As soon as Jason Wright appeared, Emily Parker poured out everything that had happened at the foot of the mountain to Jason Wright with a sense of grievance. Jason Wright was secretly astonished after hearing it. He knew Emily Parker’s cultivation level inside out—even he himself wouldn’t be confident in subduing Emily Parker without making a move. What’s more, from what Emily Parker described, that Daoist subdued her with nothing but a gentle force. That was something only someone at the level of his master could achieve. When did Wudang Mountain produce such a formidable young expert, and how did he not know anything about it?

After carefully comforting Emily Parker, Jason Wright sternly warned the two of them not to provoke that young Daoist under any circumstances. Seeing how serious Jason Wright looked, Emily Parker asked in defiance, “Are you saying even Uncle Wright can’t beat him?” In Emily Parker’s heart, Jason Wright was a peerless master—even her own father was no match for Jason Wright, let alone that annoying Daoist. Grace Miller also looked at Jason Wright expectantly.

Although Jason Wright wanted to say he could handle it, he knew that, according to Emily Parker’s account, someone who could restrain Emily Parker with just the power emanating from himself must have reached the innate realm. As for himself, he was still struggling in the acquired realm—how could he possibly be a match for someone at the innate level? Jason Wright shook his head helplessly and said, “Maybe my master could defeat him!” If he knew that the Daoist in question was a disciple of George Bolton, who knows if he would still say that—or if he’d rather find a hole to crawl into.

“Ah!” The two beauties couldn’t help but exclaim in unison. They never expected that the seemingly ordinary and somewhat lecherous Daoist would be so powerful, on par with the head of the Wudang Sect. It seemed there was no hope of asking Uncle Wright to stand up for them and teach that annoying Daoist a lesson. The two girls lost all the excitement they’d felt upon arriving at Wudang Mountain. Led by Jason Wright, they hurriedly took a quick tour of Yuchun Palace, paid their respects to the statue of George Bolton, though who knows if they would have been so sincere if they’d known Henry Bolton was actually a disciple of George Bolton! Then they conveyed their fathers’ greetings to Jason Wright, along with hopes to meet at West Lake at an appropriate time, and quickly bid farewell to return to Hangzhou.

Just after seeing off Emily Parker and Grace Miller, Jason Wright spotted Logan—his slightly chubby figure waddling toward him. As the second disciple of the current Wudang Sect leader, Jason Wright knew a bit about the deeper matters of Wudang. For example, he knew that this young, chubby Daoist approaching him was the last disciple of his grandmaster, whom he had never met. They all cultivated in the back mountain behind Yuchun Palace, but that area was covered by an immortal formation. It was said that all the Wudang elders lived there—figures like immortals. Jason Wright had always yearned to go there, but only his master and a few uncles were allowed in. Of course, even if Jason Wright were allowed in with his current cultivation, he wouldn’t be able to activate the immortal formation—after all, he was still a mortal, with an acquired body.

“Greetings, Uncle!” Seeing that Logan was indeed coming his way, Jason Wright hurriedly greeted him with utmost respect. The Wudang Sect greatly valued respect for teachers and elders. Although Daoist Logan was just a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old novice, Jason Wright dared not show the slightest disrespect.

“So it’s you, Nephew Brian. May I ask if Senior Brother Ethan is here?” Brian was Jason Wright’s courtesy name.

“Yes, yes, Master is cultivating in the Xuanmen Hall!” With that, Jason Wright pointed toward the rear hall.

“Thank you, Nephew Brian. I have some matters to discuss with Senior Brother Ethan, so I’ll take my leave!” With that, Logan nodded to Jason Wright and hurried off toward the Xuanmen Hall, leaving Jason Wright completely puzzled. He muttered to himself, “Why is Uncle Logan acting so differently today, being so polite!” In the past, Logan relied on being Ethan’s junior and often lived among the legendary, immortal-like figures of Wudang—even if all he did was sweep the floor, that was enough for him to boast. He never used to give these nephews a second glance, but now, after being taught a lesson by Henry Bolton, the old ancestor, how could he dare act arrogant anymore!

Ethan became the sect leader forty years ago after his master, Daoist Aaron, retired. Twenty years ago, after relentless effort, Ethan finally entered the innate realm and has now reached the late stage of Qi induction. So even though Ethan is already over a hundred years old, he looks as young as someone in their sixties or seventies. If not for his snow-white hair and beard, no one would believe he was already over a hundred. At this moment, Ethan was also surprised by the surge of spiritual energy that had just erupted from the back mountain and was preparing to investigate. After all, as a true cultivator, Ethan was extremely sensitive to spiritual energy. When he saw Logan coming to find him, he said nothing and set off with Logan toward the back mountain. As they walked, Logan excitedly explained what had happened. On one side, Logan was speaking with great enthusiasm; on the other, Ethan was listening with blood boiling, as if he could already see the immortal pills brimming with spiritual energy and the powerful immortal swords right before his eyes.