Not to mention, figures from before the Divine Emperor Era.

In recent days, he had barely managed to recall that ten thousand years ago in the Cloud Realm, there was indeed a renowned Heavenly Fox Clan.

However, without new clues, it was truly difficult to discern which demon king his so-called ‘father’ actually was.

Ethan was still sitting to the side, her brows furrowed in worry. Henry Clark raised his eyebrows, silently took out a willow-leaf talisman blade, which spun between his five fingers like fluttering butterflies. Thin as a cicada’s wing, yet surprisingly weighty, it felt completely different from an ironwood throwing knife.

The runes carved on the blade were quite similar to those on the pine-patterned wind sword he had purchased. One was “speed,” the other “sharpness.”

When this blade was thrown, it was even faster, and its tip even sharper. If there was any difference, it was that it had been improved over thirteen thousand years. Its effectiveness far surpassed anything of this era.

Some extra lines had also been added—completely useless, yet not affecting its function—making it difficult for others to discern the true mysteries of this talisman blade.

As soon as he held the blade, Henry Clark could sense that the spirit-forger enshrined in the Armory Pavilion was truly extraordinary. The length was precise to the millimeter, the amount of blood copper added was just right, distributed within like veins. The spiritual energy patterns on the blade were flawless.

He continued to spin it until he was thoroughly familiar with the blade’s shape, balance, weight, and thickness. Only then did the flashing blade suddenly come to a halt.

This was also one of the key points of the Six Divine Blade Arts: if you weren’t intimately familiar with your throwing knife, how could you throw it with deadly accuracy, striking unerringly and taking lives?

The best method was to forge it yourself. But under current conditions, that was clearly unrealistic, so he had to make do.

Blade handle outward, tip inward, pointed at his palm. Henry Clark held it loosely, closed his eyes, and sat in silence. Threads of true qi flowed into the blade, then circulated back through the red copper veins inside.

At this moment, within his body, aside from the qi sea and fetal wheel, each having four opened acupoints, there were five other bright points of light—one on his right arm and one on his left chest—independent of the nine main meridian wheels.

These were extraordinary external acupoints, with the attribute of wind. Later medical texts would name them Spirit Pool, Luan Platform, Wind Mist, True Bright, and Wind Watch. After opening the four fetal wheel acupoints, the essence extracted from the blue crystal was used by Henry Clark to impact these five extraordinary acupoints.

Now, not only had these points been opened, but they were also filled with true qi transformed from wind beast essence. The amount stored in each acupoint far exceeded the circulating “qi” in the fetal wheel.

This was also a secret art he had found in later generations: opening extraordinary acupoints to increase qi power.

The Six Divine Blade Arts: wield the blade with qi, nourish the edge with spirit.

He was still far from achieving the latter, but with the true qi stored in these five acupoints, he could barely manage the former—wielding the blade with qi.

Threads of true qi continued to pour in and circulate. In less than half a moment, Henry Clark actually began to sense a faint spiritual connection with the blade in his hand.

He stopped there for now and switched to another throwing knife. With his current level, to nourish the blade with spirit and wield it as an extension of his will was simply impossible.

In just a short while, the Cloud-Turning Car beneath him had already passed through the Ancient Spirit Market and was once again speeding across the open fields.

The scenery outside the window flashed by rapidly, and several figures standing on distant hills entered his view.

Suddenly feeling a sharp pain between his brows, Henry Clark set down the blade and looked out the window.

“That’s George Clark and those two Li brothers. Hmm? Ethan, do you know who that person is?”

Beside George Clark, there was now an old man. His face was gaunt, he carried a long sword, and his hands resembled bird claws.

Ethan had noticed the figures outside even before him. At this moment, her pupils shrank to needle points.

“That is Owen, the Fiery Sword Owen!”

Chapter 010: Fiery Sword Owen

“Fiery Sword Owen?”

Henry Clark pondered for a moment, then shook his head. He had no recollection of this name.

But just by looking, he could tell this person was indeed remarkable.

His skin faintly glimmered with a metallic bronze sheen, clearly as tough as steel. He had trained his body to the point where even his skin was like iron—almost at the peak of internal refinement.

Of the nine main meridians, he had opened at least seven. His aura was as sharp as a blade, having grasped the true essence of the sword. Such a figure, even a hundred years later in the Cloud Realm, would still have a place. He was on the same level as William Harris, the expert at his side.

“Young master hasn’t heard of him?”

After her initial shock, Ethan’s expression returned to normal. Her tone was calm and indifferent, without the slightest fluctuation: “He is Senior Brother to George Clark, both disciples of the Duyang Sect. Two years ago, to escape pursuit, he single-handedly slew five secret martial masters of Defeng City in half a day and left at his leisure. It’s said the entire western part of the Eastern Cloud Realm was shaken. The number of martial artists who have died by his hand is rumored to be in the hundreds—”

Henry Clark nodded slightly. He had heard of Defeng City, a major human city near the Ice Sea. Its strength was formidable, not inferior to some small nations. It attracted countless experts and possessed many exquisite martial arts legacies.