"Alright, since you've already made your decision, I won't try to persuade you anymore. According to what I've heard, although Helen Clark is the top beauty among this year's freshmen in our academy, her background is far from ordinary—she's of noble descent. A girl like her, a true lady of high birth, is on a level we simply can't reach. Besides, it's said she already has a fiancé. When she said she was willing to be your girlfriend and date you, she was just using you as a shield to deal with Samuel Grant. Now that you've come to terms with it, I won't say anything more. It's just a pity that, after finally meeting someone I can really talk to, we only get to be roommates for three days."

As he spoke, Scott Baker sighed, shook his head, and left the small room.

However, what he didn't know was that William Carter had barely heard a single word he just said. At this moment, even with the mental strength of a sixth-level psychic, he couldn't help but marvel once again at the vastness and profundity of this world's cultivation civilization.

"An official swordsman tempers their force; a mid-level swordsman channels force into their bones; a high-level swordsman tempers their five organs; and a great swordsman lets force flow through the whole body, achieving unity of body and energy... In that other world, I tempered my force throughout my entire body, reaching a state of absolute mastery, and thought I was already the best under heaven. But here, that only makes me a great swordsman!"

"Above the great swordsman is the swordmaster, who forges true qi, becomes impervious to blades and spears, immune to water and fire, able to scatter armies, and move freely among thousands of troops, taking the head of a general as easily as reaching into a bag..."

Compared to the end of the era of sword cultivation on Imperial Capital Star, this world—ruled by the divine Sword Monarch, where order is maintained by the sword—is a holy land for sword cultivators!

Earlier, William Carter had already learned about the structure of this world from the memories of this body.

A thousand years ago, a divine being known as the Sword Monarch descended upon this war-torn world. With supreme divine power, he performed miracles in every city with a population over a hundred thousand, built temples, and issued countless missions from within those temples. Every sword cultivator who completed a mission from the temple would receive generous rewards, leading to the flourishing of swordsmanship and the rise of sword cultivators.

At the height of its prosperity, cultivators held a status above even imperial power. The mightiest sword cultivators were so revered that even emperors of the ages would yield to them.

Even now, though for unknown reasons the missions issued by the temples have become increasingly rare and difficult, causing sword cultivation to decline and imperial power to rise, sword cultivators still hold an exalted status in this world. Any great swordsman who breaks through to the level of swordmaster will immediately be courted by countless kingdoms and empires, who will compete to bestow noble titles and offer generous terms to invite them to join their empire as a powerful ally.

At the same time, this is also the fastest path for commoners to become nobility, aside from joining the military.

But all of this...

William Carter didn't care. What truly mattered to William Carter was the perfection of this world's sword cultivation system.

A complete cultivation system.

Like a bright lamp, guiding everyone forward.

It's not just hard to walk a path with no road—it's even harder to blaze a new trail!

No one knows how difficult it was for William Carter, who had already reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship in that other world, to keep pushing forward, constantly exploring, and what a price he paid.

That feeling was like walking alone on a pitch-black road, surrounded on all sides by uncertainty, with no guidance, no hints, no companions—yet you must keep moving forward in this utter darkness, not knowing where the road leads, but still pressing on, step by step, until the end of your life.

"Whew!"

The powerful mental force of a sixth-level psychic rippled out, finally calming William Carter's heart.

Swordsman, swordmaster...

And then, as legend has it, above the swordmaster is the sword saint—transcendent, holy, surpassing imperial power.

Swordsman, swordmaster, sword saint!

This is a vast and magnificent continent, a world of immense grandeur, with the brightest and most dazzling starry sky...

And the sacred land of swordsmanship that countless sword cultivators dream of joining.

As well as that exalted deity, overlooking all, who made great contributions for the revival of swordsmanship.

"This is my world, a world that belongs entirely to us sword cultivators."

"William Carter, are you ready to face the challenges of this world?"

William Carter muttered to himself, his ring finger and pinky trembling slightly.

"Do I need to prepare? Do I need to prepare? No! Absolutely not! Because I've waited for this moment for countless years, a whole lifetime—I've spent my entire life waiting for this very moment! No, I don't need any preparation at all!"

"Clang!"

The treasured sword rang softly.

Under the tremor of his spirit, the refined steel sword tightly gripped in William Carter's hand seemed to sense the surge of heroic passion in his heart, its blade quivering lightly, resonating with its master's spirit.

William Carter gazed at the refined steel sword in his hand...