The family was not without servants, nor without maids. But Grace Carter insisted on personally handling these matters, arranging proper meals for Logan Walker. As a woman without a cultivation physique, Grace Carter had always buried her own dreams of cultivation deep within her heart since childhood, placing all her hopes entirely on her younger brother.

Logan Walker's goal was to complete the cultivation of the Strength Martial Realm within three to six months.

Then, before the family’s evaluation in four years, he aimed to restore seventy to eighty percent of his peak strength from his previous life.

All his efforts were directed entirely toward the “family evaluation.”

As long as the family existed, all hope remained.

Of course, this was only Logan Walker's preliminary plan at this stage.

When it came to actual implementation, it would still depend on diligent study and hard work every day. If he harbored any wishful thinking, or thought he could coast on his past achievements, his cultivation progress might not even match that of his previous life!

Having been reborn, and being a martial arts expert in his past life, Logan Walker naturally knew that the greatest taboo in martial cultivation was arrogance and complacency.

With a goal and a plan in place, Logan Walker would never be careless in execution. Over the past month, he woke earlier than the roosters and went to bed later than the dogs every day.

A month slipped by unnoticed. Logan Walker had gradually shaken off the discomfort of rebirth, completed his role transition, and fully integrated into his new family. Spending each day with his family, he felt more and more the warmth and kindness of the people of Qin Family Village, and the sense of familial affection grew stronger with each passing day.

During this month, he made a decision—to give up the name Logan Walker and completely regard himself as Blake Carter.

Logan Walker was not even his real name in his previous life, so this could hardly be considered forgetting his roots. In fact, he had been an orphan in his past life, knowing neither his parents nor his surname. He was adopted by an old man who practiced ancient martial arts, and since he practiced martial arts, he took “武” (Wu) as his surname. As for “星河” (Xinghe), it was merely the old man’s hope for him—to one day reach a level where his energy soared to the stars and rivers.

The martial arts knowledge and valuable experience from his previous life did not make Blake Carter smug.

That morning, after finishing his laps, Blake Carter went deep into the Cang Mountain behind Donglin Town. Taking advantage of the gentle morning breeze, he assumed his stance, his fists booming like a great bell, practicing a set of “Great Vajra Fist” with great vigor. Every punch landed squarely on tree trunks as thick as his wrist, never missing the mark.

With each crisp cracking sound, every punch brought a tree crashing down.

This set of “Great Vajra Fist” was a powerful fist technique from the Shaolin school in his previous life—fists like vajra, hard as iron. It was the pinnacle of external martial arts.

After finishing the set, he continued with a series of kicking techniques and palm strikes, practicing until his clothes were soaked with sweat. Only then did he slowly finish his training. Looking at the tree trunks felled by his punches, Logan Walker felt gratified—his month of hard work had not been in vain.

Now, this set of “Great Vajra Fist” was showing real promise, exuding a natural aura of majesty. Although he was still far from his peak, and nowhere near a complete transformation, for someone reborn for just a month, it was already a significant improvement!

However, this was still far from meeting Blake Carter's expectations. At best, it was just a small step forward. With his current cultivation, he was still at the bottom rung in this new world.

At most, his strength was equivalent to the sixth or seventh level of the Strength Martial Realm—more than enough to pass the martial apprentice test, but still far from sufficient for major events like the “family evaluation.”

He still had a way to go before reaching the peak of the ninth level of the Strength Martial Realm, not to mention the True Martial Realm, where “external strength reaches its limit and internal energy is born.”

Looking at the sky, the morning sun was just rising. Gazing down the mountain, he saw people gradually appearing on the road.

Blake Carter smiled self-deprecatingly and muttered to himself, “No matter what, when I return to the Martial Apprentice Academy now, I won’t be so constrained when facing those apprentices’ provocations. At least I can handle them with ease, right?”

In his previous life, Logan Walker was supremely skilled. If, in this life, he was provoked by a few mere martial apprentices and couldn’t fight back, it would certainly be a frustrating thing.

His return to the Martial Apprentice Academy was not purely for revenge. But if the opportunity for revenge arose, he would never let it slip by. Teaching a little brat a lesson might not be much fun, but leaving a grudge unavenged was not his style in his previous life. Having taken over Blake Carter's home, he ought to show some gratitude, right?

……

News that Blake Carter was not dead and had returned to the Martial Apprentice Academy after a month caused quite a stir there. Everyone thought Blake Carter was incredibly lucky, like a cockroach.

When Blake Carter once again stepped through the gates of the Martial Apprentice Academy, nearly a thousand apprentices came to gawk at this “undying cockroach.”

Clearly, these apprentices couldn’t figure out why Blake Carter, who had already been declared dead, was alive again.

Since he had managed to survive, why not hide out in Donglin Town? Why come back to the Martial Apprentice Academy? Didn’t he know that coming back here, he could lose his life at any moment?

Everyone was curious—what was Blake Carter after, returning to the Martial Apprentice Academy again?

Having lived two lives, Blake Carter certainly didn’t need to explain anything to this group of brats. Smiling, he enjoyed the feeling of being watched as he strolled leisurely back to his original dormitory.