Charles Walker's face darkened as he said coldly, "You're nothing but a discarded disciple from an immortal mountain, and you dare to put on airs in front of me? Do you really think I care about a few taels of silver? Let me make it clear: the one I'm taking today is this person. If you step aside, I won't bother with you, but if you dare meddle, I'll tear you apart along with the rest! Keep smashing!"

Hearing the young master's order, the group of thugs immediately charged in again.

"Sigh, can't even get a couple days of peace!"

Henry Carter let out a sigh, suddenly stepped forward, and reached out to grab the thug closest to him.

That thug had been watching him closely. As soon as he saw Henry Carter trying to stop him, he cursed and swung a punch. However, Henry Carter's movements were so fast he couldn't even see them. His punch landed on thin air, and before he knew it, his body felt light—Henry Carter had effortlessly tossed him out the door. Then, one after another, Henry Carter grabbed and threw, and in an instant, seven or eight strong men were all thrown out cleanly.

"Looks like you did learn a thing or two at the immortal sect... Fine, it's been a while since I've had a good fight—my hands are itching!"

Charles Walker's face turned even gloomier. He placed his hand on his waist, and suddenly leapt toward Henry Carter.

While still in midair, he drew a gleaming, flexible sword from his waist, and with a "swish," slashed it toward Henry Carter's eyes.

"You're actually trying to destroy my eyes?"

Henry Carter was furious. With his experience, he could tell this strike was aimed straight at his eyes—this was no feint.

This Young Master Walker was truly ruthless. Over a simple dispute, he dared to go for his eyes with a sword.

Rage surged in his heart. He suddenly gathered his true energy and struck out with his palm, unleashing a tremendous force.

Before Charles Walker's flexible sword could even get close to Henry Carter, it was suppressed by the force, the blade suddenly bent back and stabbed into his own shoulder. Then, the force slammed into him, sending him flying backward.

But before Henry Carter let him hit the ground, he flashed outside, grabbed him by the collar, and lifted him up.

"How much silver does she owe you?"

Henry Carter looked calmly into Charles Walker's eyes and asked.

"You bastard Meng, if you dare hurt me today, I swear I'll be your mortal enemy..."

It took Charles Walker a moment to recover, then he gritted his teeth and cursed furiously.

He had thought Henry Carter was just a discarded disciple with no real skills, an easy target, but he hadn't expected to be completely defeated.

Just from that one palm strike, he knew he was no match for Henry Carter.

Still, he refused to admit defeat, hoping to rely on his family's influence to turn things around.

However, before he could finish, Henry Carter slapped him hard across the face.

"How much silver does she owe you?"

Charles Walker was stunned, only then realizing he'd just been slapped in public. His anger surged, and he shouted, "You bastard Meng—"

"Smack..."

Henry Carter slapped him again, then again, and again.

Charles Walker still refused to beg for mercy, but he hadn't expected Henry Carter to be so ruthless—he landed more than a dozen slaps in quick succession.

"How much silver does she owe you?"

Only when Charles Walker's face was swollen like a pig's head did Henry Carter stop and ask again.

"T-ten... taels..."

Charles Walker was completely dazed. He was stubborn and sly, but not stupid—he knew a wise man doesn't fight when the odds are against him.

"Hmph, and you dare smash up someone's shop over ten taels of silver?"

As Henry Carter sneered, he reached into his clothes, but suddenly paused—he realized he actually didn't have any silver on him.

Chapter 5: Vexing Worldly Matters

It turned out that after returning home, Henry Carter had changed out of his usual clothes and forgotten to take the loose silver with him. After all, he was only out to return a bowl this time, and he was the type to just get by, rarely needing much silver. When he left the mountain, he only brought less than ten taels, and it was almost all spent.

"You dare smash up a shop for ten taels of silver? Do you have any idea how much the things in this shop are worth..."

Henry Carter awkwardly withdrew his hand, deciding to bluff Charles Walker with his momentum.

"Y-you say... how much... then that's... how much..."

Charles Walker stammered, two of his teeth knocked out, his words now whistling through the gaps.

"How about this: since you smashed up the shop, you should at least pay a hundred taels. Since Miss Xiao Qiao owes you ten taels, you can hand over ninety taels, and we'll call it even. If I see you here again, I'll beat you up!"

"...Fine... fine..."

Charles Walker said as he reached for the money pouch at his waist.

"Hmph, leave it all and get lost!"

Henry Carter yanked the money pouch from Charles Walker's waist, then tossed him aside like garbage.

"Young master... young master..."

The Walker family's servants hurried over to help him up.

"Let's go..."

Charles Walker shot a venomous glare at Henry Carter, but didn't dare say anything, and left with his group of servants.

"This Young Master Carter is really something. Young Master Walker studied under Master Leng, the seventh disciple of the Sword Hut, and is said to be a skilled fighter. Yet in Young Master Carter's hands, he was like a little chick, completely helpless..."