Because someone else held incriminating evidence over him, David Stone was forced into doing several things that violated the sect’s rules and went against his conscience, making more and more mistakes. If his master John Brooks were ever to find out about these things David Stone had done, at best he’d be stripped of all his powers, his body destroyed, and sent to reincarnate and start over.

Brian White had just taken over the body and hadn’t fully grasped David Stone’s memories yet, but with the guidance of William Parker, he immediately recalled one incident after another. The scene of those two sisters, completely naked and dying with their eyes open, flashed vividly before his eyes, making Brian White’s blood surge.

“This William Parker absolutely deserves to die! I didn’t even have any excessive thoughts to begin with, but he actually forced this short-lived wretch to such a point, making him do such outrageous and cruel things. It’s a wonder that this loser could even endure it. He can put up with it, but I can’t. I must kill this man—otherwise, how can I call myself human? You filthy bird, you brought this on yourself with your despicable actions, so you can’t blame me for being ruthless. I refuse to live a life of constant humiliation, always at risk of being blackmailed and made into someone’s lackey, and with one misstep, I’d have to reincarnate all over again.”

Brian White was not David Stone; though they shared the same body, their personalities were completely different. David Stone was gloomy and miserable, always fearful and timid. Brian White, on the other hand, was a repressed but bold character, fearless and decisive. David Stone died in silence, while Brian White was determined to gather strength in silence and explode. David Stone could be manipulated by William Parker, growing more and more cowardly, losing all will to resist, but Brian White immediately developed a murderous intent, even willing to risk everything in a life-or-death struggle.

When Brian White crossed over, he brought nothing with him except his swordsmanship—he was as bare as could be, a “naked transmigration” to rival naked running, naked marriage, or naked chatting.

David Stone wasn’t favored by his master in Chicheng either, so poor that he only had a single, extremely shoddy flying sword. Who knew when his master John Brooks would be in a good enough mood to grant him another? So even though Brian White wanted to kill, he didn’t act rashly. He simply and slowly regulated his true qi, making full preparations for a killing blow—he was ready to use “Meteor.”

Chapter Eight: “Nineteen Chapters of Xuanming”

Brian White adjusted the true qi in his body to its most balanced state. Fortunately, he had broken through to the current level of perception, so he could distinguish the footsteps of the two people above and mentally simulate their positions.

William Parker flirted with Cynthia Parker for quite a while before suddenly shouting something—who knows what incantation he recited. Suddenly, a mass of black energy surged from the rock above, and then a black rainbow shot into the sky. From within the black energy, a hoarse voice called out to Cynthia Parker: “I’ll send my yin spirit out to gather information and see if I can contact that David Stone. I’ll return with news for you soon, fairy.” With one less target, Brian White felt a bit less worried, thinking, “That filthy bird clearly has higher cultivation. If I wanted to kill both with one strike, it’d be a bit tricky. Assassinating this green-feathered fairy alone will be much easier.”

While calculating Cynthia Parker’s position and stance above, and planning his sword’s trajectory, Brian White slowly circulated his Chicheng true qi.

Suddenly, a muffled thunder rumbled in the sky, and rain poured down in torrents. Cynthia Parker seemed to pause, clearly shaken by the might of heaven and earth, her spirit momentarily dazed. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Brian White flipped his hand, flicked his fingers, and his sword light shot out like a winding serpent, following the hidden path of wind and rain, flying up to the rock.

—It was the very move he had used to assassinate “Dugu Seeking Mate” in front of a crowd: “Meteor.”

As the sword light flashed, Brian White stepped onto a dent he’d made earlier, flipped himself up, and followed the sword light onto the rock. The torrential rain soaked Brian White’s clothes completely, but he didn’t care in the slightest.

Brian White was absolutely confident he wouldn’t fail.

This was the unmatched confidence he had forged by slaying countless powerful enemies in “Shushan 2”—a confidence only a true master could possess.

Cynthia Parker was beautiful, with an old scar on her forehead, but once Brian White’s sword pierced through her skull, all her charm was gone. His sword went in through the back of her head and out between her eyes, and even though it was the lowest quality flying sword, once stained with fresh blood, it radiated a chilling aura.

However, Brian White didn’t immediately loot Cynthia Parker; instead, his gaze fell on the burly man in brown robes sitting within a black circle of light. This man’s breath was still present, but he didn’t move or speak. Thinking of the black energy that had just escaped, Brian White understood most of it: this filthy bird had sent his yin spirit out, leaving only a physical body here.

“Heh, relying on a protective treasure, you think you can survive under the hand of your granddaddy, Lord of a Hundred Birds? Not a chance!”