Usually, John Brooks cultivated in the very center of Wuxin Temple, in the Hall of Thunder and Fire. Summoning disciples to impart Daoist teachings or to discuss important sect matters also took place in the Hall of Thunder and Fire. Brian White slowly searched through David Stone's memories and followed Samuel Smith into Wuxin Temple. Samuel Smith, proud and aloof, didn't think much of killing William Parker; he merely regarded William Parker as an ordinary disciple of the Xuanming Sect. Having defended his sect and killed him, he didn't dwell on it. After bringing Brian White back, he couldn't be bothered to care further, only giving a few brief instructions before parting ways with Brian White and heading off to report to John Brooks about slaying the pill-thief.

Brian White, relying on the impressions from David Stone's memories, carefully found his own courtyard and returned to his residence. When he pushed open the gate, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief—and was also greatly astonished.

Chapter Thirteen: Even Selling My Little jj, I Couldn't Afford to Live Here

This courtyard was right on the edge of Jietian Peak. Looking out from the courtyard wall, one could see a lush, verdant landscape, with mountain beauty everywhere. The yard had three main rooms, three side rooms, seven or eight green cypresses, and a winding stream that slowly flowed into a pond in the courtyard—elegance to the extreme.

This scene made Brian White exclaim, in a rather vulgar way, “If this were on Earth, even selling my little jj, I couldn't afford to live in such a mansion. How much would this cost per night?!”

Brian White still remembered that before he transmigrated, there was a movie where the male and female leads eloped and lived in seclusion in the mountains, staying in a log cabin by the mountain and water, tranquil and elegant. Later, some netizens revealed that the place was a resort villa, costing thirty-six thousand a night, and it became a running joke online.

The resort in that movie didn't even have scenery as good as this place, and it was just a suite, nothing like here—a small courtyard of over two thousand square meters, with its own layout and independent grounds. If this were on Earth, unless you had tens or hundreds of millions, you couldn't possibly buy it. Ordinary people couldn't even dream of living here, or even catching a glimpse.

Brian White couldn't help but excitedly stroll around the courtyard, circling the three main rooms and three side rooms. The rooms in this courtyard were all built especially spacious—each one over sixty or seventy square meters, with ceilings six or seven meters high, extremely roomy. Compared to the pigeonhole apartments in the city, barely over ten square meters and only 2.6 or 2.7 meters high, the difference was like night and day. The room David Stone usually lived in had a bed over four meters wide and more than ten meters long, made of raw wood. The bed was covered with a layer of black fur, stripped from some ancient beast, large enough to cover the entire bed. The black fur was long and silky, soft as silk, and felt warm and smooth to the touch.

When Brian White saw this super bed, his first thought was: “Cultivators really are grand— even their beds are so generous and magnificent. How many girls would it take to fill this bed?!” Brian White automatically filled in the blanks in his mind, placing all the beauties he could remember onto this gigantic bed, only to find that, because he was too proper, he couldn't even recall enough beauties to fill it—leaving him amazed once again.

Brian White kicked off his shoes and lay down, feeling half his body sink into the bed, as if dozens of beautiful girls' hands were caressing him all over. He rolled back and forth a few times, driving away all his worries, wanting only to enjoy this moment of comfort.

After about an hour, Brian White stared at the ceiling and finally began to sort out his thoughts. He had originally planned to leave the Chicheng Immortal Sect, but was caught halfway by Cloud-catcher Samuel Smith and brought back. Now, if he tried to leave, it would be too suspicious. Besides, he had witnessed William Parker's unlucky soul being slain by Samuel Smith with a single sword, which had actually helped him a great deal—he no longer had to worry about anyone exposing David Stone's old secrets. As for his identity as a transmigrator, Brian White wasn't too concerned. After all, there had never been a novel where the protagonist's transmigrator identity was exposed... Although there was that guy called Wandering Toad, who wrote a Western fantasy mecha novel called "Magus Armament," where the protagonist tortured a few unlucky side characters and forced out their transmigrator identities, then tormented them—but that book flopped anyway.

“Never mind all that. Since I can't leave, I'll just keep up the act. As long as I'm careful, it's not that easy for anyone to see through me.” Brian White wasn't the type to overthink things. He got up and went into the courtyard—not to practice swordsmanship, but to slowly circulate his true qi, starting to practice the most basic martial arts.

When Brian White first transmigrated to Tongtian Peak, the place he cultivated in was small, so he only practiced the twelve basic sword forms of the Chicheng Immortal Sect that David Stone had learned, along with the sword techniques he had mastered in Shushan 2. He was confident in his swordsmanship and wasn't worried about being exposed in that regard.

But aside from swordsmanship, Brian White wasn't so confident in other areas. Now that he was in the Chicheng Immortal Sect's stronghold at Jietian Peak, in Wuxin Temple, his identity was David Stone—he couldn't afford to make a single mistake in word or deed.