Arriving at a suite on the twelfth floor, Grace Carter knocked on the door and gently pushed it open: “Please!” David Walker saw that Grace Carter was holding the door open for him, with no intention of going in, and quickly asked, “Aren’t you coming in?” Grace Carter smiled, “The person looking for you is inside. I won’t go in.” David Walker had no choice but to brace himself and walk in.

The luxury of the suite exceeded David Walker’s imagination: gilded rosewood furniture, imitation Jun kiln porcelain, and an ancient bronze-and-wood grandfather clock… An elderly man was sitting on an ostrich leather sofa, smiling at him: “You’re here.”

David Walker thought and thought, but couldn’t recall ever meeting this old man. “Sorry, I don’t think I know you,” David Walker said. The old man nodded, “That’s right, we don’t know each other. Please, have a seat.” The old man called out, “Grace Carter, have them bring the food in.”

David Walker sat in the seat of lower rank to the old man—he at least understood these basic courtesies. The old man smiled and said, “We didn’t know each other before, but after today, we will.” The old man introduced himself: “My name is Thomas Moore, my Daoist name is Thomas Young, and Grace Carter outside is my junior nephew.” David Walker looked confused, and Thomas Moore’s expression turned serious: “You heard right, I’m a Daoist priest, and so is Grace Carter outside. It’s just that we don’t usually reveal this identity.”

David Walker was still dumbfounded. Thomas Moore felt a bit helpless—this kid really is hopeless, not a single reaction after all this time!

Suppressing his dissatisfaction, thinking of the heavenly pearl on David Walker, Thomas Moore forced a smile and said, “Let’s keep it simple. Do you know about cultivators in ancient China?” Only then did David Walker react: “Oh, yes, I’ve read novels by Huang Zhu Louzhu before!” Thomas Moore let it go and nodded, “That’s right, sword immortals and the like aren’t just fantasy—they really existed. Grace Carter and I are sword immortals.”

David Walker stood up to leave, but Thomas Moore stopped him: “What’s wrong?” David Walker laughed, “Old man, if you want to mess with me, at least come up with something more believable. Whose idea was this? Honestly, your plan can be summed up in one word: lousy!” Thomas Moore was furious, but didn’t stop him. As David Walker reached the door, suddenly a streak of flame shot past his ear into the wooden door, and black smoke immediately billowed from the door!

David Walker stared at the door in shock: “Was that… a silenced pistol?” He turned around and saw Thomas Moore snap his fingers, and a ball of ghostly blue flame appeared in his palm, as docile as a pet. David Walker’s eyes widened. Thomas Moore sneered inwardly: Let this ignorant brat witness the old Daoist’s Samadhi Spirit Fire!

This Samadhi Spirit Fire is different from the Samadhi True Fire; its nature is yin. For a man to refine Samadhi Spirit Fire is much harder than to refine the yang-natured Samadhi True Fire. Thomas Moore’s cultivation was deep, and he deliberately showed off to try to awe the clueless David Walker.

But unexpectedly, David Walker stared at it for a long time, then blurted out four words: “Divine, Marvelous, Four, Heroes!”

Volume One: A Turn of Fortune

Chapter Six: A Beautiful Future

“Pfft!” Thomas Moore’s Samadhi Spirit Fire went out. No longer able to control his anger, Thomas Moore pounced at David Walker like a vicious wolf: “You brat, this is Samadhi Spirit Fire, Samadhi Spirit Fire! The Samadhi Spirit Fire that can purify the soul—do you understand!”

David Walker really didn’t understand, but at this moment he didn’t dare admit it, because a ring of blue flames surrounded him. He had no doubt that if he said the wrong thing again, this crazy old man would have him “self-immolate”—burn up on the spot.

“Oh, oh, I get it,” David Walker stammered. Thomas Moore took a deep breath, recalling the instructions from his sect leader before leaving, and, feeling helpless, forced a somewhat friendly smile and said to David Walker, “So, would you like to learn this technique?”

David Walker sniffed the air, searching for a scent. Thomas Moore frowned, “What are you doing?” David Walker blurted out, “Seeing if there’s a smell of sulfur or phosphorus…” As soon as he said it, David Walker knew he’d said the wrong thing again. Sure enough, Thomas Moore’s face was full of anger, but he seemed to have gotten used to David Walker’s clueless behavior and actually managed to suppress his rage, giving a cold laugh: “Did you smell anything?”

David Walker awkwardly shook his head, “No.” Thomas Moore said, “Then that proves my Samadhi Spirit Fire is the real deal, and I’m not some charlatan, right?” David Walker quickly shook his head, “Of course not, of course not! Even if you were a charlatan, with such a luxurious hotel to host me, I’d accept being fooled.”

Thomas Moore could see that David Walker was just a streetwise rascal—talking to him about ideals and ambitions was pointless; better to discuss something practical. Just then, there was a knock at the door, and Grace Carter said from outside, “The food is here.” Grace Carter brought the food in. It wasn’t extravagant, but it was plentiful. David Walker had eaten every dish before, but made here, he didn’t recognize any of them.