You should know that although Wesley Brown's innate talent wasn't particularly outstanding, he had firmly memorized the methods of Shingū cultivation.

Wesley Brown grew up in Sangtai from a young age, worshipping the Grand Siming. But due to his grandfather, Wesley Brown had read through all three thousand secret tomes stored in the Sangtai archive. He had dabbled in the secret arts of the Nine Gods, enough for him to cultivate to the level of Zhongzhu.

As for Dazhu, that would depend on luck. Each Dazhu secret method was different, and unless one reached Dazhu, it was impossible to even touch them.

Therefore, Chris was already fully confident!

Chapter 2: Inheritance

Yangtou Bay is divided into four zones, A, B, C, and D, with Zone B, near U Avenue, being the Chinese community.

Miles Foster's house is located in Zone A, which is the wealthy area of Yangtou Bay.

Most residents here are affluent, with Chinese making up about a quarter of the population; the rest are mainly of Russian, Dutch, Spanish, and German descent. There aren't many Black residents in this area, and a police car patrols every two hours, so security is relatively good. At the very least, you can walk the streets at night without worry.

As night deepened, the mix of high temperatures and post-rain humidity made the air feel even more stifling.

Chris turned on the air conditioner and sat alone in the study on the second floor.

This small building was a property Miles Foster bought six years ago, and at the time of purchase, the ownership was directly registered under Chris's name.

But no one expected that six years later, Miles Foster would perform a sacrificial ritual for Chris in this very house.

Truly, as the old saying goes: life is unpredictable!

There was an old-fashioned record player in the study, a beloved possession of Miles Foster.

Now over seventy, Miles Foster was a typical Old Money type—fond of muscle cars, loved old movies, and collected vinyl records.

He never listened to the popular East Coast or West Coast songs of today. His vinyl collection was mostly Billy Joel, Sting, Rod Stewart, and Barbra Streisand. In addition, there were Cantonese opera and Peking opera records, including even one personally signed by Mei Lanfang during his visit to the US in World War II.

The original owner didn't like any of this at all; he preferred rap artists like Eminem, JAY-Z, and Snoop Dogg.

From that pile of vinyl records, Chris picked out a collector's edition of "Piano Man" released in 1973, performed by Miles Foster's favorite, Billy Joel. He placed the record on the player and gently set the needle. The slightly hoarse, melodious singing echoed through the study.

Having absorbed the original owner's memories, Chris's English was quite good.

He stood in the middle of the study, looked around, and suddenly formed a hand seal with both hands.

Summon and Dispel!

In an instant, the colorful world turned black and white.

A strange power drifted through the study, then gathered around Chris.

His body seemed to move on its own, swaying as he walked to a bookshelf. Amid Billy Joel's singing, he turned the bookshelf's handle, and the shelf slid aside, revealing a safe hidden behind it.

Chris reached out and skillfully turned the safe's dial—two turns left, three turns right—and with a click, the safe door opened.

Inside were two handguns and several boxes of bullets.

In addition, there were four or five stacks of cash, a document folder, two diaries, and two passports.

Chris's body swayed slightly, and the colors before his eyes quickly returned to normal.

This was a type of Shingū magic called Summon and Dispel.

Using a certain anchor point, it allowed for a brief time reversal.

Unfortunately, Chris now had little spiritual power and could only maintain it for a short while.

Still, the harvest seemed considerable.

Miles Foster had cancer, and it was terminal.

He wanted to survive, so he used a sacrificial ritual, hoping to seize a new life through some ceremony? That actually made sense.

For a Shingū sorcerer, seizing a new body was nothing unusual.

Several old monsters in the Grand Siming Shingū had used such methods to extend their lives.

As for the relationship between Miles Foster and the original owner?

Feelings are just too fragile!

Chris didn't deny that the original owner and Miles Foster had a deep bond, but when faced with the temptation to survive, feelings seemed insignificant.

Back then, when his grandfather was dying, someone even suggested he seize Wesley Brown's body.

Chris knew his grandfather was truly tempted at the time. Although he ultimately didn't do it, it made Chris understand how fragile feelings could be.

They can be weighty, or they can be worthless.

So, Miles Foster's choice was understandable.

Sitting at the desk, Chris laid out all the items on the table.

The guns were excellent—one SIG Sauer, one Colt Python—both rare treasures on the market.

However, Chris wasn't particularly interested.

He put the guns, bullets, and stacks of cash into the drawer, then opened the two passports.

One was a French passport, the other a Hong Kong passport.

The Hong Kong passport used Miles Foster's real name, while the French passport had a different name: Pierre Dong. Judging by the passports, they were genuine. Miles Foster's identity seemed far more complicated than what Chris saw on the surface.

"Tsk tsk tsk!"

Chris shook his head and tossed the passports into the drawer as well.

Inside the document folder was a land deed—a deed to a farm.