Chapter 1: Martial Artist Registration

Outside the iron gate of a mansion covering three thousand square meters, an ordinary white Volkswagen came to a stop.

A moment later, two youthful and attractive girls stepped out from inside.

Both girls were above average in appearance, especially with their slender waists and long, fair legs, making their figures nearly perfect and adding to their charm.

The only flaw…

Their chests were a bit on the flat side.

“Wow, Emma, this ancient martial artist seems to be doing pretty well—living in such a big villa, you can tell at a glance he’s a famous figure.”

The ponytailed girl among the two looked at the villa, which resembled a small forest park, her face full of amazement as if seeing the world for the first time.

“Xiaoya, don’t be so unsophisticated, okay? You’re at least someone from a prominent family and even earned a PhD. Aren’t you afraid of embarrassing yourself?”

The other girl, who appeared more gentle and quiet, spoke with a hint of helplessness.

“My family may have a bit of money, but those who can afford to live in a place like this are all those old folks… sigh, I mean elders. For us juniors, it’d be lucky if our living spaces are even a third as nice as this.” The ponytailed girl’s beautiful eyes sparkled: “By the way, Emma, how old is this expert? Is he handsome? Does he have a girlfriend? If…”

Emma Sullivan looked speechlessly at the ponytailed girl, who seemed to be swooning, and after a while finally said, “This villa belongs to Miss Carter, and the ancient martial artist we need to register isn’t really the owner of this villa, but rather Miss Carter’s… husband!”

“Husband?”

As soon as Emma Sullivan finished speaking, the ponytailed girl was stunned: “He’s married?”

“Yes, to be precise… he married into the family.”

“Married, and married into the family?”

A strange look appeared on the ponytailed girl’s face: “Are you sure your information is correct? An ancient martial artist would actually set aside his pride and marry into another family’s power? The The Carter Family may be influential, but not enough to make a true ancient martial artist—one worth our registration—marry in, right?”

After a moment, as if she thought of something, her heart skipped a beat: “Grace Carter!?”

“That’s right, the Flying Immortal Sword Grace Carter.”

Emma Sullivan nodded.

Upon hearing this, the ponytailed girl’s attitude changed completely: “The husband of the Flying Immortal Sword Grace Carter!? This guy, how lucky can he get!? He actually caught the eye of the Flying Immortal Sword Grace Carter!?”

“Caught her eye? Not necessarily. It’s said that this was all forced by her father, Brian Carter. Because of this, Grace Carter almost broke with the The Carter Family back then… Oh, and although Grace Carter was known as a genius at the time, she wasn’t particularly prominent. It’s said that this incident hit her hard, and after that, she devoted herself to cultivation, earning the great title of Flying Immortal Sword in just four years.”

“So what about now? How are things now? Did they get divorced? The Flying Immortal Sword Grace Carter is a renowned rising star in the Green Province, her swordsmanship so brilliant that countless masters avoid her edge, but William King… I’ve never even heard of him.”

Emma Sullivan shrugged, not wanting to dwell on the topic: “I don’t know. Let’s go knock. Orders from above—strictly investigate all ancient martial artists. We absolutely can’t let them cause any trouble during this period.”

“A guy I’ve never even heard of can’t be that impressive. He might not even be a real martial artist. What trouble could someone like that possibly cause?”

The ponytailed girl muttered, clearly uninterested.

“This is our job. Just record it. The orders from above are: better to make a mistake than let someone slip through. Do you remember the chaos caused by those lawless martial artists during the last six-year upheaval? Especially the battle between the Fist and Sword Master David Thompson and the Dazzling Sword Eric Bailey in Linjiang City… their destructive power was no less than a terrorist attack!”

“David Thompson and Eric Bailey are both top experts who’ve been famous for years. How many grandmasters like them are there at the pinnacle of the martial world? Most martial artists just practice some flashy moves. As long as you have a gun, a few people could easily take them down.”

Though the ponytailed girl grumbled, she still walked to the iron gate and pressed the doorbell.

In less than a moment, a girl who looked about eighteen came out from inside. She looked at the two of them and asked in confusion, “Who are you looking for?”

“Hello, may I ask if Mr. William King is here?”

“You’re looking for William King? And you are…”