Emma Sullivan paused for quite a while before speaking again: “That may be so, but we’ll still look into William King carefully. We’ll start by approaching him through Claire Carter. If that William King really is someone on par with the demonic giant Stephen Ward... such a terrifying powerhouse, completely outside the control of the Martial Arts Association, lurking in Linjiang City—don’t you find it hard to sleep at night?”

　　“Up to you.”

　　……

　　The Carter Family Villa.

　　The master’s courtyard, similar to a servant’s room.

　　William King sat at his computer desk, holding in his hand the sword that hadn’t left its sheath in years.

　　He was simply holding it, with no intention of drawing it.

　　“Six years, it’s time... The Battle of the Galaxy begins again.”

　　William King looked down at the sword in his hand, gently stroking it, his expression focused and earnest, as if he were tending to his beloved.

　　In his mind, a template invisible to ordinary people appeared clearly.

　　William King.

　　Strength 7, Constitution 9, Agility 4, Spirit 8.

　　Basic Fist Technique (Beginner), Mortal Grade Mid-Tier Beidou Divine Fist (Minor Achievement), Mortal Grade Mid-Tier Tianfeng Art (Peak), Mortal Grade High-Tier Sky-Splitting Nine Strikes (Mastery), Mortal Grade High-Tier Hunyuan Body Refinement (Peak), Mortal Grade High-Tier Northern Moon Swordsmanship (Peak), Incomplete Spirit Grade High-Tier Sword Nurturing Art (Beginner).

　　As for martial arts realm...

　　William King glanced at it, then closed his eyes.

　　He, William King, the Northern Moon Sword God of his era, was able to roam the world thanks to the miraculous ability attached to this character template—as long as he could defeat enemies above his level, he would gain skill points, and even character attribute points.

　　“In the last Battle of the Galaxy, I already obtained the Galaxy Token. You, Paul White, relying on your status as a chosen one, were bewitched by that demoness Sarah Green, and with a single word stripped me of my qualification to enter the Kunwu Wonderland. When I argued back, you dismissed me as an ant and killed me with a single palm... If I hadn’t saved 4 attribute points and immediately raised my constitution from 5 to 9, stubbornly clawing my way back from the brink of death, I would have been completely dead by now...”

　　William King slowly opened his eyes, a terrifying murderous aura brewing within them, his heart, calm for nearly a decade, once again growing restless.

　　“I will enter the Kunwu Wonderland. I will refine the power of the sun, moon, and stars to reach the summit. When that time comes, Paul White, I’ll make you understand who the real ant is!”

　　“Pa!”

　　William King’s hand suddenly gripped the sword hilt, and the entire sword instantly hummed and vibrated. A sword intent that only a true sword master could sense wailed within the sheathed blade, as if it wanted to leap out!

　　“No! Not enough! Qinghui, it’s still not enough!”

　　Before the sword Qinghui could ring out of its sheath, William King had already pressed down hard on the hilt, stopping it from coming free.

　　“The time hasn’t come yet... Ten years to hone a sword, ten years to nurture a sword, ten years to hide a sword! This sword, I’ll save for you, for you, Paul White! If you, Paul White, do not die, I, William King, will never draw my sword!”

　　William King forcibly suppressed the murderous intent in his heart, the chilling killing aura throughout his body, under the tempering of his formidable spirit of 8, was forcibly merged into the Qinghui Sword. In that moment, the sword intent and sharpness radiating from Qinghui Sword receded and settled once more.

　　Sword!

　　The sword that remains sheathed is the most threatening sword!

　　Sword Nurturing Art!

　　Spirit Grade High-Tier Sword Nurturing Art!

　　To seal one’s own killing intent, conviction, spirit, and will into the sword, constantly tempering and nurturing it, waiting for the moment the sword is drawn to shock the world with a single strike.

　　“Whew!”

　　William King let out a long breath, sealing all his previous anger, ferocity, and murderous intent into the sword—tempering, nurturing, and hiding it within. He himself calmed down again, all murderous aura gone, completely returning to his previous calm and indifferent demeanor.

　　“I wonder how far the Battle of the Galaxy has progressed now, whether the Galaxy Token has appeared... All contact with the outside world has been cut off, I need to find a way to open up new channels of information.”

　　William King slowly set down the Qinghui Sword in his hand, his mind turning over his thoughts.

　　Just then, a commotion came from outside the door. Faintly, he could hear excited shouts: “The young lady is back.”

　　William King turned his head and glanced out the window. A black Mercedes was parked at the villa entrance. A sunny, elegant man with the air of a successful person was smiling and saying something, while opposite him stood a woman in a white blouse, her waterfall-like hair cascading to her waist, accentuating her tall and perfect figure. Even though she wore only ordinary shoes, they couldn’t hide her fair, jade-like slender legs. Just her back was enough to make countless young men swoon.

　　The owner of this villa, the Flying Immortal Sword Grace Carter.

　　And the man facing her...

　　Skyscraper Finger Henry Foster.

　　The two of them were known as the Twin Stars of the Green Province martial world by many martial artists.

Chapter 6 Grace Carter

　　“Brother Foster.”

　　A joyful voice rang out from inside the villa, and soon a beautiful figure happily ran out to greet them.

　　“Claire.”

　　Henry Foster, who was chatting and smiling with Grace Carter, turned his head slightly and greeted the approaching figure with a smile.

　　“Brother Foster, you’re here! Where did you and sis go for fun this time? Did you bring me any gifts?”