He focused his mind slightly, and suddenly his body trembled. His feet began to move in a strange martial pattern, then his hands came together, forming a peculiar hand seal, as he chanted a Sanskrit syllable: "Duo!"

All of a sudden, a surge of vital energy appeared around him, swirling and flying about, making his blue robe flutter noisily. At the same time, Henry Carter suddenly stepped forward, his right hand forming a claw, drawing in the vital energy as he reached for Master Grant's shoulder.

The vital energy took shape, and at the base of his right thumb, a faint dragon's head appeared, fierce and terrifying.

The steward Jack Grant was startled at the sight, but Master Grant remained motionless, allowing him to grab his shoulder.

With Master Grant's cultivation, if this young man meant him harm, he could instantly strike back with deadly force.

Henry Carter's right palm merely pressed on Master Grant's shoulder before withdrawing at once. With a faint "hiss," the dragon-head shadow on his hand actually bit out a thick strand of black energy from within Master Grant, which struggled desperately in the dragon's mouth. Henry Carter closed his right hand into a fist, then opened it slightly, and the dragon's head swallowed the black energy in one gulp. At the same time, Master Grant's expression suddenly changed, and he spat out a mouthful of black blood.

Chapter Two: The Great Illness Immortal Art

"Courting death!"

Seeing Master Grant spit black blood, Jack Grant flew into a rage, his longsword flashing out with a "whoosh," its cold light aimed straight at Henry Carter's brow. His cultivation was not weak, but facing this sword, Henry Carter only frowned slightly, gently pushing out his right hand to slap the side of the sword, deflecting it. Then, with a light leap, he moved more than ten feet away, quietly watching Master Grant, who had just spat out black blood.

Jack Grant was about to attack again when a cold shout rang out: "Stop!"

Jack Grant was startled and turned to see Master Grant slowly rising, his expression solemn, and his complexion seemingly much improved.

"Young sir, to possess such divine skill—please forgive my earlier blindness..."

Master Grant stood up, walked forward two steps, cupped his fists, and bowed deeply.

"Master, just now you..." Jack Grant was puzzled.

Master Grant waved his hand lightly and said, "Quickly apologize to the young sir. The black blood I just spat out was filth that had accumulated in my body for ten years. Now that it's expelled, my vital energy flows smoothly, my vitality is rising, and the illness is gone!"

"This..."

Jack Grant hurriedly dropped his sword, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed to Henry Carter, crying, "Jack Grant was disrespectful, please forgive me, sir!"

Henry Carter smiled and said, "Get up. At your age, don't kneel so easily."

Jack Grant was stunned and could only stand up. Being lectured by this young man at his age left him with a rather odd expression.

"Now that the illness is cured, I should be on my way!"

Henry Carter said with a smile, turning to leave.

Master Grant quickly stepped forward and called, "Young sir, please wait! You have cured my illness, at the very least allowing me to live another hundred years. Such great kindness, I will never forget. If you have any request, I will grant it without hesitation..."

Henry Carter turned his head and smiled, "I already said, I want nothing. But the three rules and one command I mentioned to you earlier—you must remember them well!"

With that, he turned around, slung the big gourd on his back, and drifted away, leaving only Master Grant and Jack Grant behind, as if in a dream.

"Master... he... really wants nothing? He didn't even leave his name..."

Jack Grant was utterly puzzled, not expecting the young man to leave just like that.

Master Grant sighed softly, his expression a bit strange, and said quietly, "Those with true skill often have odd tempers. Let him be. When the Great Illness Command comes, I will do my best for him!"

He spoke from the heart, for in the eyes of others, he himself was an eccentric old man with unpredictable moods.

"This old man Grant has decent cultivation. The trace of illness in him could at least be refined into a second-grade pill..."

Henry Carter slowed down only after walking three miles away, silently calculating in his mind, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

Master Grant and Jack Grant were completely baffled by his actions, thinking he was a strange doctor uninterested in fame or fortune, but they had no idea that everything he did was for the sake of cultivation.

Henry Carter was actually not a native of this world, but had transmigrated from a blue planet.

He was born into a merchant family in Four Symbols City. With the foundation of memories from his previous life, he had shown exceptional intelligence since childhood and was always doted on by Mr. Carter, who granted his every wish. Later, when he was seven, an immortal passing through Four Symbols City discovered his extraordinary talent—a promising seed for cultivation. Thus, together with the young master of the Xiao family, Edward Bennett, he was taken to the Immortal Sect to become a disciple.

However, after entering the Immortal Sect, they did not immediately receive true teachings. Instead, they started as outer disciples, building their foundation by learning astrology, medicine, divination, martial arts, and mental techniques—everything had to be studied. Only those who performed exceptionally well within seven years could be selected as inner disciples; otherwise, they would be expelled from the sect and sent back to the mortal world.

Among that group, Henry Carter's performance could only be described as average, with nothing particularly outstanding. However, he was kind-hearted and once helped an ailing old man within the sect.

To his surprise, that sick old man turned out to be a grand elder of the sect, and the master of Sitting Forget Peak, one of the sect's ten great peaks.