This can’t go on—it’s not a good thing. As for that young man, no one knows what’s so remarkable about him that she would value him so highly. Maybe it’s just fate.

William Bolton had a discerning eye. Seeing the two of them walk into the house side by side, he didn’t say anything, but the exchange of glances and their demeanor already revealed a great deal.

And it was precisely because of Chad Brooks that he made an exception and allowed David Brooks to enter the Zhang family.

However, this intention was something he couldn’t say out loud.

Of course, he did this only in hopes that Yvonne Sullivan could make a few more friends, with no other motives. But fate is such a mysterious thing that, whenever William Bolton thought back on this impulsive decision in the days to come, he would always sigh with emotion.

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“Father, has the sword been successfully infused with spirit?” a young man with sword-like brows and bright eyes asked in delight.

Although everyone already knew the answer, Henry Brooks still couldn’t help but ask again. All eyes, including Chad Brooks, turned to David Brooks, each person feeling a mix of excitement and anticipation.

David Brooks nodded slowly, smiling as he said, “Hehe, Mr. Bolton is truly Mr. Bolton. With him personally handling it, how could it possibly fail?” He gave the longsword a slight shake, and a streak of white light instantly shot from the blade. “This sword is now a spiritual weapon.”

“A spiritual weapon…”

Everyone cried out in astonishment, their eyes filled with intense envy.

To ordinary martial artists like them, a spiritual weapon was something unattainable. Every spiritual weapon was incomparably sharp; with one in hand, one’s power could be multiplied several times over.

Moreover, some even more powerful spiritual weapons might contain extremely special abilities, making them treasures everyone dreamed of.

David Brooks laughed heartily and said, “Although my true energy cultivation has reached the ninth level, I’m not particularly gifted at inscribing spirit patterns. Over the decades, I’ve forged countless weapons and personally inscribed spirit patterns, but until today, I had never succeeded in infusing spirit.”

Everyone listened with bated breath; it was the first time they’d heard David Brooks speak so candidly.

“Heh, but from today on, things are different.” A trace of pride flashed across David Brooks’s face. “Next month, I’ll return to the sect and, with this sword as proof, join the Forging Hall.”

Henry Brooks and the others were all visibly excited. The sect had many disciples, but there were great distinctions among them. In comparison, the benefits and privileges enjoyed by disciples of the Forging Hall were truly enviable and worth pursuing.

“Uncle, does this spiritual weapon have any special abilities?” Chad Brooks hesitated for a moment before finally asking.

Some people frowned slightly; deep down, they didn’t have much affection for this junior brother who, after five years of cultivation, was still stuck at the first level of true energy.

Except for his two cousins, Henry Brooks and Frank Brooks, and Grace Bolton, he basically had no friends among his peers.

It was only because David Brooks doted on his only son that no one in the sect dared to bully him.

David Brooks chuckled softly. He channeled his true energy into the longsword, and a streak of white light immediately spread from the tip. This white light was not the mere inch-long glow of the Spirit Inscription Needle, but nearly a foot long.

For some reason, everyone felt a chill in their hearts and instinctively took a step back. They looked at the white light with awe, goosebumps rising all over.

With a slight flick of David Brooks’s wrist, the longsword slashed toward the iron rack at the side.

That iron rack was used to hold weapons during forging. Though not precious, it was made of solid steel and was certainly extremely sturdy.

Yet, when the white light from the sword swept across, it pierced deeply into the platform as if slicing through tofu.

“Ding…”

A crisp metallic clang rang out. Everyone stared in shock at the scene, deeply impressed by the sword’s sharpness.

Such a divine weapon truly deserved the name of spiritual weapon.

If one were to wield such a longsword in battle…

At that moment, excitement flickered in everyone’s eyes.

David Brooks pulled the sword out and, looking at the white glow shimmering on the blade, couldn’t help but feel overjoyed. “If I’m not mistaken, Mr. Bolton must have used an Attack Stone, making this sword indestructible and unstoppable.”

“Attack Stone.” Chad Brooks firmly memorized these four words.

David Brooks glanced around at everyone and said with a smile, “Today is a rare opportunity—why don’t you all give it a try?” He handed the longsword to his eldest son, Henry Brooks.

Henry Brooks was overjoyed. Imitating his father, he channeled true energy into the blade, also producing a foot-long white glow, though it seemed noticeably dimmer.

With a wave of his hand, he left a deep sword mark on the same platform.

After a while, he reluctantly handed the sword to his younger brother, Frank Brooks.