“Henry Johnson? Is this fate? Or just coincidence?” Henry Johnson’s mind sank, and he felt a strange sensation. Why, even after reincarnation, was his name such a coincidence? Is all of this truly being manipulated by someone?

“Unable to resist, so be it if I accept it—it saves me the trouble of changing my name!”

“Henry Johnson?” The woman nodded, as if recalling something. Her eyebrows trembled slightly as she looked at Henry Johnson’s little face, still not so smooth from just being born: “Child, did you hear? Your name is Henry Johnson, your father is called Jack Johnson, and your mother is called Emily Johnson.”

The woman’s voice was very soft, yet carried a sense of warmth.

A gentle young man’s voice sounded, with a hint of admonition: “Vera, mind your name.”

“Mm, Jack, I know. Here, I’m called Vera Quinn.” The woman smiled, gently rocking the baby in her arms.

“Father Jack Johnson? Mother Emily Johnson, or Vera Quinn?” Henry Johnson didn’t quite understand, but could only silently remember it.

That feeling of blood connection, that sense of intimacy in their eyes, made Henry Johnson’s heart—frozen for so long—feel a faint stir.

Chapter Four: A World That Sends Chills

In the winter, the land north of the Yangtze always feels especially cold. The north wind howls, and the falling snow covers the earth. The vast expanse of white is quite magnificent.

Of course, today the Jiang Family Manor was particularly lively. Besides the upcoming grand sacrificial ceremony, the more important reason was that the second master’s eldest son had been born, and the manor lord had specially ordered a grand celebration.

Inside the main hall of the manor, a group of high-ranking members of the household chatted freely, drinking wine, while Henry Johnson was held by his mother, sitting beside his father.

“Grandfather is the lord of the manor, and father is grandfather’s second son.” After a day, Henry Johnson had already learned some basic information: “However, father’s status is very high, and his power in the manor is quite extraordinary.”

From the respectful demeanor of those offering toasts, Henry Johnson could see some clues. These people were all high-ranking members of the household, but they all showed great respect toward his father.

“Little Henry, this was prepared especially for you.” Vera Quinn held her son, looking at Henry Johnson with doting eyes, not sparing a glance at those offering toasts.

“Yaya!” Henry Johnson was wrapped up like a big rice dumpling, calling out—his body was still too tender.

“Hahaha, Jack, Little Henry can make sounds now.” Vera Quinn held the child with one hand, and with the other, tugged at Henry Johnson’s hand.

“Oh? Let me see!” Jack Johnson also laughed, lowering his head to look at Henry Johnson.

“Haha, let’s see how our Jiang family’s sixth young master is doing?” A burly man also leaned over with a laugh, saying, “Those little eyes are really spirited.”

“Big brother, he’s still no match for your family’s Zhanhu. That little head is much bigger than Little Henry’s!” Jack Johnson laughed as well, raising his cup to drink with the burly man.

Henry Johnson’s little eyes turned, looking at the burly man in the distance who seemed like a giant compared to him, and his heart stirred slightly: “Father is the second son, so is this burly man father’s elder brother? But why do they look so different?”

The burly man and his father did look somewhat alike, but he seemed to be nearly forty years old, while his father looked much younger—about twenty-four or twenty-five. As for his mother, she was almost like a young girl. If someone said she was only eighteen, Henry Johnson would have believed it.

“Perhaps, it’s because of their profound cultivation!” Henry Johnson thought to himself.

From the time Henry Johnson was born until now, all the high-ranking members of the household who came to visit him were extraordinary in bearing. Although Henry Johnson couldn’t see through their cultivation levels, it was clear that none of them were weak.

Henry Johnson realized that the Jiang Family Manor where he was born, and the world it was in, must have a highly developed cultivation civilization.

“Second Master, you’ve returned from the county city. Next year, we can go hunt more demon beasts in the Northern Mountain Range, haha!” A bald man laughed heartily, clearly enjoying his drink.

“Indeed, Second Master is famous throughout the north of the Yangtze. Killing one or two great demons is easy for him.” Someone else chimed in.

“Demons? I wonder if these demons are the same as the mountain spirits and monsters from my previous life on Earth.” Henry Johnson listened quietly.

In his previous life, as one of the few cultivators on Earth, he had seen quite a few so-called ‘demons’. But due to the environment, those ‘demons’ were generally not very strong—just a bit stronger than normal animals.

“It’s better not to go deep into the core of the mountains to slay great demons. If you anger the demon king deep in the mountains, there might be chaos.” The bald man shook his head. “It’s enough to hunt some ordinary demon beasts on the outskirts.”

“That’s true. The demon king in the Northern Mountain Range is not to be trifled with. Although there hasn’t been a war in recent years, we still need to be careful.” The others nodded.

“Demon king? War?” Henry Johnson was secretly shocked.

For even his father and uncle—such powerful cultivators—to be wary, this so-called ‘demon king’ must be truly formidable. This world was clearly much more mysterious and powerful than his previous life on Earth.

“Bang!” “Bang!”