The qualification for cultivation is like a starting line.

In his previous life, his status was noble, like a dragon or phoenix soaring in the heavens, yet he could only watch others run from the starting line.

In this life, even though his status is lowly, as insignificant as an ant, he now has the qualification to start from the starting line.

The path of cultivation is endless. As long as there is opportunity, a golden-scaled fish can transform into a dragon when it meets the wind and rain, and even an ant can soar proudly through the nine heavens if it grows wings!

Now, the opportunity has arrived!

As the son of the Heavenly Emperor, he presided over the Tianlang Academy, and in a million years, he had spent almost all his time reading countless books. To say he was full of knowledge and embraced all things would not be an exaggeration.

His mind was filled with theories, from the heavens above to the mortal world below—there was no field that Ethan Grant was not familiar with.

During the million years of boredom in his previous life, Ethan Grant could not cultivate himself, but he enjoyed taking disciples. He used his disciples as experiments, putting all his theories into practice.

In a million years, who knows how many geniuses he created.

What is opportunity?

He was reincarnated, carrying the memories of the Heavenly Emperor’s son, and obtained the body of this wrongly killed son of a feudal lord, Ethan Grant.

All those experiments he did on his disciples in his previous life, now, he could finally realize them himself!

This is opportunity!

At this thought, Ethan Grant could not help but feel a surge of excitement.

At that moment, a crisp shattering sound reached his ears, as if something had been smashed.

“Clang!”

“Owen Grant, investigate for me! At all costs, get to the bottom of this!” Marquis Grant Logan Grant fiercely smashed a vase on the ground, filled with rage, wishing he could burn the entire capital to the ground.

“My lord, I already have a clue,” said Owen Grant, dressed all in black, respectfully. “Although the young lord is not diligent in cultivation, he is at least a martial artist at the True Qi stage and should have full control over his body. There’s no way he would lose control, not even a fart, in such a situation.”

“So, someone really did sabotage him? Made Ethan embarrass himself at the Heaven Sacrifice Ceremony? Angered the king and brought about a fatal disaster?” Logan Grant’s tone grew even colder.

“This morning, the young lord had breakfast at Songhe Tower with a few friends. I checked Songhe Tower and found no clues. But I did discover traces of ‘Three Smiles Powder’ in the young lord’s body.”

Three Smiles Powder?

Logan Grant’s face darkened again. How could he not know about this Three Smiles Powder? It unblocks the meridians and channels, and although it has no side effects, it causes one’s vital energy to sink and be expelled from the body in various ways.

Sure enough, the fart that angered the king at the Heaven Sacrifice Ceremony was not released for no reason. It must have been thanks to this Three Smiles Powder.

“It seems this was no accident, but a premeditated plot!” As a feudal lord, Logan Grant only needed a little thought to deduce some conclusions.

“My lord, here is the list of those who had breakfast with the young lord this morning. They are all sons of other feudal lords. It will be quite troublesome to find out who was behind this.” Owen Grant was Logan Grant’s confidant, his most capable assistant, and his most loyal subordinate.

“Investigate! Turn everything upside down if you must! Even if I lose my feudal lord’s token, even if I am smashed to pieces, I, Logan Grant, will never sit by and do nothing about my son’s death!”

All that talk about ‘if the ruler wants a minister dead, the minister must die’—to Logan Grant right now, it was all nonsense!

Logan Grant’s ancestors were all loyal ministers, but not blindly loyal.

Think about it: for generations, the The Grant Family had served the Eastern royal family, defended the borders, fulfilled their duties, and only through generations of blood and military merit did they earn this feudal lord’s token. And now, his only son was to be beaten to death just like that?

If the ruler is heartless, the minister is unrighteous. At worst, rebel!

Just thinking of how King Dongfang Lu coldly ordered Ethan Grant to be beaten to death, thinking of the gloating faces of those feudal lords who were at odds with him, and then looking at his son lying in the coffin, beaten beyond recognition—Logan Grant felt as if a volcano was suppressed in his chest, ready to erupt at any moment.

He wished he could immediately return to his territory, lead hundreds of thousands of troops into the capital, and bathe it in blood.

Meanwhile, inside the coffin, Ethan Grant, hearing this conversation and combining it with the residual memories of this body, more or less understood what had happened.

So, the original owner of this body, Ethan Grant, had let out an ill-timed fart at the Heaven Sacrifice Ceremony!

And this Heaven Sacrifice Ceremony was the highest-level sacrificial ritual in the nation, attended by the king and all 108 feudal lords, to pray for the king’s beloved daughter!

Before such a grand ceremony, the king and the feudal lords had all made extensive preparations: fasting, abstaining from meat, bathing and changing clothes, burning incense and herbs.

In short, everyone had cleaned themselves up, striving for perfection to move heaven and earth and achieve the purpose of the ceremony.

Originally, everything was proceeding smoothly.

But just as the king and the feudal lords were prostrated on the sacred steps in silent prayer, Ethan Grant’s fart sounded out, piercingly loud.

You have to know, this prostration and prayer was the most solemn part of the entire ceremony. During this process, absolute silence was required—not even a crow or sparrow could be heard.

Only then could one communicate with the gods and show sincerity.

But Ethan Grant’s piercing fart shattered that silence and broke the solemnity.