"What's wrong? What's so bad about carrots? They're nutritious, versatile in cooking, and... extremely cheap." Emily Thompson said as she picked up a raw carrot and was about to put it in her mouth.

Henry Martinez immediately invoked the master-servant contract, forcibly restraining her arm: "No, I don't like eating them."

"What does your dislike have to do with me?"

Henry Martinez said, "I'm currently sharing your senses. Whatever you eat, it's as if I'm eating it too, and I don't eat carrots."

"Are you kidding me? A mere sword spirit is actually picky about food!? And who gave you permission to share my senses!?"

"It's written very clearly in the master-servant contract: the master has the right to share the mount's senses."

"Why have I never seen this contract!"

"Because I never showed it to you."

"And you still have the nerve to say that!?"

"Alright then, as for the other details of the master-servant contract, I won't bother explaining them to you."

"There are other details!? Damn it, stop getting in the way of my meal! The more you stop me, the more I want to eat! Such a nutritious, cheap, and frequently discounted vegetable—no one can stop me!" Emily Thompson gritted her teeth as she struggled to regain control of her arm.

After all, the sword spirit Henry Martinez had been dormant for too long, while Emily Thompson had perfected her body refinement, making her a top-tier martial artist. She quickly gained the upper hand.

Henry Martinez held out for a while, then simply gave up. Wrestling with his mount—no matter how he thought about it, it was just stupid.

However, as soon as Henry Martinez relaxed, Emily Thompson faced no more resistance, and a carrot shot straight up toward her nose like a weapon...

Yet the girl was overjoyed, forcing back tears as she laughed.

"Haha! I win!"

Henry Martinez couldn't care less and naturally said nothing, which only made the girl even more pleased. She chewed the carrot with even greater satisfaction. If only she didn't have a nosebleed, it would have been perfect.

So much for that so-called master-servant contract!

However, late that night, Emily Thompson experienced firsthand the power of the cursed sword spirit of the plain white longsword.

Indeed, perhaps his strength wasn't that great—he couldn't even stop Emily Thompson from stubbornly eating carrots.

But he could stop Emily Thompson's stomach from digesting carrots.

That night, Emily Thompson ran to the bathroom more than a dozen times...

And the next morning, when Emily Thompson had recovered some energy and was ready to argue with Henry Martinez, she saw Henry Martinez acting as if nothing had happened, speaking gently.

"Alright, last night I used a gentle breeze to help cleanse your body..."

"Cleansed my body?!"

"Just cleared out some impurities inside you. After that, we can officially start practicing the Immovable Overlord Body."

"Wait, you're just going to gloss over what happened last night like that!?"

Henry Martinez said, "I don't think we should discuss trivial matters during cultivation."

"But—"

"Your ancestor William Thompson once said that the most important thing in cultivation is focus."

"I've never heard of an ancestor named William Thompson in the The Thompson Family!"

"I can give you a detailed introduction to his life—it'll only take about two days."

The thought of being nagged by this sword spirit for two days sent a chill down Emily Thompson's spine. "No need, let's just talk about cultivation..."

Seeing the topic return to the right track, Henry Martinez earnestly took on the role of teacher.

This was actually his first time as a teacher, and he was quite excited. In the past, he had been the number one sword god in the world, and later became the number one divine sword, but he had never taken on a disciple.

This could be considered a part of enjoying life.

However, before Henry Martinez could begin teaching the Immovable Overlord Body, Emily Thompson raised her hand and asked, "Henry Martinez, just how powerful is this Immovable Overlord Body you mentioned?"

"Strictly speaking, it's just average." Henry Martinez thought for a moment and concluded, "After all, its founder, Brian Sullivan, was only at the late stage of the Heaven-Collapse Realm—not particularly strong."

"Late stage of the Heaven-Collapse Realm isn't strong? Ha, keep bragging."

Emily Thompson sneered inwardly at Henry Martinez's words.

There are nine realms in cultivation, from Wind-Rising and Cloud-Surging all the way to Earth-Split and Heaven-Collapse. However, the top three realms—Earth-Split, Heaven-Collapse, and Void-Breaking—are, as far as anyone knows, purely the result of cultivators' wishful thinking; no one has ever actually reached them. Even the exalted leader of the Holy Sect is, at best, suspected to be at the Earth-Split Realm. In all the historical records of actual combat, they've only ever shown power at the peak of the Sea-Overturning Realm.

As for the late stage of the Heaven-Collapse Realm, wouldn't that make someone invincible across all of Xiangzhou? If that's not considered powerful, then what is? Only this picky, carrot-hating, plain and dull sword counts as powerful!

"In fact, I had already surpassed the Heaven-Collapse Realm before I was reincarnated as a sword, so..."

"Stop reading my mind! And stop talking in my head whenever you want!"

The sword spirit asked in surprise, "This way is much more efficient for communication. Otherwise, with your slow wits, how could you ever cultivate? Do you even want to learn properly or not?"

"I... Forget it, let's get to the point. Since the Immovable Overlord Body was created by a master at the Heaven-Collapse Realm, can I really practice it?"