The Taixu Institute is an immortal cultivation educational institution established by the authorities in every city, and it is the only path for commoners to achieve social mobility.

In the parlance of that world, it is equivalent to a high school, and the top student is akin to being ranked first in academic performance.

Such a status, compared to the power of the The Carter Family, is not just a little inferior—it’s worlds apart.

“Wait... this Emily Harris...”

Henry Carter noticed something odd in his memories.

“A man should be broad-minded, and learn to be tolerant and understanding.”

“A man should do everything possible to make his future wife happy, obey her, satisfy her, and give her the best of everything.”

“A gentleman never argues with the woman he loves, or who loves him; doing so only makes him seem petty.”

Over the years, Emily Harris had been instilling these ideas into the original host.

On the surface, it seemed she wanted Henry Carter to be a responsible, capable, and dependable man.

But in reality, over two years, the original host had gradually changed from a fairly normal scion of a noble family into what, in that world’s terms, would be called a “bootlicker.”

With today’s kind of rhetoric, if the original host hadn’t been replaced, he probably would have trusted her, given up on taking revenge against Edward Bennett, and tried to defeat him honorably through his own efforts to redeem his humiliation.

“This woman...”

Emily Harris is the youngest daughter of Charles Harris, president of the Lin Chamber of Commerce—the top chamber in Baiyu City. Two years ago, at a gathering, the original host fell in love with her at first sight and, disregarding the difference in family status, arranged the engagement.

Thinking back now...

Was he seduced?

Then, over the next two years, the original host, a normal person, was trained by Emily Harris to be utterly obedient, bit by bit.

The cultivation resources allocated by the The Carter Family were secretly handed over by him; whenever the Lin Chamber of Commerce had trouble, he would step in to resolve it; even secret cultivation techniques were taught by him in secret.

As a result, at eighteen, he was only at the second level of Qi Refining, while seventeen-year-old Emily Harris had already reached the peak of the third level.

She only needed to break through one more level to reach the mid-stage of Qi Refining and would be able to catch up with the Taixu Institute’s promotion exam to the Taixu Hall in six months.

Henry Carter found it hard to believe.

This world is nothing like the law-based society of his previous life.

It’s a feudal autocracy.

However, those in charge are not officials or nobles, but city lords and the ten top-level institutes that assist them.

The ten top-level institutes govern the populace and answer to the city lord.

The 138 city lords answer to the ten hall-level institutions of the Southern Domain.

The ten hall-level institutions answer to the Lord of the Southern Domain.

Every position in each “institute” and “hall” is monopolized by the top immortal cultivation families. No matter how wealthy a merchant is, they can only exist by attaching themselves to a cultivation family; otherwise, they are just lambs to the slaughter.

Rebellion?

A powerful Golden Core cultivator can split rivers, fly at supersonic speeds, and is basically equivalent to the most advanced fully loaded bomber.

In a society where power is vested in the individual, what do commoners or merchants have to rebel with?

“An ancient society... and one with cultivators. The original host, backed by the The Carter Family, a giant that controls one of the Ten Halls—the Xuntian Hall—was actually completely manipulated by a merchant’s daughter.”

After figuring this out, Henry Carter could only say: people in ancient times were too naive.

How did the Lin Chamber of Commerce manage to rise from one of the six major chambers in Baiyu City to the number one chamber in just two years? The The Carter Family deserves most of the credit.

...

“Franklin Grant, Franklin Grant, where is my chief bodyguard?”

Henry Carter called out quickly.

“Here, young master.”

A boy of about seventeen or eighteen, skinny as a monkey, ran over from the courtyard. “Your chief bodyguard... Young master, did you forget? Last month, because he said something bad about the young mistress, you sent him back.”

“What about the steward assigned to me by the family?”

“You said the steward was too old, lifeless, and didn’t match the mindset and bearing of a young person like you, so you sent him away half a year ago.”

“What about my personal maid?”

“You also said that having a bunch of girls fluttering around you all day would sap your masculinity and make you indecisive when it came to big matters, so you sent them away.”

Henry Carter kept comparing these memories in his mind like a dream.

All those so-called reasons were actually things Emily Harris had casually mentioned in a “for your own good” tone, but the original host, who was deeply infatuated at the time, believed them and immediately acted on them.

Henry Carter couldn’t help but take a sharp breath.

This Emily Harris...

She had the original host completely wrapped around her finger, and yet he was happy to be so, thinking Emily Harris was gentle, considerate, and understanding.

“As expected, bootlickers have no intelligence whatsoever...”

Henry Carter rubbed his brow.

“Young master?”

“Go to the communications office and send a message home—summon my bodyguard and steward!”

ordered Henry Carter.

As for going home...

In this world, there is such a thing as “body possession.”

His situation was somewhat similar to “body possession.”

Before figuring out whether his “soul transmigration” would be detected by high-level cultivators, he dared not act rashly.

...

After Franklin Grant left, Henry Carter gradually sorted out the original host’s memories.

Very soon, his eyes began to shine.

Immortal cultivation?

In this world, one can cultivate immortality!