His own father, Mighty Weights, holds a public position in the Traffic Supervision Department, with a monthly salary of 5,000 Anping coins—not too low.

After deducting the daily expenses for the two of them, and considering that his father still needs to purchase some cultivation materials, it’s already pretty good if they can save twenty or thirty thousand a year.

Over the years, Logan Sutton has managed to save quite a bit of a dowry for his son, about 300,000 in total.

So... the entire family fortune is only enough to buy 3 drops of Vitality Liquid?

No wonder Grace Miller said it was such a waste!

This isn’t just wasteful—it’s burning money!

Seeing Ethan Sutton’s expression, Grace Miller couldn’t help but laugh and said, “I told you it’s expensive, it’s really too wasteful! Actually... I’ve used one drop before, and it only maintains the vitality concentration for about three days. The effect is honestly mediocre.”

“I only used it once and never again—it’s just too extravagant.”

“If the effect were really that strong, there are people in the academy who could afford 100,000, and they would have used it already. But how many people have you seen actually use it?”

“If you can’t open your aperture in three days, you’ll have to keep buying more. Six days is 200,000, nine days is 300,000... No one can afford that.”

Ethan Sutton gave a wry smile. “I get it, it really is too expensive! If it was guaranteed to open the aperture, that’d be one thing. But if it doesn’t, then it’s just money down the drain. No wonder the teachers all say there’s no shortcut to Kaiyuan.”

“That’s exactly right.” Grace Miller smiled. “You don’t even need to take this assessment, so why are you thinking about buying Vitality Liquid?”

“I applied for the War Academy—just wanted to be extra prepared.”

Ethan Sutton gave a simple explanation, then smiled and took his leave without continuing the conversation.

This is a library, after all—not a place to chat.

Watching Ethan Sutton leave, Grace Miller raised her eyebrows, a bit curious.

Applied for the War Academy?

Why would Ethan Sutton apply for the War Academy out of the blue?

She shook her head lightly and didn’t think more about it. Even if he applied, it wouldn’t matter. In the future, they’d probably all be classmates at the Daxia Civilization Academy. She just hoped he wouldn’t do anything reckless.

Chapter 5: Dream

Not finding a suitable acceleration plan in the library, Ethan Sutton wasn’t too disappointed.

If it were really that common, the academy would have mentioned it.

He was just holding onto a sliver of hope, but reality proved he was overthinking it. Since that’s the case, he could only continue to diligently practice the “Kaiyuan Technique.”

……

He had lunch at the academy, and when he returned home in the evening, looking at the empty house, Ethan Sutton felt a bit silent.

With his father gone, the house instantly felt deserted.

In the past, whenever he came back from the academy, his father would have dinner ready, waiting for him to eat. Now, with the house so empty, Ethan Sutton still wasn’t used to it.

Not in the mood to cook, Ethan Sutton leaned on the sofa and turned on the TV, zoning out as the TV became background noise.

These days, there aren’t many channels to find on TV.

In Daxia Prefecture, at most you can get Daxia TV and a few local stations.

Due to the influence of the All-Heavens Battlefield and several other battlefields, the signal coverage is small and transmission is difficult, so each prefecture can generally only receive its own channels.

“Recently, traces of the Myriad Clans Cult have been discovered in Daxia Prefecture. If Daxia citizens spot any suspicious individuals, please report them promptly to the local Wind Enforcement Hall...”

“Scum!”

Hearing the report on TV, Ethan Sutton couldn’t help but curse under his breath.

A bunch of scum!

With the outbreak of the All-Heavens War, although the human race has held off the hostile races, humanity isn’t considered particularly strong among the myriad races. There are always some scum who, at times like this, have other ideas and choose to defect to other races.

The Myriad Clans Cult isn’t a single sect, but many, each made up of traitors who have defected to different races.

These people have banded together to create chaos within the human race.

Ethan Sutton has been influenced by his father since childhood and is extremely disgusted by these scum.

He glanced up at the TV. At this moment, a middle-aged man with a square face, an imposing presence, and dressed in a red battle robe appeared on the screen.

The man’s expression was stern, his tone icy as he barked, “Execute!”

“Slash!”

The next moment, on the TV screen, over a hundred people knelt on the ground, with a group of armored guards standing behind them, swinging their blades—instantly, over a hundred heads rolled!

“Myriad Clans Cultists—catch one, kill one!”

The middle-aged man was incomparably cold, his gaze fixed forward, as if he would step out of the TV screen, his voice chilling: “If you come to my Daxia Prefecture, only death awaits! From today, the Longwu Guard will patrol Daxia Prefecture. Myriad Clans scum, if you’re not afraid to die, don’t leave Daxia Prefecture. Let’s see how many dog heads you have left to be chopped off!”

On the sofa, Ethan Sutton suddenly felt a surge of excitement.

William Foster!

The Prefect of Daxia Prefecture!

As for the beheadings, he didn’t pay much attention—everyone was used to it. This scene often appeared on TV. The only method the human race had for dealing with Myriad Clans cultists was to behead them once caught, until no one dared betray again. The policy was extremely iron-fisted.

Public executions were meant to intimidate everyone and make some people abandon such thoughts.

Ethan Sutton didn’t care about that; what he cared about was William Foster.

This Prefect of Daxia is extremely forceful—and extremely powerful.

Twenty years ago, this Prefect once commanded the Demon-Suppressing Army on the All-Heavens Battlefield—the very corps where his father served, making him his father’s direct superior.