"That's something for the distant future—let's talk about it later!"

William Foster curled his lips, thinking this old man seemed to be planning a bit too far ahead. Right now, let alone the position of cult leader, he wasn't even sure if he could keep his own life—he certainly didn't believe that Edward Grant, who was known for leaving no loose ends, would be so kind as to ignore him. Not to mention, the iron token in his hand—even if it didn't hold some earth-shattering secret—was said to be the cult leader's token, which made it an extremely important item for the Holy Sect. Just this alone would be enough to draw that demon over.

They chatted idly for a while longer. William Foster mainly wanted to ask about some common knowledge of the martial world, but unfortunately, Matthew Reed was only his grandfather's personal servant, and the Holy Sect had been in seclusion for years, so most of what he learned were trivial tidbits about the sect. There really wasn't much useful information.

By the time they finished talking, William Foster felt his nerves had gone numb. In any case, he was now certain of one thing: the problem of food wasn't solved, and now he'd gotten himself into even bigger trouble!

Perhaps the only thing to be thankful for was that nothing would happen in the short term, and with Matthew Reed by his side, maybe things would be a little better?

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Matthew Reed said, "Just now, young master mentioned the issue of money. After thinking it over, I believe this matter can't be delayed. Also, your body seems rather weak, so while I'm out getting some money, I'll also look for a few medicinal herbs to help improve your constitution!"

"So...?"

"So, I will be away for a few days. Young master, just stay at home and wait! As for the Holy Sect... Edward Grant is busy reorganizing internally and won't have time to spare for a while. Plus, this place is quite remote, so you'll be safe for the time being!"

With that, without waiting for William Foster to ask more, he turned and walked out the main door, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"He just left like that? This old man really is impatient!"

He had wanted to say a few more words, but in the end didn't get the chance. But thinking about it, it didn't matter—he said he'd be back in a few days at most, so what was there to worry about?

But recalling everything that had happened today, he really wondered if he'd just had some absurd daydream. Unfortunately, the heavy weight of the two iron tokens in his hand made it clear: all of this was real!

"Looks like things are going to get lively from now on!"

For a moment, he actually felt a bit lost, suddenly unsure of what he should do. Lowering his head, he happened to see the two iron tokens.

"Maybe I should try to figure them out? Who knows, maybe I'll become a master overnight!"

With a self-mocking bitter smile, William Foster took the two halves of the iron token, holding one in each hand, and slowly brought them together. Almost the instant the two tokens touched, William Foster felt a sharp pain in his head, followed by a wave of dizziness. When he finally managed to recover and look around, he found himself standing in a pitch-black space.

"Damn? Did I transmigrate again?" He looked around—up, down, left, right, front, back—everything was pitch black, nothing at all. Strangely, though, he could see himself clearly, and he was definitely standing on solid ground.

"Could this be before Pangu split heaven and earth?"

Just as he was feeling bewildered, a flash of light suddenly appeared before his eyes, and a screen materialized out of thin air, shining with a few large words: "New user detected, mental strength meets activation standard. Welcome to the Master Master Master Master Training System Terminal 2.0!"

William Foster stared blankly at everything in front of him. Then, the screen changed again, and another line of text appeared: "First-time user detected. User is an ordinary person. You are granted one free basic tutorial!"

As he read these words, William Foster suddenly felt his vision blur, and a person appeared before him.

It was an elderly man with white hair, wearing a long robe. Though thin, he looked full of energy, and his eyes were so sharp that one dared not meet them directly.

After appearing, the old man ignored William Foster's reaction and introduced himself, "My name is Charles Bennett. As your basic tutorial instructor, I will give you ten hours of free guidance. The technique I will teach you is called 'Wild Ball Fist'!"

"What the heck? Wild Ball Fist?"

Already overwhelmed by the string of bizarre events, William Foster was completely stunned by this martial art, even suspecting he'd misheard.

But Charles Bennett didn't give him any explanation or chance to ask questions. "You only have ten hours of free instruction, so make the most of it. As for other questions, you'll have to figure them out yourself when you have time. Now, pay close attention to what I teach you, so you can continue practicing after the tutorial ends..."

With that, regardless of William Foster's opinion, he began teaching. Although William Foster was still muddleheaded, he wasn't stupid—he knew he couldn't let this opportunity slip by, so he put everything else aside and earnestly started learning this rather 'shocking' Wild Ball Fist.

At first, he didn't take Wild Ball Fist seriously. Even though he remembered a certain single-player game where this martial art was said to be invincible at max level, he didn't believe this so-called Master Training System would be so generous as to give him such a powerful technique right off the bat.

But once he started learning, he realized that even if Wild Ball Fist wasn't that overpowered, it was still extremely useful.