But this cheap grandfather has already passed away, and the guy who killed my cheap grandfather is extremely ruthless, with a penchant for eliminating all loose ends... "Wait, doesn't that mean I'm in great danger too?"

Just as this thought crossed his mind, Matthew Reed spoke again: "Before the old cult leader was harmed by a traitor, he entrusted this half of the cult leader's token to this old servant, instructing me to deliver it to Young Master, and told me that this iron token hides a tremendous secret. If one can comprehend it, they can become a top master in this world... Young Master, you must kill that villain Wei Yingyang to avenge the old cult leader and reclaim the position of cult leader!"

"A secret? A top master?" William Foster glanced down at the two iron tokens, but felt that the most urgent thing right now wasn't to comprehend any secret: "Um, I think the most important thing at the moment is... do you have any money on you?"

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Chapter 2: Master, Master, Grandmaster System

What cult leader's grandson, and now some cult leader's token is being handed to me, and finally saying this thing is tied to some huge secret, and if I can figure it out, I can become a super grandmaster.

All this is too illusory, too far-fetched. Compared to that, filling my stomach is the most serious business right now.

Even masters need to eat! Of course, maybe the masters in this world can cultivate to the point where they don't need to eat, but before they become such inhuman beings, they still have to eat.

So, for William Foster, who is not yet a master, the most pressing issue is still his own food problem.

"This... I left in a hurry and didn't bring any money with me!"

William Foster sighed: "Well... Mr. Reed!" This old man looked to be about sixty or seventy, and as his grandfather's personal old servant, calling him Mr. Reed was only proper. But as soon as he said it, William Foster felt a huge pressure again: "You can see my family's situation clearly. Even though you've told me all this, if we can't even get enough to eat, all that talk about becoming a master or avenging old grudges is just nonsense! Who knows, I might starve to death in a couple of days!"

He looked up at Matthew Reed: "Of course, if it was just me, I could muddle through, but now that you're here, Mr. Reed..."

He was someone who had transmigrated from Earth. To be honest, he had no feelings about this cult or grandfather stuff. His concerns were very practical: You came to find me? Because your old master was killed, so you're here to rely on me, right? But I'm not well-off either, I can't support two people.

Matthew Reed's face flushed red and then turned pale, but he couldn't say anything, because what William Foster said was a very real problem. After thinking for a while, he finally patted his chest: "Young Master, don't worry, this old servant does have some skills!"

He also looked William Foster up and down: "Besides, if Young Master needs to practice martial arts, the issue of food is indeed urgent. If you don't get enough nutrition, it's hard to achieve anything!"

Practicing martial arts is extremely expensive. Besides the cost of hiring a master, clothing, food, and equipment are the biggest expenses. That's why only families with some wealth can afford to let their children practice martial arts—poor people simply can't afford it.

Hearing Matthew Reed say this, William Foster gave a bitter smile.

Actually, he had wanted to use this as an excuse to send the old man away, because from the few words exchanged earlier, he realized: this situation is way too deep, and if he got involved, his whole life would probably be ruined.

Unfortunately, things weren't that simple. By some stroke of bad luck, he just happened to become the only grandson of that cult leader. In terms of bloodline, he really couldn't refuse this matter.

He really wanted to say: I'm not that Brian Reed's grandson, in fact, his real grandson died long ago, I'm just a body snatcher! Not to mention this is his biggest secret and can't be revealed, even if he said it, no one would believe him.

"Do I really have to just accept it?"

Although being the heir to the cult leader sounds awesome, you still need to survive long enough to actually sit in that position, right?

"By the way, what's the real situation with this cult anyway?"

Since he couldn't refuse, he might as well ask clearly. At least if something happened, he'd have some idea of what to expect.

Hearing William Foster's question, Matthew Reed assumed he was finally starting to take his identity seriously, and looked a bit gratified, then began to explain in detail.

"The young lady didn't want Young Master to know about these things, probably never mentioned any of it to you. Our cult actually has quite a bit of prestige in the world, but ordinary people don't know the details, and the court has misled everyone into calling us a demonic cult!"

"......"

All William Foster could do was sigh; there wasn't much else he could do. Fortunately, Matthew Reed then gave a detailed explanation, and he finally understood that the "demonic cult" label was actually just slander from the court.

Originally, over a hundred years ago, the cult and the royal family were on the same side, but then a fierce conflict broke out between the cult and the royal family. That conflict nearly destroyed the cult. Although it survived, it was severely weakened, so for the past century, cult members have kept a low profile and rarely appeared in public.

"It's just a shame that even though our cult has retreated so much, the court still keeps slandering us, blaming every bad thing in the martial world on us... Hmph, when Young Master reclaims the position of cult leader in the future, you must revive our cult and teach the court a lesson!"