William Lincoln let out a light snort; that was not what he meant at all.

However, it was obvious that explaining to these two scoundrels would be pointless—they probably wouldn’t believe him anyway, so he didn’t bother to waste his breath.

……

After this incident, William Lincoln finally enjoyed three relatively peaceful months.

Although Carrie Lincoln and Lincoln still joked around, after this lesson, they understood one thing: it was better to keep a low profile. So during this period, they stayed in the dorm, focused on cultivation, rarely went out, and didn’t cause any trouble for William Lincoln.

Besides, even if they did get into trouble, as long as it didn’t involve him, William Lincoln would never help them out. In his eyes, Carrie Lincoln and Lincoln were nothing more than passersby in his life, not worth too much attention.

The tree wishes for calm, but the wind will not subside.

For some reason, the news that William Lincoln had threatened Grace Lincoln with groping to stop her from taking revenge got out, instantly infuriating Grace Lincoln’s supporters. A flood of derogatory nicknames surged toward him. Terms like “pervert” and “despicable scoundrel” were considered mild; every kind of nasty insult was hurled at him by Grace Lincoln’s supporters. In less than three days, his infamous deeds had spread throughout the entire academy, and there were even signs of the rumors spreading to other academies in Radiant Sun City.

As for all this, William Lincoln paid no attention whatsoever and let them be.

Carrie Lincoln and Lincoln wanted to clear his name, but on second thought, it seemed that William Lincoln’s actions at the time did look like that. Since the person involved didn’t say anything, what could they possibly argue? So, they could only remain silent.

It was obvious that someone was fanning the flames, but as the rumors spread wider and more people repeated them, and since no one from Dorm B-13 came out to refute them, even those who originally didn’t believe the story began to have doubts. Half a month later, there was no one in the academy who didn’t know about the infamy of Dorm B-13. Anyone who saw them looked at them with contempt, avoided them as much as possible, and acted as if walking with them would be a disgrace. Even the cafeteria staff gave them dirty looks when they went to eat.

These rumors had no effect whatsoever on William Lincoln, who shut himself off from the outside world and focused solely on cultivation. He devoted all his energy to training.

Living on a planet so rich in spiritual energy, if he didn’t seize the time to cultivate and break through to the Sword Soul realm above Innate Grandmaster, how could he be worthy of the heavens’ gift of letting him transmigrate here?

At this point, William Lincoln had already developed qi sense, completed the process of sinking qi to his dantian, and cultivated his first wisp of true qi—this was the sign of entering the early stage of Qi Refining.

The next step was to break through the acupoints!

“Breaking through the acupoints…”

This was one of the challenges every martial artist had to face. The moderate and balanced true qi naturally lacked offensive power and explosiveness, making the process of breaking through the acupoints especially slow…

The lack of attack power and explosiveness in true qi… William Lincoln immediately thought of this world’s specialty—battle qi.

True qi’s moderation and balance made it stable and enduring, but when it came to breaking through the fifty-two major acupoints of the Ren and Du meridians, it was simply not up to the task and progress was slow. In contrast, battle qi, with its activity and aggressiveness, was the best energy for breaking through acupoints. Although this energy would cause some damage to the body during the process, with true qi nourishing afterward, the damage from breaking through could be quickly repaired—he would just have to endure tremendous pain.

Pain? A martial artist who fears pain is definitely not a qualified martial artist!

Time flies during cultivation; in the blink of an eye, a hundred days had passed.

William Lincoln sat cross-legged on his bed, a trace of shock and delight in his eyes.

In just thirty days, he had actually opened up the entire Ren meridian. With another two or three months, once he opened the twenty-eight acupoints of the Du meridian, he would be able to connect the bridge between heaven and earth and step into the Innate realm in one leap!

Reaching the Innate realm in less than half a year!

Such a terrifying cultivation speed would drive the ancient martial families on Earth mad if they knew. For the sake of their descendants, they spent countless precious herbs, took medicinal baths, consumed elixirs, and underwent marrow-washing rituals, yet even so, it would take at least eight to ten years to produce an Innate expert—it was still a luxury.

But now, with ample spiritual energy and the explosive power of battle qi, he could achieve in just half a year what those great families needed ten years to accomplish. William Lincoln seemed to see a bright and broad path of cultivation unfolding before him. He would walk this wide road step by step, reaching the pinnacle of the sword path, shattering the void…

Such a promising future filled William Lincoln with unprecedented confidence.

Circulating the ever-growing true qi within his body and feeling the increasingly pure and aggressive battle qi, William Lincoln frowned slightly.

Although there was no conflict between battle qi and true qi for now, cultivating two completely different powers at the same time was a major taboo in cultivation. Who knew if continuing like this would lead to qi deviation in the future? Yet, William Lincoln found it hard to give up such an aggressive energy. It was simply perfect for breaking through acupoints.

Keeping it would surely become a hidden danger, but dispersing it would be a great pity… This was exactly the headache he faced at the moment.