At present, the reputation of the humble Qin family has hit rock bottom. If they don’t show some sign of recovery, Logan Walker even doubts whether the Qin family can last until the “Family Appraisal” four years from now.

Logan Walker was a grandmaster of martial arts in his previous life. In the society of China in that past life, the environment was also very complex, and the law of the jungle—survival of the fittest—prevailed among people, with natural selection and the elimination of the weak.

He never expected that after being reborn into this new world, the law of the jungle would manifest itself even more primitively and directly.

This made Logan Walker, who had always enjoyed challenges, feel as if he was starting anew, even like a fish in water, and it also gave him new motivation to strive forward.

With these new thoughts and this new drive, Logan Walker once again drifted into sleep.

Early the next morning, his elder sister Grace Carter brought him a large basin of water to help him wash up. Logan Walker did not resist, letting his sister gently wipe his face.

Suddenly, Logan Walker opened his eyes: “Sister, what’s wrong?”

Grace Carter was startled, then forced a cheerful smile: “Sister is fine.”

Logan Walker shook his head: “Impossible, you have something on your mind.”

Grace Carter’s beautiful face flushed bright red, but she refused to admit it: “Sister really is fine. Blake, just focus on recovering your health and getting back to your cultivation. You don’t need to worry about family matters.”

“Sister, tell me, what’s really going on? If you see me as your brother, don’t hide it from me.” He grabbed Grace Carter’s hand, his gaze calm and steady, with a determination that brooked no refusal.

Held by her brother and feeling the strength in his eyes, Grace Carter unexpectedly felt a surge of courage and sobbed softly: “Yesterday, Ben from the farm came to Qin Manor to report on some matters. We talked in the house for half an hour. This morning, his corpse was delivered to the manor gate…”

“How could this happen?” Logan Walker was stunned. It seemed the Qin family really had no shortage of enemies.

“It was that demon!” Grace Carter became agitated. “That demon has tormented me for six whole years!”

“Demon?” In Blake Carter’s memories, there seemed to be no record of this matter.

Grace Carter lowered her head in tears: “That demon took a fancy to me when I was twelve, and threatened to come take me away ten years later. He warned father not to betroth me to anyone else, nor allow any other man near me. Otherwise, ten years later, he would return to Donglin Town and wipe out the Qin family. Father was afraid you’d act rashly, so he never told you about this. Blake…”

Logan Walker was completely stunned. Isn’t this just like the legendary tale of a warlord forcibly taking a bride? Are there really such domineering people in this world?

“What’s that person’s background?” Logan Walker was curious. He really wanted to know if this person had three heads and six arms, or was of imperial or noble descent.

Grace Carter shook her head sorrowfully: “I don’t know… Over the past six years, any young man who spoke to me a bit more either died or disappeared. I… I’ve practically become a bringer of misfortune.”

In ancient times, there was the superstition of women bringing bad luck to their husbands, but to bring death to young men before even marrying, and to do so to a whole group, one after another—if this reputation spread, Grace Carter’s name would be ruined beyond imagination. Logan Walker could easily picture it.

Even in the strictly hierarchical world of today, or even in the 21st century where Logan Walker lived in his previous life, many people still firmly believed in such superstitions about women bringing misfortune, treating it as a life creed.

“Ten years… So there are still four years left?” Logan Walker calculated.

Grace Carter’s face was pale, but her tone was exceptionally resolute: “Blake, don’t worry. For the sake of the family, even if I have to go through fire and water, I’m not afraid. As long as you can carry the family’s hopes, not let father down, and not disgrace our ancestors, I’ll do anything without regret!”

Logan Walker said nothing, walked to the window, opened it, and gazed at the brilliant morning light outside, speaking with utmost sincerity: “Sister, I won’t let you wait another four years.”

Chapter 0005: The Evil Guest Arrives

Luojiang County covers a large area, but news travels fast.

The news of Blake Carter’s resurrection quickly spread beyond the family, out of Donglin Town, to Luojiang County city, and into the ears of those scheming noble lords.

In the manor’s martial arts training ground, Logan Walker finished a round of practice, worked up a sweat, then regulated his breathing, standing in the center of the field, feeling the subtle changes in his body.

In his previous life, Logan Walker was known as the “Martial Maniac” and “Martial Madman”—these nicknames were well earned. Having been reborn, it was only natural that he couldn’t change his nature as a cultivation fanatic.

As soon as he could get out of bed, Logan Walker immediately began his first cultivation journey in this new world.

This body’s natural endowments weren’t bad, and it had one advantage: a very diligent approach to cultivation. The only shortcoming was the lack of a powerful martial manual, and a steady temperament that lacked a certain innovative spirit. As a result, although Blake Carter was diligent, his cultivation level among his peers was only average.

If not for his relentless hard work, he would have long been left behind by his peers.

By comparison, Logan Walker felt he was very fortunate in his previous life. After all, the techniques he practiced then were all top-tier, each one a true masterpiece.