After everyone had left, Thomas Howard was responsible for closing the main gate of the military books and armory: “Second Young Master, if you need anything, just give the order. I guarantee that no one will disturb you.”

“Thank you.” Edward Howard nodded slightly, continuing the habit from his previous life, and naturally expressed his thanks.

Thomas Howard’s hands, which were pulling the door, trembled slightly, though his face remained expressionless.

Speaking of the bad things Edward Howard had done in the past, disrespecting his elders was just an appetizer. If he didn’t even respect his elders, then people like Thomas Howard, the family retainers, were even less worth mentioning. In the eyes of the arrogant, ignorant, and foolish Second Young Master, it didn’t matter if you were a third-rank Xiansheng; weren’t you just a servant of our family? Thank you? You should be glad you’re not getting slapped.

Thomas Howard couldn’t help but glance at Edward Howard again: Could it be that after getting beaten up, this good-for-nothing has actually come to his senses?

After everyone had left, Edward Howard sat alone in front of the huge bronze table and took out the brick from his robe.

He had thought of this possibility early in the morning, so he had rushed straight into the military books and armory without hesitation. Now, he could finally test it, though he felt a bit nervous.

Although he had already verified the extraordinary nature of the novice monk’s manifestation earlier, when it comes to opportunities, the more the better. Edward Howard was just an ordinary person, after all, and couldn’t escape this kind of thinking.

He reached out and took out a small wooden stick from his robe.

It was a bit inconvenient to knock on the table with the brick, so why not knock on the brick like a monk strikes a wooden fish?

But the “Northern Wasteland True Scripture” in front of him wasn’t a Buddhist scripture—would it still produce such a phenomenon? Edward Howard was uncertain.

He placed the “Northern Wasteland True Scripture” in front of him and brought down the stick.

“Dong!”

The sound was exactly like striking a wooden fish. And with that single sound, a thick golden sand of light gushed out from the “Northern Wasteland True Scripture,” quickly forming a rune.

Edward Howard was overjoyed.

“Dong, dong, dong…” The sound of the wooden fish continued, distant and vast. The “Northern Wasteland True Scripture” kept pouring out golden sand of light. Unlike the “Secret Research Scripture,” which felt broad, tolerant, and benevolent, the golden mist from the “Northern Wasteland True Scripture” exuded a sense of dominance, vastness, and wild ferocity. Immersed in it, Edward Howard felt a restless urge, as past events flashed before his eyes, suddenly giving him the impulse to bring justice to all who had insulted or harmed him, even to smash all the world’s injustices with a single punch!

The runes within the golden light gradually shattered, the golden light gathering and condensing into the form of a giant elephant, with tusks like knives, its body clad in heavy black bone armor, and a massive bone hammer adorned with sharp bone spikes hanging from its tail. One could easily believe that a single swing of its tail could shatter a small mountain!

From the giant elephant’s eyes burst forth nine-colored flames, displaying supreme power!

And the moment this phantom of the giant elephant appeared, Edward Howard had the illusion that his grandfather was standing right in front of him. The aura was almost identical to the pressure Samuel Howard had just released.

This was the legendary Northern Wasteland divine beast, the Primordial Demon Elephant. The “Northern Wasteland True Scripture” was created by imitating the divine powers of the Primordial Demon Elephant.

However, compared to the novice monk’s manifestation from the “Secret Research Scripture,” this giant elephant totem seemed somewhat illusory, not as solid. Edward Howard speculated that either the “Northern Wasteland True Scripture” was not as vast and profound as the “Secret Research Scripture,” or perhaps this “Northern Wasteland True Scripture” was incomplete.

Amid the continuous sound of the wooden fish, the totem of the Primordial Demon Elephant was completed, and then, just like before, it transformed into a point of light and hid within one of Edward Howard’s acupoints. At times like this, Edward Howard always felt frustrated—he never knew exactly which acupoint it was!

But the place where the Primordial Demon Elephant totem hid was near his left arm. Within the acupoint, the Primordial Demon Elephant let out a furious roar to the sky, spewing streams of dark golden light that coursed along Edward Howard’s arm.

The golden sand of light from the novice monk’s manifestation made Edward Howard feel very comfortable, but as for any direct benefits, he hadn’t noticed any yet. The Primordial Demon Elephant totem, on the other hand, had immediate effects. The dark golden light spewed forth, traveling along his left arm, instantly strengthening his bones and muscles—even his blood vessels and meridians seemed to expand.

However, compared to the novice monk’s manifestation, the Primordial Demon Elephant totem was still a level lower, so the dark golden light only traveled along his left arm and did not spread throughout his body.

Edward Howard focused his mind, about to consciously guide the power of the dark golden light through his whole body, when suddenly a voice came from outside.

“Second Young Master.”

Edward Howard frowned. Hadn’t it already been agreed that he was not to be disturbed?

Thomas Howard called through the door, “Young Master Yu, it’s already very late. Young Master Lie has been waiting for you for half the day.”

Edward Howard always remembered Charles Howard’s kindness. Right now, the person he felt most connected to in the entire Hong family was this big brother. Hearing that Charles Howard was waiting outside for him, he quickly tidied up, put away the wooden fish and brick, got up, and went out.

Night had already fallen, and the stars filled the sky. Sure enough, Charles Howard was standing outside, smiling wryly. “Actually, I’m not in a hurry.”

Edward Howard apologized, “Sorry to keep you waiting, big brother.”