However, he could understand David Thompson's feelings at this moment. As one of the outstanding inner disciples of the Immortal Cloud Sect, it was just like those top students in experimental classes at high schools on Earth—usually surrounded by countless dazzling halos, with extremely strong self-esteem but very poor psychological endurance.

Different worlds, yet the same things and the same kinds of people. Henry Bolton felt a new sense of insight in his heart. Even though he had only crossed into this world for a single day, his mindset had already undergone a great transformation. Thinking about it, even if any other homebody from Earth experienced such a change, their mentality would also shift dramatically.

“What else do you have to say?” Fairy Lane spun lightly, her eyes blooming like orchids as she looked toward Henry Bolton and David Thompson, her voice flowing like spring water, sounding like a heavenly melody.

This time, Henry Bolton saw Fairy Lane's face head-on. Even though he tried to keep his mind steady, he still found it hard to resist that natural, transcendent beauty. Those serene eyes were hard to look at directly, and her melodious, lively voice made his heart feel both comfortable and entranced.

Although David Thompson was full of anger and frustration, when truly facing those tranquil, water-like eyes and that peerlessly beautiful face that did not belong to the mortal world, he couldn't help but lose his nerve.

Henry Bolton steadied his mind and, for the first time, regarded this Immortal Cloud Sect fairy with an aesthetic gaze, involuntarily comparing her to Yan Yuqing, the woman he had once been intimate with.

Jade-like, translucent cheeks, a delicate and elegant nose, lips as red as if dripping with dew, crescent-shaped brows, calm and ethereal eyes... and a perfectly graceful figure, with exquisite curves at her chest.

If he could sleep with such a fairy-like woman, even if it meant living ten years less—no, half a lifetime less—it would be worth it. The saying “to die under a peony is to die a romantic” finally made sense to Henry Bolton. As he thought about it, his true nature as an Earth homebody was exposed; what started as an aesthetic appreciation turned into blatant desecration and fantasy.

Fortunately, although his thoughts were filthy, our comrade Henry Bolton managed to keep a straight face, his eyes still appearing “upright” and “pure,” without showing any ugly expression.

However, Fairy Lane's eyes suddenly flicked over to glance at Henry Bolton, and her cheeks flushed ever so slightly for a moment.

Henry Bolton was startled. Just from that casual glance from Fairy Lane, he felt as if he had been seen through—not that his cultivation had been seen through, since that was obvious, but rather that his previous thoughts had been completely exposed.

Too terrifying. Henry Bolton broke out in a cold sweat, and couldn't help but feel a bit of fear toward Fairy Lane, mentally placing her on the “non-human” list.

“Since you have nothing to say, then I’ll be leaving.” Grace Lane rode a colorful ribbon and flew off into the distance, her eyes openly showing disgust as she glanced at Henry Bolton and David Thompson.

To be precise, that look was directed at Henry Bolton. It was the first time she had ever met someone like Henry Bolton, who could stand in front of her, blatantly fantasize, and still keep a straight face. Even someone as crazy as David Thompson wouldn’t do such a thing. It had to be said, Henry Bolton’s skin was thick enough to be impervious to swords and spears.

However, when David Thompson saw Fairy Lane’s look, he thought it was directed entirely at him. In an instant, his previously angry mood flared up again, and he reverted to his Madman Thompson state.

“Who the hell do you think you are? I’m going to teach you, this so-called fairy, a lesson today!”

David Thompson went completely berserk, quickly forming a spell with his hands. A blazing ring of fire instantly formed in the air and shot toward Fairy Lane in the distance.

Henry Bolton was shocked—this Madman Thompson actually tore off all pretense and attacked Fairy Lane!

Chapter 009: The Terrifying Madman Thompson

Whether it was Henry Bolton standing beside David Thompson, or Fairy Lane who was turning to leave, neither could have imagined that David Thompson would suddenly go mad and attack Grace Lane.

David Thompson’s spellcasting speed was extremely fast; in the blink of an eye, he unleashed a second-level spell, the Fire Ring Technique.

In the void, a huge, fiercely burning ring of fire, carrying a wave of scorching heat, shot toward Fairy Lane at incredible speed.

Second-level spells were those that cultivators in the Qi Refining stage could use, and their power was several times greater than first-level spells. In the cultivation world, first-level spells were not even worth mentioning; only cultivators in the Qi Induction stage would bother to learn them.

Some disciples who had no hope of ever advancing to the Qi Refining stage would leave the sect and use a few first-level spells to impress nobles and officials in the mortal world, being revered as immortal masters and enjoying earthly riches and honor. Qi Induction stage cultivators couldn’t even defeat some highly skilled martial artists; the earlier example of the outer disciple Charles Reed being thrown out by William Young was a case in point.

Fortunately, Henry Bolton’s current body already possessed Qi Refining stage cultivation. Otherwise, even with a freakish technique, if he couldn’t break through to the Qi Refining stage, he wouldn’t be able to cultivate at all.

David Thompson’s spellcasting speed shocked Henry Bolton; it was twice as fast as his own. Although part of the reason was that he hadn’t fully adapted to this body yet, even the original Edward Foster was far inferior to David Thompson in spellcasting speed.