With a slight smile, Henry Clark took another throwing knife in his hand. At this moment, he had barely managed to recapture that feeling from his previous life—the sense that every throw would hit its mark. What he needed to do next was just like practicing basic sword techniques or fundamental footwork: to keep training tirelessly, throw after throw, practicing the force from every angle. He had to engrave this art of the throwing knife deep into his flesh and bones, until it became pure instinct.

“This body is weak in stamina. But its strength and flexibility are truly frightening. Right now, I only possess half-demon blood—no wonder the demon race is not tolerated by humans—”

Ethan’s immense strength, and her lightning-fast land sprinting technique, were by no means solely the result of martial arts training. At least thirty percent of it came from her snow cat clan’s innate talent.

Muscles tensed, force channeled to the knife’s tip—just as the black blade flashed out the window once more, slicing through the air, Henry Clark suddenly felt a stir in his heart. Turning his head, he saw Ethan standing right at the carriage door, holding a huge bath basin in her hands, her blue eyes staring blankly at Henry Clark’s right hand.

After a moment, she murmured in a daze, “So fast! Even Ethan might not be able to block that strike from young master.”

Then her apricot eyes sparkled as she continued, “This throwing knife technique seems to be just the basics, but it’s so impressive. Hmm, smooth and fluid, crisp and concise. Was it taught by the lord? But young master is even more amazing—clearly unfamiliar and stiff, as if just starting out. But looking closer, it’s as if it’s been honed through countless trials, already reaching a state of perfection. Just now, Mr. Harris also said young master is a true genius. It’s just a pity—”

Realizing she had misspoken, Ethan hurriedly fell silent.

In Henry Clark’s eyes, however, a trace of surprise appeared once again. He hadn’t intended to hide his sword and throwing knife practice from these two.

In the fragmented memories, there was a scene of ‘him’ practicing martial arts as a child. Whether it was boxing, swordplay, hidden weapons, or any of the eighteen weapons, he had dabbled in them all. Though basic, each had an extraordinary heritage, truly embodying the essence of martial arts. And in Linhai Academy, besides literature and spiritual arts, martial arts were also taught. It was just that after the age of ten, mostly because Henry Clark couldn’t open his meridians, he stopped practicing.

So now, whatever he practiced wouldn’t arouse suspicion.

What truly surprised him was the girl’s perception. With just one glance, she had seen through the essence of his knife technique.

Simple, efficient, and swift, stripped of all unnecessary movements, maintaining precision while unleashing all available power—this was the core principle of the Six Spirits Blade Technique.

And as for the throwing knife art, he had indeed honed it to perfection, though this body was still extremely unfamiliar with it.

How could a girl like this be a maidservant to someone supposedly powerless?

Secretly amazed and suspicious, Henry Clark showed nothing on his face, only glanced calmly at the ironwood throwing knife outside the window, which had landed without the slightest deviation, and said, “No matter how well I practice the throwing knife, what’s the use? If I can’t master Qi cultivation, I’ll always be a useless person—”

These words were not just for show; he truly felt helpless.

In his mind, there were scenes of martial arts practice, but also countless scornful looks and contempt, all of which made even Henry Clark feel stifled. Though not his own memories, he could empathize, wishing he could recover his former self and sweep away all foes with his sword.

With a self-mocking smile, he saw Ethan’s expression grow more and more uneasy and ashamed. Henry Clark shook his head and fell silent. Then he looked at the wooden bucket in her hand, a puzzled look on his face: “What’s this for?”

Ethan had been full of self-blame, but at these words, she looked as if she’d been granted amnesty. She hurriedly set down the bath bucket and explained, “Young master forgot? Today is the day for your ten-day medicinal bath. Ethan is here to assist you with your bath!”

A bath?

Henry Clark’s mind instantly wavered, and for a split second, he couldn’t help but feel a trace of anticipation.

Looking into the wooden bucket, he saw it was filled with all kinds of medicinal herbs. At that moment, Ethan’s jade-like hands slapped the rim of the bucket. In an instant, water from all directions was drawn by some mysterious force and gathered into the bucket.

The water gradually heated up, and in the blink of an eye, it was boiling.

At this moment, Henry Clark’s eyes were filled with nothing but shock.

“This is dual cultivation of spirit and martial arts—”

Chapter 004: The Sensuous Medicinal Bath

Watching as the boiling water in the bucket dissolved all the herbs, then quickly cooled down,

Henry Clark stared blankly the whole time. To cultivate both spiritual arts and martial arts—this was truly extraordinary. He would have to completely reevaluate this girl’s talent and potential. In fact, even her true identity and background were probably far more than he had imagined.

Inside the carriage, steam billowed. The water in the bath bucket had cooled to a suitable temperature. Henry Clark didn’t hesitate, nor did he ask any further questions. He simply sat down in the bath. Though his stamina was weak and his body thin, giving the impression of a frail, sickly youth, his muscles were actually quite well-developed.

The moment he sat in the medicinal bath, Henry Clark felt as if his entire skin was being bitten by thousands of ants, his whole body tensing involuntarily. Below the waist, the stimulation made him instantly and uncontrollably aroused.

Ethan blushed at the sight, then also began to undress, leaving only a single layer of white, semi-transparent gauze, and stepped into the bath, sitting behind him.