The first true threshold in the cultivation world is the Nascent Soul stage. Many people cannot pass this hurdle. Once one enters the Nascent Soul stage, their lifespan is greatly extended—living five hundred years without accident is quite normal. It’s said that in some sects, there are those who, unable to progress further in the Nascent Soul stage, can live up to eight hundred years. However, such people are outliers; to remain at the Nascent Soul stage for eight hundred years is as abnormal as those rare prodigies who appear only once in a millennium.

If one reaches the late Nascent Soul stage and attains the indestructible Nascent Soul realm, even if their physical body is destroyed, the Nascent Soul can continue to cultivate independently. However, that is the last thing any cultivator would want to do.

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Upon hearing this from Ethan Clark, Olivia Smith and Sophia Sullivan exchanged glances—was this really something their master would say?

“What are you standing there for? Go!” Ethan Clark’s face darkened when he saw the two hadn’t moved immediately. Back when he was in the Ability Group, everyone knew that when working with the captain, you could be as wild as you wanted during play, but when it came to business, not even a hint of carelessness was tolerated. Orders were absolute—this was the first lesson Ethan Clark taught all his subordinates.

“Go… we’re going…” Olivia Smith and Sophia Sullivan both shuddered in fright. They had never felt such severity before; it swept away all other thoughts from their minds, and they quickly darted off.

This David Smith… these disciples he’s trained, neither tough nor soft, all muddle-headed—what a failure. Luckily, they’ve fallen into my hands; otherwise, it would be a waste of such good seedlings. Having been an instructor in the Ability Group for over a decade, as soon as Ethan Clark took a look—combined with the merged memories of David Smith—his old habits started to resurface.

Looking at John Smith, who was lying on the ground and stood over two meters tall, Ethan Clark couldn’t help but show an appreciative expression. If this guy had lived in his own era, even Schwarzenegger would have to admit inferiority upon seeing him.

Ethan Clark checked and found that John Smith’s internal organs had suffered severe shock, and his meridians were in chaos. He also seemed to be poisoned.

However, there didn’t seem to be any immediate danger to his life. Fortunately, he had been stationed on the periphery to provide support. If it hadn’t been for John Smith’s desperate efforts, they might all have been left behind.

It was a pity that his own healing ability couldn’t be used on living beings, and David Smith had been too poor before—he didn’t have any good pills in this world. The only ordinary detoxification pill had already been given to John Smith, but the effect was clearly unsatisfactory. The other medicines were too basic to have any real effect.

Seeing that John Smith would be fine for now, and weighing priorities, Ethan Clark directly hoisted John Smith onto his back. With a thought, he took out a flying sword from the “storage pouch” and soared into the air.

Ethan Clark had now fully integrated all of David Smith’s abilities. David Smith’s own power was at the mid-stage of “flight,” so flying on a sword was no problem, though carrying another person made it much harder. Fortunately, the distance wasn’t far.

Previously, his own lightning abilities were powerful, but he couldn’t fly—at most, he could use his movement skills to stay airborne for a short time, so he’d always longed for flight. Especially sword flight—it felt extraordinary. Unfortunately, his mind was busy sorting through information and dealing with the troubles left by David Smith, so he had no time to savor the experience.

In just a blink, he covered several kilometers. From afar, Ethan Clark could already see sword lights flashing and hear shouts.

Ethan Clark took a deep breath. David Smith was only at the mid-stage of flight, and the power he left behind was really too weak. He hoped his own abilities wouldn’t be lost because of the transmigration—please, please, let them still work. As he thought this, Ethan Clark willed his powers to activate—lightning ability.

A faint flash of lightning flickered in his palm.

“Ha… ha… don’t be afraid, disciples, your master is here.”

Chapter 3: Instant Kill

Master is here! Sophia Sullivan and Olivia Smith looked up at the same time. They both thought they’d misheard—Master had never laughed so heartily before. For as long as they could remember, the thing their master did most was sigh.

“David Smith… you useless fool, you’re still not dead!” A young man in his early twenties, carrying a flying sword on his back and dressed in green, looked rather handsome. But his face was full of arrogance, and when he saw David Smith, his lips curled in disdain. He was none other than Matthew Cooper of Qingming Mountain, the mastermind behind David Smith’s downfall.

In the cultivation world, unless one reaches the Nascent Soul stage, the swords used are all ordinary flying swords, which can only be carried on the body or stored in a “storage pouch,” “storage bracelet,” or “storage ring.” Only upon reaching the Nascent Soul stage can one refine a spiritual weapon of their own—this could be a spirit sword or another type of spiritual weapon. At that point, it can be merged with the body and summoned at will.

As for immortal weapons or immortal swords, only true experts can possess them.

Matthew Cooper didn’t just think these words—he said them out loud.

“You could die a hundred times and your old man here still wouldn’t die. Wash yourself clean and wait there for me—I’ll slaughter you in a moment.” As Ethan Clark landed, he retorted without the slightest courtesy.

Matthew Cooper was stunned by Ethan Clark’s scolding. Was he being cursed out?

David Smith—he was David Smith! And he was cursing him? David Smith could curse people, and so… viciously.

He… he was even threatening him? Daring to speak to him like that—the guy who only ever said “peace is a blessing,” the guy who only nodded and never had an opinion…