He was the eldest senior brother in name only, but he knew very well in his heart that his level of martial skill wasn’t even enough to withstand a single blow from others.

However, fortunately, he hadn’t become the eldest senior brother because of his martial prowess in the first place. His actual abilities were basically zero, but since the entire Hong Song Sect was practically supported and run by his family alone—everyone here relied on his family’s money for their food, drink, and daily needs—both Yvonne Harris and the Edward Grant siblings treated him with great respect. Even though his martial skills were poor in the dojo, he was the one who provided for everyone’s livelihood, so there was no helping it.

“What do you want?!” Samuel Wright was clearly no match for Yvonne Harris, and now his face was full of wariness and unease. Some of the disciples from Hengdao Sect on the ground were struggling to get up; some had their arms in slings, clearly broken, some had several fingers cut off, and others were pale as a sheet, obviously suffering internal injuries, with blood spat all over the floor.

Samuel Wright had also heard about the situation at Hong Song Sect. He originally thought that with the strongest Daoist of Hong Song dead, he could take advantage, but he hadn’t expected Yvonne Harris to be so formidable! Her Xiao Guiyuan Technique was almost at the second level, wasn’t it?

Chapter 2: Secret Technique

“Old rules of the jianghu!” Yvonne Harris quickly shouted. After speaking, she glanced uneasily at Henry Clark.

Henry Clark had no experience at all, so he nodded at her, signaling for her to handle it herself. In the memories lingering in his mind, most of the time, those who failed to challenge the dojo had to leave some compensation. But this was his first time facing such a situation, and his heart was pounding with nerves, so he could only let Yvonne Harris take care of it.

In the end, Samuel Wright left behind all his weapons and more than ten taels of silver before retreating.

That was a considerable sum. Henry Clark did a quick calculation based on the prices in his memory—the silver was roughly equivalent to over ten thousand RMB. The weapons were also absurdly expensive; although there were only three knives in total, each one cost no less than seven or eight thousand RMB to make. Especially in an environment where weapons were strictly controlled by sects and the authorities, they were priceless. Altogether, it was an income of over thirty thousand.

Once Samuel Wright had left, Yvonne Harris put away her sword, and only then did Henry Clark feel a huge sense of relief. At this point, William Grant finally ran out from the house to start gathering up the weapons and silver on the ground, and Edward Grant fetched a bucket of water to clean up the bloodstains.

Henry Clark looked at the innocent face of Yvonne Harris. She was illiterate, not very educated, and although her wits were better than the Edward Grant siblings, there was a limit. Judging by the unconcealed affection on her face, it was clear that she had long been deeply in love with his original identity, Emily Clark.

Emily Clark came from a wealthy merchant family, was literate from a young age, and wasn’t bad-looking. He managed the dojo fairly well and never had to worry about food or clothing. In an era when literacy was a luxury, he was truly a high-level talent.

On top of that, he was good-looking and his family was rich. In modern terms, he was the standard “tall, rich, and handsome”—with a high level of education to boot!

“Sigh…” Remembering what the old man had said to him on his deathbed, and that he was now in charge of the dojo, Henry Clark suddenly found that he no longer feared the gleaming sword in Yvonne Harris’s hand, and let out a long sigh.

“Go tidy yourself up. Are you hurt anywhere?” he asked.

Yvonne Harris immediately blushed, looking a bit shy.

“A little bit hurt…”

“Where? Let me take a look.” Henry Clark was half a medical professional, so he exhaled and stepped forward to check.

“Um…” Yvonne Harris blushed even more.

“Where exactly?” Henry Clark was speechless. But seeing the odd looks from William Grant and Edward Grant nearby, he suddenly remembered that this world wasn’t like the one he came from—the boundaries between men and women were much stricter. His actions were clearly a bit inappropriate.

Even among people of the jianghu, who were supposed to be less restrained, being so unreserved was still a bit abrupt.

“It’s my leg…” Yvonne Harris lowered her head and spoke as softly as a mosquito, “Sorry to trouble you, eldest senior brother…”

“Where on your leg are you hurt?” But since he’d already spoken, his cheeks reddened a little, and he decided to just go through with it.

Yvonne Harris silently turned around, and sure enough, there was a clear knife wound on the back of her thigh. Strangely, the cut was very thin, and there wasn’t much blood.

“Sigh…” Henry Clark sighed again. He suddenly felt he was starting to adapt to life in this world.

“William Grant, go get some medicine to put on her wound.” That was all he could arrange.

“Medicine… we’re out. We’ll have to go down the mountain to buy some…” William Grant replied softly.

Only then did Henry Clark remember that medical technology in this era was very poor, and many medicines didn’t keep well and had to be used fresh. Some common external medicines were also very expensive. Without mass production, the costs were high.

Usually, he would go down the mountain and bring some back from home, but now… he was no longer the original Emily Clark, but Henry Clark. How could he go home and face his parents again?

“Let’s put this off for now…” Henry Clark could roughly identify a few herbs that could treat external injuries, as well as anti-inflammatory ones like dandelion.

After some busy work, he went up the mountain to gather a few herbs he could recognize, mashed them up, and applied them to Yvonne Harris’s wound.

Edward Grant and Edward Grant went about their usual routine of making a fire and cooking, Yvonne Harris went back to her room to cultivate, and Henry Clark found himself with nothing to do.

He found a place to sit down, gazing at the sky that was already growing dim, and felt a wave of confusion in his heart.