It was as if a thunderbolt exploded from the heavens—Ethan Clark’s entire body radiated with the sound of thunder, wisps of black energy emerging as all impurities were expelled from his body. The thirty-six meridians within him, like thirty-six true dragons, were instantly opened, filled with a jade-like brilliance.

With all thirty-six meridians connected, his energy circulated through his body’s minor heavenly cycle, and Ethan Clark felt an overwhelming sense of power throughout his being.

Ninth level of the Meridian Opening Realm!

In just the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Ethan Clark had broken through from the fourth to the ninth level of the Meridian Opening Realm—a speed truly unprecedented, surpassing all prodigies.

When Ethan Clark walked out from the Longevity Tower, he saw a crowd of disciples before the tower, all with looks of shock on their faces.

Even William Harris couldn’t hide the joy on his face.

“I don’t believe it! This is impossible, Sect Master, he must have cheated. Even if he didn’t, there must be something wrong with the Longevity Tower. I’m going to check!”

Matthew Wright was nearly driven mad. Not only had Ethan Clark broken through to the ninth level, but he had even reached the perfect tenth level. Didn’t that mean he would have to support him as the Holy Son?

In the entire history of the Longevity Sect, those who had broken through to the tenth level could be counted on two hands, and every one of them had become peerless powerhouses.

Whoosh!

Matthew Wright’s figure instantly rushed into the Longevity Tower.

But not long after, Matthew Wright came stumbling out, hair disheveled, coughing up blood, his face filled with utter terror.

The Longevity Tower was completely intact. He had nearly been killed by that monster on the sixth level, let alone breaking through to the tenth level like Ethan Clark.

Matthew Wright was left speechless.

“Elder Wright, I now declare Ethan Clark as the forty-ninth Holy Son of our Longevity Sect. You have no objections, do you?”

William Harris glanced at Matthew Wright and smiled faintly.

As the Sect Master, his lifelong wish was to restore the Longevity Sect to its former glory. Seeing Ethan Clark today filled him with boundless hope.

Now, making Ethan Clark the Holy Son, he was more than willing.

If Matthew Wright tried to obstruct him again, he might even have the heart to kill Matthew Wright.

“The Sect Master is wise. I... have no objections!”

Matthew Wright’s heart trembled, and he understood William Harris’s meaning.

Though unwilling, he knew the tide had turned. Ethan Clark becoming the Holy Son was now a foregone conclusion—there was nothing he could do to stop it.

“Greetings, Holy Son!”

“Greetings, Holy Son!”

No one knew who shouted first, but all the disciples of the Longevity Sect showed expressions of awe, bowing deeply to Ethan Clark, their voices shaking the heavens.

If before, when Ethan Clark defeated Brian Clark, Andrew Brooks, Chad Wright, and even Matthew Wright, everyone was shocked but many were unconvinced, thinking he had relied on external power—

Now, with Ethan Clark breaking through the tenth level of the Longevity Tower, all doubts were silenced, and everyone was sincerely convinced.

After all, breaking through the tenth level of the Longevity Tower meant that as long as Ethan Clark survived, he was destined to become a peerless powerhouse revered by the world.

This cry of “Holy Son” was truly heartfelt.

Chapter 0013: Little Vajra Fist

“Everyone, rise. From now on, let’s work together and train diligently. The Longevity Sect will surely regain its glory of ten thousand years past!”

Ethan Clark smiled slightly, his voice full of confidence, as if stating a fact.

Matthew Wright’s eyes flickered, and he chuckled, “Chad, the Holy Son is divinely gifted and peerless, thoroughly versed in our Longevity Sect’s martial arts. Haven’t you been troubled lately in your practice of the Little Vajra Fist? Why not quickly seek the Holy Son’s guidance?”

Chad Wright snapped out of his daze, hurriedly looked at Ethan Clark, and forced a smile, “Ling... Holy Son, I have dull talent. I’ve trained the Little Vajra Fist to the minor accomplishment stage, and though I’ve become more proficient lately, I just can’t reach the major accomplishment stage. With your unparalleled talent, you must be thoroughly familiar with the Little Vajra Fist, right?”

Martial arts cultivation is divided into four stages: entry, minor accomplishment, major accomplishment, and perfection.

Chad Wright wore a smile, but the schadenfreude in his eyes was obvious. The grandfather and grandson had a good plan: since they couldn’t stop Ethan Clark from becoming the Holy Son, they would try to set him up for a fall.

Though Ethan Clark was talented, as a menial disciple, how much could he know of the Longevity Sect’s martial arts? Especially the Little Vajra Fist, a high-level technique only inner disciples could practice?

If Ethan Clark couldn’t answer, he would surely be embarrassed in front of everyone, and the two would vent their resentment.

Ethan Clark glanced indifferently at Chad Wright, instantly seeing through his scheme.

“The Little Vajra Fist is merely a top-grade Profound-level martial art. You’ve only reached the minor accomplishment stage—truly dull-witted. Since I’m in a good mood today, I’ll give you some pointers. Show me your Little Vajra Fist.”

Hearing Ethan Clark’s indifferent words, Chad Wright felt a surge of anger. He thought, “Just wait until you can’t explain yourself—I’ll mock you mercilessly.”

Suppressing his anger, he said nothing, walked straight to the center of the square, and began to perform the Little Vajra Fist.

Boom!

Chad Wright’s Little Vajra Fist was fierce and powerful, his punches forceful. Coupled with his Spirit Transformation Realm cultivation, his set of moves truly resembled a vajra descending to the mortal world, with an astonishing aura.