“After all, in your eyes, I’m just a useless, unorthodox, blunt white sword at best—maybe just lucky enough to help you strike it rich…”

　　“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I was really wrong, I shouldn’t have thought of you that way, Sword Spirit senior, please forgive me!”

　　……

　　Emily Thompson had to put in a lot of effort before the sword spirit finally forgave her rudeness.

　　“Senior, um, about that Immovable Overlord Body you mentioned before…”

　　“Oh, that? It’s very simple. Every day, use a sharp blade to bleed a liter, then hammer your limbs and torso with an iron hammer, break your tendons and bones, use severe injuries to stimulate your bloodline, and after about a month, you’ll be able to get started.”

　　Emily Thompson broke out in a cold sweat as she listened. “Isn’t there… isn’t there a gentler way? I have to take the monthly assessment at the end of the month—if I’m covered in wounds, I’m afraid…”

　　“You want something gentler? But back in the day, your ancestor Brian Sullivan tempered himself exactly like this. When he was really desperate, he’d even ask me to chop him with my sword. If it weren’t for Olivia being there, he probably would’ve died on the spot…” As Henry Martinez recalled the tragic, hot-blooded look of Brian Sullivan back then, he added, “Speaking of which, before the final battle, he created a beginner’s training routine for his descendants. It’s actually quite suitable for a little girl like you who can’t take hardship.”

　　Emily Thompson forced herself to ignore the “can’t take hardship little girl” comment and said, “That’s the one I want to learn.”

　　Henry Martinez said, “Open your mind, I’ll demonstrate it for you.”

　　“Huh?”

　　Before Emily Thompson could react, Henry Martinez projected the true form of the sword spirit into Emily Thompson’s mind through the master-servant contract channel.

　　Just as expected, in Emily Thompson’s mind, there was only her own self, and everything else was blank—actually perfect for him to demonstrate the Immovable Overlord Body…

　　Just as he thought this, Henry Martinez suddenly noticed that the Emily Thompson in front of him was staring straight at him, her cheeks flushed, her breathing halted, and her heart pounding rapidly.

　　“What are you doing?”

　　“……”

　　Emily Thompson seemed not to hear him, so Henry Martinez stepped closer, until he could see his own reflection in her eyes: tall and upright, handsome yet heroic, with a face like carved jade, sword-like brows, bright starry eyes, his gaze clear and deep, making one unconsciously fall into it…

　　But what’s so great about this?!

　　It was only then that Emily Thompson snapped out of it, hurriedly took two steps back, and asked in a small voice, “Th-this… is this my ancestor?”

　　“No, this is me.”

　　“What?!” Emily Thompson was practically horrified. “This is you?! That can’t be right, how—how could you possibly look this handsome?!”

　　Henry Martinez’s eyes widened in surprise. “It’s not like this is our first meeting, why are you so shocked? Haven’t you already seen my flawless, pure white sword body and been utterly captivated by it?”

　　“Absolutely not! And I mean the way you look now…”

　　Henry Martinez said angrily, “Are you stupid or something? Compared to my flawless, pure white sword body, this human form is as ugly as a twisted cleaver! It’s like you’re ignoring braised pork and insisting on eating carrots!”

　　“Don’t mention carrots! Fine, it’s my fault, can you please demonstrate the Immovable Overlord Body for me now?!”

　　“…Fine. Next, follow this routine and practice it a few times. With your foundation, you should be able to get started in three to five days.”

　　With that, Henry Martinez recalled Brian Sullivan’s movements: his waist and back tensed like a drawn bow, right arm raised, left hand reaching down, then twisting his body at the waist like a puppet into an exaggerated angle, then his left foot’s toes gripped the ground like a hook, using the ankle as a pivot, his whole body suddenly leaned forward, spinning like a windmill, and the raised right hand came crashing down…

　　Emily Thompson only watched two or three moves before she felt a chill down her spine. “Is—is that really something a human can do?”

　　“Of course, it’s very simple.”

　　“V-very simple? But when I was training my body in the The Thompson Family inner sect, even the instructors who taught snake boxing and jujitsu would probably break their tendons and bones trying this!”

　　Henry Martinez thought for a moment. “That’s why he’s just an instructor, and you’re the mount of a divine sword from beyond the heavens.”

　　“Hey!”

　　Seeing the girl hesitate more and more, Henry Martinez said, “Of course, if you’re afraid of pain and don’t dare, then just forget it.”

　　Emily Thompson immediately stiffened her neck. “Who’s afraid of pain? Watch me, I’ll do it right now!”

　　With that, the little girl recalled the first move of the routine Henry Martinez had just demonstrated: right hand raised, left hand reaching down, waist and back bent like a bow, then a sudden twist at the hips.

　　“Ahhhhh!”

　　Emily Thompson, heavily injured.

　　……

　　Meanwhile, the three shrimp-ball brothers John Thompson, Matthew Thompson, and David Thompson were retching and supporting each other as they returned to the The Thompson Family compound.

　　As elite servants in the The Thompson Family compound, such a miserable state was rare. The three of them were too ashamed to be seen, so they quietly slipped in through the back door to the small courtyard where the servants lived. As soon as they entered, they saw Peter Thompson lying on the stone floor, panting like a dead dog.

　　Even for someone who had entered the Wind-Rising Realm, surpassing human limits and stepping into the path of immortal arts, running three laps around Qingyun City with several hundred pounds of weight in an hour would absolutely leave anyone exhausted like a dead dog.

　　Hearing the footsteps of his three companions, Peter Thompson didn’t even lift his head as he spoke.

　　“You three are back, huh? So, how did it go?”