“In fact, the Immovable Overlord Body is not a cultivation technique, but a kind of bloodline power,” Henry Martinez explained. “Brian Sullivan transformed the fruits of his lifelong cultivation into a bloodline power and passed it down. Descendants only need to continuously stimulate this trace of bloodline, allowing it to grow stronger, and it will gradually approach perfection. And as the body approaches perfection, it naturally drives the advancement of true essence. When the Immovable Overlord Body is fully achieved, the true essence realm will at least reach the mid-stage of the Heaven-Crushing Realm. As for the specific method of stimulation…”

Henry Martinez thought for a moment and asked, “Have you ever been injured?”

“For cultivators, who hasn’t been injured during the body-tempering stage?”

“I don’t mean small injuries like pricking your finger or twisting a joint, but things like severed limbs, vomiting blood, or falling unconscious.”

“…Never. I’m not stupid enough to cripple myself while training.”

“No wonder you’ve never discovered the mysteries of your bloodline. The fundamental principle of human physical training is the same: by causing minor injuries to the body, you promote super-compensatory recovery, thus strengthening the body. The Immovable Overlord Body takes this trait to the extreme. If you want to stimulate your bloodline, you need to inflict a lot of damage.”

Just as Henry Martinez was speaking enthusiastically, footsteps suddenly sounded outside the courtyard, followed by a loud voice.

“Miss, the demolition of The Sullivan Garden is scheduled for next month. Madam sent us to help you pack your things as soon as possible.”

Henry Martinez grew curious and was about to ask when Emily Thompson’s expression changed: “Henry Martinez, wait a moment, let me handle this first.”

Chapter 004: Women Are Truly Incomprehensible

Emily Thompson walked out of the courtyard with a sword at her waist and saw three familiar faces.

All three were about twenty-four or twenty-five, tall and upright with decent looks. Though dressed as servants in blue short robes, the material was fine and the clothes were clean and neat—clearly servants from a wealthy household.

David Thompson, John Thompson, Matthew Thompson.

The three loyal cronies and lackeys of Second Steward Peter Thompson of the The Thompson Family in Qingyun City.

Second Steward Peter Thompson was the loyal lackey of the family head’s wife, Ashley Parker, and since Emily Thompson and Ashley Parker were at odds, these three were naturally enemies, not friends.

Seeing these three, the young woman’s delicate brows furrowed.

“Just the three of you? Where’s Peter Thompson?”

The tallest and sturdiest of the three, Matthew Thompson, with an honest face, said, “Brother Peter was caught slacking off during training by the master and was punished to run laps around the city. He should be at the Qingyun River by now…”

The lanky John Thompson beside him kicked him, interrupting his indiscreet revelation, then cleared his throat and said, “Brother Peter is busy handling affairs for the master and madam, with a mountain of work every day. How could he have time to deal with the trivial matter of the old residence’s demolition? If you wish to see Brother Peter, we can make an appointment on your behalf…”

Emily Thompson immediately flared up: “I need to make an appointment to see Peter Thompson?”

Matthew Thompson nodded in agreement: “She’s the master’s own daughter, and Brother Peter is just the second steward. It should be Brother Peter coming to see her, not the other way around.”

John Thompson was exasperated: “Whose side are you on, you idiot!? What were you told before we came? If you can’t remember your lines, don’t butt in!”

David Thompson then spoke in a slow, reciting tone: “Although Miss Emily is the master’s own daughter, her current family influence index is only 17.3, which is slightly lower than Brother Peter’s 18.1…”

Emily Thompson grew even more furious. These three idiots were so dumb that even their provocations were unbearable!

The Sullivan Garden was one of the few legacies her mother, Sophia Sullivan, left her before passing away. Yet not long ago, she was suddenly informed that the garden had been included in the family’s demolition plan by the family head, Andrew Thompson!

That scoundrel Andrew Thompson devoted his life to immortal cultivation and barely cared about family affairs, always shirking responsibility. Such a despicable scheme could only be the work of that wicked woman Ashley Parker!

When Emily Thompson’s mother, Sophia Sullivan, was alive, she was only a concubine, but the only companion by Andrew Thompson’s side. After her mother’s death, Ashley Parker entered the The Thompson Family mansion. Ashley Parker resented this deeply and naturally took it out on Emily Thompson, often cutting her daily expenses and pocket money whenever her cultivation progress lagged, reducing the dignified family head’s eldest daughter to a miserable diet of plain soup and cabbage.

Now, this demolition plot was clearly Ashley Parker pushing her advantage even further. Not long ago, Emily Thompson submitted a protest, angrily denouncing Ashley Parker’s viciousness, but her letter vanished without a trace. Only much later did she receive a reply, stamped with Andrew Thompson’s personal seal, but the content simply rejected her complaint on the grounds of improper letter format!

As Emily Thompson’s anger continued to build, Henry Martinez’s voice sounded in her mind.

“Hey, you’re actually the family head’s eldest daughter?”

Emily Thompson was so startled by the sudden voice that she shuddered all over, then shouted angrily in her mind, “Henry Martinez! Are you peeking into my thoughts again?!”

“According to the master-servant contract, I’ve always been looking openly. ‘Peeking’ isn’t the right word…”

“I know! This has nothing to do with you, don’t make trouble!”

Henry Martinez said, “I just happened to have something to remind you about…”

“No time! I’ll deal with you after I handle these three servants.” Emily Thompson furiously cut off her master’s communication, then turned to the three with a cold face and said flatly, “I don’t care what your plans are. I’m living here, and I’m not going anywhere.”