【Mirror Master and Myriad Heavens Projection, William Turner battle, victory!】

　　【Drop: "Horse Stance Post", Source Power 0.1. Extract?】

　　"...Extract!"

　　Logan Grant gritted his teeth.

　　【"Horse Stance Post" manifestation requires 1 point of Source Power, insufficient Source Power! Manifestation failed! Transferred to warehouse! 0.1 Source Power has been extracted!】

　　"......"

　　After a long while, Logan Grant finally realized that even with the projection mirror activated, he couldn't just leap to the top and dominate the universe in one step.

　　Once his mood calmed, he cleared away distracting thoughts and casually opened the mirror status.

　　【Myriad Heavens Projection Mirror: Activated (Damaged, currently Star Fragment Supreme level)】

　　【Mirror Master: Logan Grant】

　　【Source Power: 0.1 point】

　　【Main World Projection: 1, Owen Grant, not challenged, 1 attempt remaining】

　　【Myriad Heavens Projections: 2, Emily Foster, not challenged, 1 attempt remaining! William Turner, challenged, 0 attempts remaining】

　　【Myriad Heavens Projection Pool: Choose to activate (consumes varying Source Power), random activation (minimum 1 point Source Power per attempt)】

　　【Myriad Heavens Warehouse: "Horse Stance Post"】

　　"Projecting William Turner cost 5 points of Source Power, defeating him only got 0.1. Even a Star Fragment 'Horse Stance Post' would take ten days. No, I can still try challenging Emily Foster..."

　　……

Chapter 0004: Demonic Beast Golden-Eyed Eagle!

　　Lucas Grant was also a hero of the Gu Family Village in his youth. By thirty, he was a powerhouse at the fifth stage of Foundation Establishment, "Blood Like Mercury Paddle", just one step away from the Life Establishment realm!

　　Later, the year before Logan Grant was born, he went deep into Daming Mountain to gather herbs for his pregnant wife. When he returned, his bones were brittle, flesh wasted, organs failing, and ninety percent of his martial skills were gone!

　　Lucas Grant carried a bowl of rice porridge into the room, and Logan Grant, wrapped in white cloth, opened his eyes.

　　"Father!"

　　Lucas Grant set the bowl on the table and gently helped Logan Grant sit up. Seeing the pain on his son's face, all his anger melted away.

　　"Mm, don't talk. Drink some porridge to warm up first."

　　Logan Grant nodded lightly, drinking the rice porridge his father fed him, one mouthful at a time. Looking at his increasingly thin father, his heart ached! He clenched his teeth inwardly, "I will cure you, Father!"

　　Having crossed into this world, as a child with an adult's mind, could he easily accept another's affection?

　　A man gravely ill, an iron man who never shed a tear despite constant pain day and night! The moment, at age two, when his father knelt and cried out in the mud before the Hundred Herbs Hall in Mingshan City, begging a doctor to treat him! That was when he truly became my father, Logan Grant's father!

　　"Your third uncle has been in the mountains for two days now, said he went hunting to help you recover."

　　After finishing the big bowl of rice porridge, Logan Grant immediately felt much better, and the pain in his arms and chest seemed to lessen.

　　Lucas Grant placed the bowl on the table by the bed and helped Logan Grant lie down.

　　"The bones in your arms and chest were broken by your third uncle. Even with the Tiger Roar Army's special injury ointment, it'll take at least a month to heal."

　　"Brother Jiu!"

　　Owen Grant's rough voice came from outside, and Lucas Grant went to open the door.

　　Logan Grant looked up, and in the small courtyard, the tall figure of Owen Grant came into view. Owen Grant raised both arms high and threw a massive black-and-yellow striped tiger, weighing at least six or seven hundred jin, onto the ground!

　　"Boom!"

　　Logan Grant's eyelids twitched, feeling the ground tremble!

　　Lucas Grant stepped out and couldn't help but gasp!

　　"What a huge beast!"

　　The tiger had a large head and round face, its body covered in alternating brown-yellow and black stripes, its fur beautiful and shiny, with patches of white on its lips, jaw, belly, and the insides of its limbs. In the center of its forehead was a deep fist mark, with dried blood flowing from its eyes! It had actually been killed by a single punch from Owen Grant!

　　Logan Grant clicked his tongue inwardly, marveling at his own luck.

　　"Ha ha!"

　　Owen Grant burst out laughing.

　　"I went eight hundred li deep into Daming Mountain to find this beast! It weighs at least seven hundred jin, and it's not far from advancing to a demonic beast!"

　　Owen Grant stepped forward and supported Lucas Grant.

　　"Brother Jiu, I'll go find some clansmen to skin and gut it later! We'll divide the meat! Leave the tiger bones for Logan to make soup, and the tiger skin to make an inner robe for Logan!"

　　Lucas Grant hurriedly refused.

　　"A tiger skin and a set of tiger bones are worth at least a thousand taels of silver! It's too valuable, you should keep it!"

　　Owen Grant waved his hand.

　　"Brother Jiu, don't be so clueless! Logan is only ten, and with his bones injured, his martial path will be hard! Do you want me, Mr. Grant, to feel guilty for life?"

　　Lucas Grant's lips moved, but he couldn't speak.

　　"Logan, your third uncle is here to see you!" Owen Grant helped Lucas Grant into the room.

　　The room was simply furnished: a bed, a table with a few teacups, and an oil lamp—nothing else.

　　"Third Uncle."

　　Logan Grant felt awkward, calling out but not knowing what else to say.

　　"You really are a bold kid! If your third uncle wasn't skilled and didn't pull back in time, your third uncle would have lost his life for you!"

　　Owen Grant spoke loudly, and though the scar on his face twisted, making him look fierce, Logan Grant felt this was a straightforward, hearty man!

　　"Ah Ji!"

　　Lucas Grant said sternly, "You're a grown man, but you still talk so carelessly!"

　　Owen Grant laughed heartily.