When Ethan saw Jason Wright, the look of astonishment in his eyes made Jason Wright feel as refreshed as drinking iced bayberry in the scorching summer! Because to be able to surprise Master like this meant that his own cultivation must be extremely high. But he never expected that Ethan's next words would make Jason Wright so excited he almost fainted: “Heavens! How unfair the world is! I’ve painstakingly cultivated for over a hundred years just to reach the mid-stage of Qi Drawing. If it weren’t for the immortal pill and guidance from Ancestor these past two days, who knows how many years it would have taken me to reach my current early stage of Qi Condensation! But you, kid, in just a few days, have gone from the acquired realm to the same level as your master!”

If Jason Wright had only vaguely sensed earlier that he had become incredibly powerful—so much so that he could hardly imagine it—he still didn’t dare compare himself to his Master. After all, in his eyes, his Master’s level was already that of an immortal. He never expected that his current cultivation not only matched his Master’s, but far surpassed what he had previously known of his Master’s level. No matter how strong Jason Wright’s heart was, he could hardly withstand such a powerful shock. Instantly, Henry Bolton’s status in his mind climbed to an unattainable height.

Having just endured the immense joy, Jason Wright was then hit with the greatest blow of his life. Because next, Ethan began a ruthless plundering, and now Jason Wright finally understood why his Master had been so scheming in making him agree to let him pick any two items bestowed by Ancestor. At that time, Jason Wright couldn’t comprehend Ancestor’s power, nor the value of the gifts. Now, having just experienced such a great stroke of luck, Jason Wright fully understood Ancestor’s immense power, so it was obvious that anything bestowed by Ancestor couldn’t possibly be inferior. Watching Ethan gleefully pick the best, most spiritual immortal pill, Jason Wright felt his heart bleeding drop by drop. And when Ethan’s eyes lit up as he took away the immortal sword brimming with boundless magical power, Jason Wright felt a heart-wrenching pain. Seeing Jason Wright in such agony, even someone as thick-skinned as Ethan couldn’t help but awkwardly comfort him: “Brian! Today your master will teach you the Wudang Immortal Arts. From now on, you can learn to fly with a sword, and you’ll be able to wield that earth-shattering power too!”

Bullshit, who cares! If I gave this pill and immortal sword—or even just the pill—to Grandmaster Owen, would I still have to worry about not learning advanced cultivation techniques? But Jason Wright didn’t dare say that. After all, without this Master before him, he wouldn’t be who he was today. Poor Jason Wright could only comfort himself with the spirit of Frank: “It’s just a bead and a piece of scrap iron, right? Let’s pity this old man in front of me. Besides, being able to exchange these things for the cultivation arts is a huge gain for me!”

Chapter 12 Roommates

In the blink of an eye, a month had passed. In this short month, the cultivation of all the upper echelons of Wudang had made a qualitative leap thanks to the powerful boost from immortal pills and elixirs, and the relentless bombardment of profound Daoist teachings. Everyone was immersed in the joy brought by cultivation. If these old relics of Wudang knew what a rocket was, they would surely use “rocket speed” to describe the meteoric rise of their cultivation. However, the direct consequence of the disciples’ rapid improvement was that the thousands of spiritual pills and elixirs in Henry Bolton’s Qiankun Ring dwindled rapidly. This also made Henry Bolton realize the true value of those pills and elixirs he had previously dismissed, so now, no matter how much Owen and the others tried to flatter him, they couldn’t get even half a pill from Henry Bolton. Of course, Henry Bolton also gained a lot this month, gradually gaining some understanding of modern society—though it was still only theoretical. Ever since Jason Wright had tasted the benefits, his motivation soared. Having never been a teacher before, he actually started preparing lessons late into the night, filling three or four notebooks with meticulous notes. Naturally, this hard work also meant that a large portion of the immortal pills and magical artifacts from Henry Bolton’s Qiankun Ring ended up in Jason Wright’s pocket. That’s why every time Jason Wright went to the back mountain of Wudang, he was on edge—after all, “an innocent man gets into trouble for his wealth.” The Wudang elders in the back mountain could kill Jason Wright thousands of times over with their stares alone every day. Finally, under Owen’s mediation, a 90-10 split was agreed upon, allowing Jason Wright to escape the daily “death by a thousand stares.” Of course, Jason Wright got the smaller share, but even so, he still became the richest man in the Wudang Sect—not counting Henry Bolton, of course.