Even for many martial artists, their lifelong wish is to step into the Innate Qi Refining Realm.

Lucas Ethan was no exception.

In this world, after achieving the Innate Realm, there is an even greater significance: one can interfere with yin and yang. Many deities, such as mountain gods, earth gods, and even city gods of the level of the City God, are weaker by three degrees in front of an innate cultivator. This is also why, in Journey to the West, so many earth and mountain gods were treated as servants by those demon kings—they simply couldn’t defeat them!

In the past, for Lucas Ethan, the Innate Realm was just an unattainable dream. But now, having obtained the memories of the Earth God Charles Brooks, Lucas Ethan had enough confidence that perhaps, in the near future, he could step through the gate of the Innate Realm.

Of course, it’s still too early to talk about the Innate Realm now; it’s just a beautiful ideal.

Ideals are full, but reality is bony.

Feeling waves of dizziness in his head, Lucas Ethan finally couldn’t hold back, rubbed the tip of his nose, and fell into a deep sleep.

He slept all the way until noon the next day before finally waking up.

“Dad, why didn’t you wake me up!” Realizing he had overslept, he complained a bit to Logan.

“You were sleeping too deeply. Waking you up would have harmed your body!” Logan was a martial artist and naturally knew how important deep sleep was for someone like Lucas Ethan, who had just suffered serious injuries and was in recovery.

“So, how do you feel now? Better?!”

“Not just a little better—way, way better!” Lucas Ethan stretched his body, grinned, and ran to the table, grabbing a greasy chicken leg and stuffing it into his mouth.

“You rascal, go wash up first!” Logan scolded with a smile, flicking Lucas Ethan on the forehead. Seeing his son was fine, he was undoubtedly the happiest.

Chapter 8: Famous Constable, Magical Treasure (Part 1)

Under the autumn wind, the Dongling County yamen looked a bit desolate. The breeze swept up a few dead leaves, swirling at the gate, and with a few piercing cries, the sense of bleakness and misery reached its peak.

A thirty-four-year-old woman knelt at the yamen gate, wailing loudly and mournfully. Several yamen runners stood nearby, trying several times to help her up, but she broke free each time and continued to kneel and cry. If it were anyone else, these runners would have dragged her away long ago. But this woman was none other than the mother of the constable Leo Thompson, who had died at the mass grave a few days ago, crying here for her son. Which of these runners would dare use force? They were all fellow villagers, and she was the mother of a fallen colleague—if anyone dared use force, they could forget about staying in Dongling.

So they were in a tough spot.

And it wasn’t just them—David Reed and the group of constables who had gone to the mass grave were also in a bind. This time, they had really lost face. They had thought the evil cultivator wouldn’t trouble small fry like them and that they were just going through the motions. Who would have thought they’d run into a madman and nearly get slaughtered? In the face of such mortal danger, everyone’s true nature was revealed. If they had died then, that would have been it. But except for Leo Thompson, everyone else survived. Now, back at the yamen, facing each other, things were awkward.

The atmosphere was certainly not what it used to be.

It was in this situation that Lucas Ethan returned to the yamen. As soon as he reached the gate and saw Leo Thompson’s elderly mother crying there, his heart trembled, his face flushed, and his legs went weak. Thinking of his own state at the time, he naturally didn’t want to face her, so he instinctively lightened his steps and slipped into the yamen through a side door, his face burning.

As soon as he entered, he ran into Old Henry. When Old Henry saw Lucas Ethan, his expression stiffened and he said awkwardly, “Lucas, what brings you here today? Are you all better?”

“I’m fine now, nothing serious!” Lucas Ethan knew why Old Henry was embarrassed and smiled. “I really have to thank you, Uncle Henry. If you hadn’t pulled me that day, maybe it would be my dad crying outside today!!”

“Haha, not at all, I was panicking too that day!”

Hearing this, Old Henry finally relaxed a little. That day, when he ran, he did pull Lucas Ethan along, but after Lucas Ethan fell, he only cared about saving himself and didn’t help Lucas Ethan. So now he was a bit afraid to face Lucas Ethan. After all, he and Logan had been old friends for years, and Lucas Ethan was like a nephew to him. Running faster than a rabbit and leaving Lucas Ethan behind in danger—no matter how you put it, it wasn’t right.

But Lucas Ethan could understand how he felt. Didn’t he himself, upon hearing Leo Thompson’s tragic scream, run off with Old Henry without looking back?

That’s just how people are. Lucas Ethan couldn’t demand more from others. At the last moment, Old Henry pulling him along was already pretty good.

So, in that sense, Old Henry was his lifesaver.

“So, you’re all better now? I heard you were unconscious for a whole day!”

Seeing that Lucas Ethan didn’t hold a grudge about what happened that day, Old Henry breathed a huge sigh of relief and stepped closer, showing concern.