The chefs in the cafeteria were even more frustrated. If Andrew Carter still only had the power of three meridians like before, they would have kicked him out long ago. But recently, it was rumored that this kid had suddenly broken through to the power of six meridians, which had already attracted the attention of Leonard Carter, so they couldn’t afford to neglect him.

Under the intentional slander of Jason Carter’s subordinates, within a few days, the reputation of Andrew Carter as a “good-for-nothing glutton” had already spread.

……

“I really didn’t expect that the Heart Demon of the Immortal Emperor would have such an effect!” Andrew Carter walked along the road, secretly amazed. After his binge eating, his stomach actually transformed the digested food directly into pure vital energy!

If those lackeys of Jason Carter found out, their eyes would probably pop out of their heads.

But this secret was something Andrew Carter would absolutely never brag about to anyone.

That wild feast just now was as effective as four hours of cultivation! And in fact, he had only eaten for half an hour. Calculating it this way, “gluttony” was even more effective for improving his cultivation than actual training.

Although Andrew Carter still wasn’t full, the blood and energy of ordinary wild beasts was lacking, so eating them was useless. Ferocious beasts, on the other hand, were too powerful—even a first-rank ferocious beast was equivalent to a human martial artist at the Life Origin Realm, and he still couldn’t hunt one alone.

Thinking of the soon-to-be-released Jason Carter, he shook his head and decided to go cultivate, enduring his hunger—in reality, he wasn’t truly hungry anymore.

However, the side effects of “gluttony” were too intense. Even when Andrew Carter reached the area near the waterfall and pool, his stomach still burned with hunger.

But after sitting down cross-legged and cultivating for an hour, that feeling gradually faded.

Around the pool, the vital energy of heaven and earth was extremely dense. Andrew Carter operated the Xuanhuang Qi-Gathering Technique, letting the vortex of his cultivation method expand to a diameter of five zhang, spinning as lively bubbles of vital energy merged into his body, his improvement rapid.

By mid-afternoon, he got up and practiced martial arts by the pond.

He had already completely mastered the body technique of the Bluefish Transformation, but Andrew Carter still felt it wasn’t smooth enough. Now, with a pond right there, he jumped into the water and began practicing the technique.

A blue shadow darted through the water like a big fish, agile and ever-changing, moving with the flow, not even causing a ripple on the surface.

By evening, he was once again so hungry his stomach was sticking to his back, so he rushed to the dining hall for a big meal—the chefs had specially prepared three huge buckets of rice and dozens of dishes for him.

But after eating, Andrew Carter found the effect was the same as at noon. Although the quantity had increased, the amount of ferocious beast meat, spirit vegetables, and spirit rice—the foods that actually helped his cultivation—was still the same, with only more ordinary ingredients added.

Andrew Carter was greatly disappointed.

Seeing his disappointed expression, the chefs sneered, “Want to eat higher-level ingredients? Then you’d better have the ability to go up to the next floor!”

Andrew Carter said nothing. He knew he wasn’t strong enough yet, and arguing was pointless.

But even though he wanted to endure, someone wouldn’t let him off. Suddenly, a sharp voice rang out from the second floor: “A useless glutton like him will never have a chance to come upstairs in this lifetime!”

Andrew Carter looked up. On the second floor stood a man dressed in black, his face pale as a ghost. One hand rested on the railing, the other behind his back, and in the dead of winter, his folding fan was half-open, striking a pose of cold arrogance.

“That’s Owen Carter! I heard he’s already at the peak of seven meridians’ power, and could break through to eight meridians at any time.”

“A true martial disciple has shown up. Andrew Carter won’t be able to act arrogant in front of him.”

The disciples nearby whispered among themselves, while Jason Carter’s lackeys were even more excited, clenching their fists in anticipation, hoping Owen Carter would come down and give Andrew Carter a good lesson.

Owen Carter was not from the Anhuai Sun clan, but a member of the Sun clan branch in neighboring Wulong County.

Previously, he and Andrew Carter had no real conflict, but Andrew Carter recalled that during this trip home, his father had mentioned in passing that his uncle was working on a business deal with the Wulong Sun clan. It was likely that the Wulong Sun clan wanted to curry favor with his uncle Samuel Carter, so Owen Carter was taking this opportunity to make trouble for him.

Sure enough, Owen Carter didn’t disappoint those lackeys. He walked down step by step, exuding a natural aura of oppression, and came to stand before Andrew Carter. With a snap, he closed his folding fan, pointing it at Andrew Carter’s face like a sharp sword: “Glutton! I’m talking about you. Not convinced? You’re destined to have no hope in this life. As long as I’m here, I’ll always suppress you, never letting you rise!”

“That’s the third-rank martial technique, Soul-Piercing Sword!” Someone recognized the stance of Owen Carter pointing his folding fan at Andrew Carter as a high-level sword technique.

Even in the ancestral land, third-rank martial techniques were very rare, and only true martial disciples could practice them.

Although Owen Carter only held a folding fan, he had studied the Soul-Piercing Sword for a whole year. Even with a dead branch, he could display the essence of the sword technique.

So everyone knew that Andrew Carter, pointed at by Owen Carter’s folding fan, was under immense sword pressure.

Cold sweat gradually seeped from Andrew Carter’s forehead. The peak of seven meridians’ power and a third-rank martial technique—either one alone would put pressure on him, but not be truly terrifying.

But combined, they were astonishing.

Owen Carter was not Jason Carter; he had already been a true martial disciple for a whole year!

Crack! Under the immense pressure, Andrew Carter’s feet suddenly sank, smashing the wooden floor beneath him.