Thinking back to the previous life, just for a good meal, one could ride the subway from one end of the city to the other. But now, with just a single command, someone would cross the city to bring the chef back to cook for you—even from the perspective of a true foodie, this is simply too blissful.

But the problem is, how can I help big brother raise his level?

……

That night, Edward Howard still slept in the small building, while the maid Little Lily nervously kept watch in the courtyard. Before going to bed, Edward Howard called her in to get some water, and the girl's expression was like a little white rabbit about to be delivered straight into the wolf's mouth—so pitiful and miserable that Edward Howard couldn't help but curse the original owner in his heart once again.

In fact, Little Lily was indeed on edge all night. At the slightest sound, she would wake up in fright, terrified that Young Master Edward would "lose control" and barge into her room in the middle of the night with bad intentions.

As for Edward Howard, he slept very well, because he knew that a super expert of the third rank, a Manifested Saint, was guarding him through the night—even if the sky fell, he’d be protected.

Thomas Howard was still among the cluster of green bamboo. That night, the stars were as brilliant as ever. After cultivating for a while, Thomas Howard once again tried to connect with the vast and radiant aura emanating from Edward Howard, but this time, he failed. In his spiritual perception, Edward Howard was as clear as a bright lamp, but that special feeling was gone.

Thomas Howard sighed inwardly, feeling a bit greedy. To encounter such an opportunity even once in a lifetime was already a blessing.

He was about to give up when, as the hour arrived, the novice monk’s dharma image in Edward Howard’s chest began chanting sutras again. Wisps of golden mist spread out, and in Thomas Howard’s mind, there was a thunderous boom as he was once again enveloped by that vast and radiant sensation.

At this moment, in Thomas Howard’s spiritual perception, Edward Howard was shining brilliantly, as intense as the midday sun!

Thomas Howard’s “Divine Furnace of Starlight” had almost come to a stop, but now, under the influence of this sensation, all the martial qi in his body was mobilized and surged forth!

Thomas Howard was overjoyed!

Normally, during cultivation, it’s impossible to circulate all the martial qi in the body—only a portion is constantly moving, drawing external energy in, slowly settling it, and transforming it into new martial qi.

During cultivation, only about one-tenth of the martial qi can be circulated.

First, because there’s too much martial qi, it’s more exhausting to mobilize. Second, the meridians can’t accommodate so much at once. But under the influence of the sensation transmitted from Edward Howard, all the martial qi in Thomas Howard’s body was easily mobilized, and the constraints of the meridians seemed to vanish. The energy surged like great rivers, waves rolling!

This round of circulation was truly exhilarating, mobilizing all the martial qi in Thomas Howard’s body and giving him a feeling of being thoroughly cleansed and renewed.

When the starlight gradually faded and dawn broke, that vast and radiant sensation receded like the tide, and the martial qi in Thomas Howard’s body also gradually calmed. Upon checking, he found that this half-night’s cultivation equaled half a month’s worth of his usual progress!

But what delighted Thomas Howard most was not this result, but the proof that Edward Howard’s effect on him was not a coincidence, but a certainty.

In other words, from now on, he could always cultivate alongside Edward Howard, and his speed would increase more than tenfold!

No matter if you’re a master or a novice, whether you’re first rank or unranked, who could resist such temptation? No one!

Thomas Howard’s heart surged with excitement, almost unable to calm down. He nearly wanted to rush straight to Samuel Howard, kneel, and beg the general to grant him the favor of forever following Young Master Edward. But, being used to obeying military orders, he forcefully suppressed this impulse—he couldn’t leave his post without permission.

Inside the small building, Edward Howard had no idea that his two nights of deep sleep had brought such a huge shock to a Manifested Saint of the third rank. He stretched lazily and sat up in bed.

Outside, Benjamin Howard had already gotten up early and, together with Little Lily, prepared hot water for Edward Howard to wash up.

“Young master, the old master sent someone to deliver a message, asking you to have breakfast with him this morning.”

Edward Howard curled his lip, a bit reluctant. In the original owner’s memories, Old Master Howard never showed him a pleasant face. If he only got scolded and not beaten, that was already a blessing.

Thinking back to his first meeting with Samuel Howard, it wasn’t pleasant either, so Edward Howard instinctively didn’t want to go.

“Just say I’m not feeling well today. Bring me some breakfast here instead.”

“Um…” Benjamin Howard hesitated a bit. Edward Howard glared: “What’s the matter?”

“Yes, I’ll go right away.”

Edward Howard waited in the small building for about the time it takes to burn an incense stick, and not only did Benjamin Howard return, but Samuel Howard came along as well!

Old Master Howard had spent his life on the battlefield and carried a heavy aura of killing intent. Even without trying, Edward Howard could sense it from dozens of meters away. Instinctively, he shrank his neck and, out of habit, darted toward the window.

Samuel Howard roared like a tiger: “Thomas Howard, stop him for me!”

Thomas Howard wore a wry smile as he stood outside the window: “Young Master Edward, you can’t escape the old master’s grasp.”

Edward Howard was left sulking. When he turned around, a powerful and overwhelming presence hit him like a mountain of iron—Samuel Howard was already standing before him, a precious saber at his waist, hands behind his back, his face as dark as water.

Edward Howard grinned sheepishly: “Grandpa.”