Every boarding martial arts student at the Martial Arts Academy lives in a private room. Although each room is small, it fully preserves the students’ personal space, creating a good environment for their cultivation.

As for why return to the Martial Arts Academy? Blake Carter felt clear-headed, having his own little plan.

Blake Carter had barely warmed his seat in the dormitory when the door was knocked.

From the lingering memories of the previous owner, Blake Carter learned that this person was called Edward Howard, also a martial arts student from Donglin Town.

“Wushuang, why are you back again?” Edward Howard got straight to the point, asking anxiously.

“Something up?” Blake Carter glanced at Edward Howard and asked indifferently.

Edward Howard and Blake Carter were close, fellow townsmen from Donglin Town, always on good terms. Since Blake Carter's incident, this was their first meeting.

“Can we talk inside?” Edward Howard pointed at the dormitory.

The two entered the room. Blake Carter jumped onto the bed, sitting cross-legged, not even asking why Edward Howard had come.

Edward Howard carefully closed the door and whispered, “Wushuang, why haven’t you gone back to Donglin Town? Don’t you know that Zhang Xian and the others are deliberately targeting you?”

“I know,” Blake Carter replied casually.

“You know and you’re still staying here? I’ve seen Zhang Xian looking for trouble with you lately. You’d better be careful. If you ask me, you should just go back to Donglin Town.” Edward Howard rubbed his hands, his gaze earnest and anxious—his concern was truly heartfelt.

“You came to tell me this—aren’t you afraid they’ll give you trouble?” Blake Carter rarely showed a hint of a playful smile.

“I have nothing worth their attention. Besides, we grew up together in Donglin Town. I may not be able to help you, but I can’t stand by and watch others bully you. Wushuang, listen to me—go back to Donglin Town!”

Edward Howard was very serious, watching Blake Carter and waiting for his answer.

“Ziyan, don’t come here for no reason from now on. I’ll handle my own affairs; if you don’t want trouble, don’t get involved in all this mess—it won’t do you any good.”

Blake Carter's words weren’t pleasant, but they were honest.

“Wushuang, there’s that stubborn streak of yours again! Don’t be foolish, leave as soon as possible…”

Edward Howard suddenly stopped, because he noticed Blake Carter was staring at him with a stern look.

“If you’re done, then go.”

He opened the door and directly pushed Edward Howard out, slamming it shut with a bang.

Edward Howard stood at the door, stunned for several minutes. Was this really his old friend Blake Carter? How had he become so cold?

Blake Carter's lips moved slightly, feeling a bit helpless inside. It wasn’t that he didn’t understand human relationships, nor was he trying to be the bad guy. First, he didn’t want his training disturbed; second, the environment was dangerous—Zhang Xian’s group could cause trouble at any time, and he didn’t want to implicate the innocent.

This Edward Howard truly meant well, and Blake Carter knew it. But the more well-intentioned it was, the more troublesome it became right now.

Edward Howard still had three or four years left at the Martial Arts Academy. If he offended those privileged students because of this, the consequences would be unbearable.

Blake Carter, on the other hand, was different. His return to the Martial Arts Academy was purely to integrate himself into this world, to grasp the current situation as much as possible, and to wait for some opportunities to accomplish certain things he had planned.

In other words, he could leave at any time.

However, what Blake Carter didn’t expect was how patient Zhang Xian’s group was this time.

Chapter 0008: Counterattack, Counterattack!

Blake Carter's return to the Martial Arts Academy once again was already beyond many people’s expectations.

What shocked them even more was that Blake Carter had actually changed his style. The old Blake Carter was always gloomy and sullen, with a look of deep bitterness and hatred.

Now, Blake Carter wore a harmless smile, neither deliberately currying favor with anyone nor intentionally distancing himself, giving off an air of calm detachment.

The former Blake Carter, who was once inferior, withdrawn, and even a bit extreme, seemed to have been completely transformed. Whether in group activities at the academy or in small gatherings, he appeared so at ease.

Of course, in the eyes of the other students, this behavior seemed like pointless posturing. They all felt that such a lofty, detached attitude was only suitable for the super-privileged. How could a poor student like you act this way?

The first to notice this change was, of course, the head of the Martial Arts Academy, Henry King. Ever since he returned from Qin Family Village last time, he had kept this matter in mind.

He decided to have a talk with Blake Carter to sound him out.

That afternoon, Blake Carter was meditating in his dorm when he was summoned by one of the headmaster’s assistants.

Blake Carter chuckled to himself, knowing that Henry King couldn’t hold back any longer. He had been back at the academy for almost half a month, and while he could stay calm, Henry King was the one getting anxious.

Last time Henry King asked him to return to the academy, Blake Carter had already deduced that Henry King must have reached some kind of agreement with certain factions. Luring him back was definitely part of a scheme—most likely to repeat the previous duel.

Blake Carter was curious to see just how shameless Henry King could be.

As he approached the headmaster’s office, he immediately saw the top figure of the Martial Arts Academy—Headmaster Henry King.