Matthew Wright bowed deeply to William Harris, his gaze toward Ethan Clark filled with overwhelming anger and murderous intent.

 “Greetings, Sect Master!”

 All the disciples of the Longevity Sect bowed in unison, their voices perfectly synchronized, shaking the very clouds.

 Yet only Ethan Clark stood there calmly, showing not the slightest intention of bowing to William Harris.

 “Ethan Clark, how dare you not salute the Sect Master upon seeing him? I say you must be a spy from another sect, a traitor deserving of death!”

 Matthew Wright shouted angrily, glaring fiercely at Ethan Clark.

 But he dared not attack Ethan Clark again; the terrifying thunder just now had left a deep shadow in his heart.

Chapter 0009: The Holy Son of the Longevity Sect

 “Patriarch Harris, what glory the Longevity Sect had ten thousand years ago! At your command, none under heaven dared disobey! Now the sect is in chaos, filled with those who only bully their own and oppress their peers. You bear a great responsibility for this!”

 Ethan Clark stared at William Harris and spoke calmly.

 The Longevity Sect was Jinse’s sect, and back then Ethan Clark had poured much effort into cultivating countless strong disciples for it. Seeing the sect in its current state, he naturally felt quite angry.

 “How dare you!”

 “You little brat, how dare you address Patriarch Harris like that? Kneel and accept your death!”

 Both Matthew Wright and Chad Wright, grandfather and grandson, shouted, their eyes brimming with murderous intent as they glared at Ethan Clark.

 In their eyes, Ethan Clark’s own cultivation was insignificant; he relied only on those strange thunders. But the Sect Master’s divine skills were unparalleled, easily dispelling the thunder. Killing Ethan Clark should be a simple matter.

 William Harris’s gaze also fell upon Ethan Clark, deep and vast, like a boundless starry sky, encompassing all things, able to intoxicate and ensnare.

 Yet Ethan Clark’s expression remained calm and composed, as if completely unaffected.

 After a moment, William Harris suddenly gave a bitter smile, his lips moving slightly as a faint voice reached Ethan Clark’s ears directly.

 “You know, with a sect this large, all kinds of people exist. Some competition is good for the disciples’ growth. I can’t manage everything myself. I understand what happened today; it was indeed the Law Enforcement Hall’s fault! We can set this matter aside for now. But what I’m curious about is—how were you able to control the Longevity Sect’s protective grand array?”

 After speaking, William Harris stared intently at Ethan Clark, his eyes showing a hint of anticipation—and a trace of murderous intent.

 It was as if, should Ethan Clark say a single wrong word, he would strike and kill him on the spot.

 “No need to be so tense.”

 Ethan Clark said calmly, as if he hadn’t noticed the murderous intent in William Harris’s eyes.

 “The Longevity Sect’s protective grand array is called the Longevity Sealing God Array. It was set up ten thousand years ago by the Swallowing Heaven Supreme and the Longevity Supreme together. Its power is unmatched; it’s said to be able to slaughter demons and seal gods. Even a Supreme expert would surely die if caught within. After ten thousand years, the reason the Longevity Sect still exists is largely thanks to the Longevity Sealing God Array. After all, back then the Swallowing Heaven Supreme made many enemies…”

 A trace of bitterness appeared at the corner of Ethan Clark’s mouth, though he didn’t see the growing shock on William Harris’s face.

 What Ethan Clark spoke of were the Longevity Sect’s most secret traditions, known only to successive Sect Masters. How could this youth possibly know them?

 “As for who I am? I am Ethan Clark!”

 Ethan Clark said calmly, but his voice carried an invincible dominance and majesty.

 “Ethan Clark?! How can you bear that name? Who exactly are you?”

 William Harris’s gaze suddenly trembled, and he cried out in shock, a storm raging in his heart as his curiosity about Ethan Clark’s identity grew ever deeper.

 The name Ethan Clark was, for those who knew the Longevity Sect’s history, a symbol of glory, pride, and taboo!

 Because, ten thousand years ago, the number one person under heaven, the Swallowing Heaven Supreme, was named Ethan Clark!

 “I am who I am. I am Ethan Clark! The revival of the Longevity Sect is destined to fall upon my shoulders. Your martial talent is not bad; with only a fragment of the Longevity Scripture, you managed to break through to the Grandmaster realm—not bad at all! But your temperament is too soft; you’re not suited to be the head of a sect. When I have time, I’ll teach you the true Longevity Supreme Scripture!”

 “How do you know about the Longevity Supreme Scripture? Who are you really? Ethan Clark, Ethan Clark… Impossible, the man from ten thousand years ago is already dead. What are you after?”

 The shock in William Harris’s heart grew ever stronger, and even his Grandmaster’s composure was hard to maintain. It showed just how much Ethan Clark’s words had shaken him.

 The Longevity Supreme Scripture was the sect’s ultimate art left by the Longevity Supreme, but after the chaos ten thousand years ago, it had become incomplete.

 The complete Longevity Supreme Scripture was a Supreme-level technique, pointing directly to the Supreme Dao. What William Harris possessed was only a small part—the Longevity Scripture, which contained only the cultivation methods for the Vein Opening, True Qi, Spirit Transformation, and Dragon-Tiger realms.

 As for breaking through to the Grandmaster realm, that was something he had figured out on his own.

 “Sect Master, I have only one request: I want to become the Holy Son of the Longevity Sect! Please believe me—no one is more suited to be the Holy Son of the Longevity Sect than I am!”