Previously, he only had a few hundred yuan on him, so Jack Dawson hadn’t paid much attention to it. Now, however, Jack Dawson suddenly felt an urgent need—his first priority was to make money as quickly as possible.

Oh right, Grace Sullivan had also given him something that allowed him to enroll in the Martial Arts Department at Luo University. With how popular Celestial Maiden Star was right now, this item could definitely fetch a good price.

He could start cultivating right away, so whether or not he could go to Celestial Maiden Star wasn’t important.

Jack Dawson hurried back to his place at top speed and dumped everything from his backpack onto the floor.

Aside from a pile of medicinal herbs he had dug up but not yet processed, two not-very-thick books fell out among the many items.

The book on top had four characters on the cover: The Seven Blades of the Di Clan.

This was the Di family’s ancestral martial art, something countless people in Ji Country coveted and admired. Because the Di martial arts were passed down to sons but not daughters, even though Jack Dawson had no martial roots, after his five older brothers died, this Seven Blades of the Di Clan was not passed to his three sisters, but was still handed down to Jack Dawson by Di Shan.

Jack Dawson had no martial roots and had never been able to cultivate, so he had only ever read the first page of this book—the first blade of the Di Clan.

Now that he could cultivate, of course he would practice The Seven Blades of the Di Clan.

The Di family’s martial path was the Seven Blades of the Di Clan. It might look like a blade technique, but in fact, it was the martial inheritance the Di family relied on for survival. The cultivation of the Seven Blades required a special breathing technique; while practicing, one could not only improve their internal energy but also hone their blade skills.

This was why those from the Di family were always invincible on the battlefield—it was all because of the Seven Blades of the Di Clan.

Although he was still missing a blade, Jack Dawson decided to start cultivating the Seven Blades of the Di Clan from today.

Carefully setting The Seven Blades of the Di Clan aside, Jack Dawson pulled out a slightly thinner booklet.

On the cover of this booklet were the words The Secret of the Martial King, written by the Di family’s only Martial King expert, Eric Dawson.

Jack Dawson didn’t know how many Martial King experts there were on the Yalun Continent. But he knew for sure that there were none in Ji Country—the highest cultivation there was probably Peak Grandmaster, just one step away from opening the Qi Sea and becoming a Martial King.

Because he couldn’t practice martial arts, Jack Dawson had never even opened The Secret of the Martial King.

Jack Dawson knew very well that even though he could now practice martial arts, he wasn’t even a martial artist yet, so this Secret of the Martial King was definitely not something he could read right now.

After putting the books away, Jack Dawson gathered all the medicinal herbs together. Some of these herbs had been dug up in Ji Country, others in the Wangchuan Mountains.

Once everything was sorted, a dagger and a separately placed red medicinal herb were revealed. The dagger was over twenty centimeters long and had been acquired at an auction in Pearl City. The handle of the dagger was engraved with a name: Can Na.

Jack Dawson was certain that there was absolutely no weapon of this caliber on Earth. He carefully wiped down the dagger and set it aside.

The separately placed herb was a Red Xue Flower. The Red Xue Flower was extremely precious, but unfortunately, he had no money. If he did, he would definitely buy a jade box to preserve this Red Xue Flower.

The reason he died in that canyon in his previous life was very likely because of this Red Xue Flower. Jack Dawson sighed, knowing that it was surely not a coincidence. Even if he hadn’t died because of the Red Xue Flower in his previous life, as long as he appeared on Earth, he would have died all the same—or perhaps he would never have made it to Earth.

Just as Jack Dawson was about to put away the Red Xue Flower, the door was suddenly pounded on.

Jack Dawson quickly packed the important items into his bag before going to open the door.

“Who are you?” Jack Dawson looked in confusion at the middle-aged woman standing at the door. If he still had a faint impression of Grace Sullivan, he had absolutely no idea who this woman was.

The woman before him looked very elegant, dressed in well-fitted designer clothes that perfectly highlighted her status.

“Mark Dawson, you really know how to run. Haven’t seen a trace of you for a year or two.” The middle-aged woman looked at Jack Dawson, her tone tinged with sarcasm.

Jack Dawson stood up, ignoring the woman. Where he went was his own business. Who was this woman, acting as if she had the whole world in her hands?

“Sign this document. The signing bonus is one million. In fact, even if you don’t sign, the result won’t change.” The woman pulled out an agreement and handed it to Jack Dawson.

Jack Dawson took the agreement in confusion. The contents weren’t complicated; with just a glance, he understood the gist.

It was asking him to voluntarily give up all inheritance rights to Di Pharmaceutical, including seven buildings, four pharmaceutical factories, six hospitals, and so on. There was an even longer list of things like pharmaceutical centers and estates.

What was this? Was he from some big family in his previous life, with so much property to inherit?

“Hurry up and sign. Even if you don’t, it’ll just mean Henry has to provide one more proof of blood relation. At that point, you won’t get a single cent. Do you know why Henry is giving you this million? It’s only because he called you ‘brother’ a few times and can’t bear to see you go on like this.” The middle-aged woman’s voice was utterly cold, as if she was certain Mark Dawson would sign.