’s hilarious! With your turtle-like speed, why bother riding a spiritual artifact? You might as well crawl back into your hole.”

David Thompson pointed at Henry Bolton and laughed heartily, his face full of smugness.

Henry Bolton knew that when Edward Foster was in Samuel Ford, he had interacted with David Thompson before. Their relationship wasn’t exactly bad; in fact, they were birds of a feather and had done quite a few things together.

Dealing with someone like David Thompson required caution—this was something Henry Bolton had gleaned from Edward Foster’s memories.

Henry Bolton’s mind raced, and in an instant, he came up with a way to handle this guy. At this moment, he put his otaku skills from Earth to good use.

Quickly putting on a frustrated look, Henry Bolton pouted and said, “You don’t know the half of it. Last night, a few of the outer sect guys coaxed me into going out to mess with some women, and we ended up running into a real vixen. In the end, all of us got taken down by that woman.”

David Thompson was greatly surprised when he heard this, then looked skeptical. “Is there really such a strong woman? You cultivators actually got taken down by a woman?”

Henry Bolton sighed, “Yeah, I still can’t figure it out. Maybe her husband is impotent, so she took out years of pent-up desire on us. Look at me, I still haven’t recovered my energy…”

As Henry Bolton said this, he was secretly amused. Of course, he wouldn’t say he’d spent last night with a stunning beauty—that would only complicate things.

Seeing Henry Bolton’s unlucky appearance, David Thompson burst out laughing and said loudly, “You idiots have no taste at all, only messing with mortal women. I, on the other hand, go after the female disciples in the sect. Do you know who my next target is?”

Henry Bolton put on a look of disbelief. “Could it be Fairy Luo?”

“Smart kid.” David Thompson sneered, “Fairy Luo? I’ll have her turn into a seductive vixen in front of me…”

“Hmph.” Just then, a woman dressed in luxurious palace attire, with colorful ribbons at her feet and the bearing of a celestial maiden, came riding the wind from not far away.

Henry Bolton thought to himself, This is bad. This woman is actually the pride of Xianyun Sect, known as Fairy Luochen—Grace Lane!

Chapter 008 Fairy Luochen