Logan Grant let out a long breath, his mind as calm as still water, like the surface of a lake without a single ripple. He naturally and clearly sensed the condition of every part of his body, from the major organs down to every muscle, every bit of skin and hair—everything was vivid in his mind! Although he didn’t know exactly how miraculous the so-called “internal vision” of legendary Fate-Establishing martial artists was, he was confident he wasn’t far off!

Chapter 0008 Benjamin Grant

Sixteen hours later in the mirror world.

Logan Grant opened his eyes; his cousin was still carefully studying the secret manual. He sighed inwardly, “Sixteen hours, and my internal energy went off track seventeen times! My vital energy and blood surged back into my stomach and intestines thirty-six times! If this were the real world, there’d be grass growing on my grave by now!”

“But! I’ve finally gotten started!” Logan Grant was overjoyed! As long as I practice this once in the real world, I’ll be able to master this ‘Origin Python Swallowing Stars Manual’!

Ethan Grant put down the manual. “This secret technique is really too difficult!”

Owen Grant rubbed his bald head and laughed heartily, “You kids see how tough it is now, huh! When I first got this manual, just one look and my heart went cold! Damn, it was way too hard! Later, I offered the manual to Lord David Brooks, and if it weren’t for his guidance, I wouldn’t have been able to master it either!”

Owen Grant laughed and cursed as he took the manual and carefully explained it to the two of them. Ethan Grant listened anxiously, and Logan Grant also stepped forward to listen closely.

……

For the next three days, Owen Grant spent an hour each day explaining to the two of them. Both made rapid progress. Logan Grant had already gotten started on the very first day! But with such a terrifying speed, Logan Grant naturally didn’t dare to reveal it, and outwardly still appeared a bit slower than his cousin Ethan Grant.

“Hey!”

Logan Grant slowly finished his routine, sweat steaming off his body like a sauna!

“Ah!”

Logan Grant let out a cry of pain, but instead of fear, he was delighted! He felt his whole skin burning hot, still tightly contracting! He couldn’t help but make a sound.

Logan Grant’s face twisted in pain, his skin visibly turning bright red! It contracted! Then rebounded! Cracks split open all over his body like a snake shedding its skin! His face cracked like a dried-up riverbed, looking unspeakably strange and terrifying!

As Logan Grant struggled, the old skin fell away, revealing the fair and delicate skin beneath! His previously dusky skin became smooth and rosy, like that of a newborn!

“Skin tough as a drum!” Logan Grant had expected this, but was still overjoyed! The first stage of foundation building, “whole-body strength,” is the basis of martial arts, focusing on making all the flesh of the body solid and full, with quick reactions, gathering all the body’s strength into a single point. But there’s nothing supernatural about it. Compared to this second stage, “skin tough as a drum,” with its snake-shedding transformation, the shock it brought to Logan Grant was on a whole different level!

Logan Grant casually took off his clothes and stood in the snow, braving the bone-chilling wind. He could clearly see that his skin had become smooth and delicate, and his dusky complexion had turned fair.

“My whole body’s strength has greatly increased! Although I haven’t tested it, I feel it’s over a thousand jin! And my skin is so tight, even the cold wind can’t take away my body heat!”

Logan Grant wiped his body with snow and put his clothes back on.

“In three more days it’ll be the ancestral festival. This is my eleventh year in this world! And I’ve finally gained the power to change my fate! I’ve set foot on the path of strength I’ve always dreamed of!” Logan Grant laughed heartily, filled with indescribable joy and excitement!

In the land of Great Yan, the people do not worship gods or Buddhas, only their ancestors! The ancestral festival is the annual ancestor-worship ceremony, the most important holiday in this world! Every year, when this day comes, even the The Grant Family children who are away from home will usually rush back to attend the festival at The Grant Estate!

Large red lanterns had already been hung at the gate of The Grant Estate.

In the distance, a caravan was slowly making its way toward The Grant Estate along the main road. At the front were four burly middle-aged knights in red fish-scale armor, long sabers at their waists, riding two “flood-dragon horses” each, standing eight feet at the shoulder and weighing over fifteen hundred jin! The flood-dragon horse, said to be a cross between a flood dragon and a horse, was a fine steed reputed to travel five thousand li in a day! Each meal, it needed ten jin of high-grade feed mixed with eggs and soybeans—a true aristocrat among horses! Ordinary families couldn’t even afford to raise one, let alone buy one!

Behind the knights was a caravan of dozens, with six “flood-dragon horses” pulling three carriages slowly forward.

“It’s been over thirty years!” In the carriage, an old man looked out the window at The Grant Estate, letting out a faint sigh. The old man wore a tall hat and a gray robe; his once-black hair was now streaked with silver, but his face was as smooth as a baby’s, and a long beard hung down to his chest.

“Grandpa! Is this where you lived when you were little?” A pair of fair, jade-like hands held the old man’s arm.

The young girl wore a snow-white fox-fur cloak, a silver-white cotton dress, and silver-white boots. Her black hair was styled in a princess bun, adorned with a jeweled hairpin with tassels that swayed as she spoke. Her face was fair and clean, her skin soft and delicate. Her eyebrows were long and elegant, her eyes sparkled like stars. Below her petite nose was a small mouth, lips thin and slightly upturned at the corners, her head tilted in a way that was indescribably cute and playful.

The old man looked at the girl with affection, his long, fair hand gently stroking her head. “Lianxing, when Grandpa was young, he lost both parents, and it was thanks to the elders of the village that I was raised. Now, in a flash, I’ve been away from the village for over thirty years. I wonder if the elders from back then are still alive.”

“Hee hee, Grandpa’s getting sentimental now that we’re near home.” The girl, Grace Grant, giggled.