Although when William Carter used spiritual energy to heal his body just now, he had already casually removed those factors unfavorable to his own cultivation, so a minor issue like nearsightedness was naturally a piece of cake for him. But after all, once he returned to the sect... oh, no, it should be called a school here—after returning to school, shouldn’t he put on a bit of an act in front of his classmates?

Glancing around, William Carter finally spotted “his” glasses about three meters away, couldn’t help but curl his lips, and said helplessly, “Still have to wear this strange thing on my nose bridge—just thinking about it feels awkward!”

Standing up from the pool of blood, he casually wiped the blood from his hands onto his clothes, walked over to pick up the somewhat deformed glasses, held them up for inspection, and found that both lenses were actually intact. William Carter couldn’t help but click his tongue in amazement, muttering, “Even after such a hard crash, they didn’t break. Looks like this thing they call technology is pretty impressive!”

“Putting on the glasses actually makes everything even blurrier…” William Carter kept putting the glasses on and taking them off, finding it quite amusing.

Given William Carter’s cautious and calculating nature, the reason he could be so calm and composed, talking to himself here, was because he hadn’t sensed any danger. Otherwise, would he still be here admiring the night view of the street and complaining so much? He would have run as far away as possible long ago!

As for being covered in blood… for William Carter, who was used to killing at the slightest displeasure in the cultivation world, this was nothing out of the ordinary. So as long as he felt his body was fine, he didn’t even give it a second thought—he’d just find somewhere with water to wash up before heading back to school.

In the end, William Carter endured the blurry vision and a hard-to-describe discomfort, put on those inconvenient glasses, and finally looked toward his bike, which was smashed and then mercilessly crushed into pieces a dozen meters away, scratching his head.

“Forget it, I’ll just walk back to the sect—oh, no, they call it a school here… actually, that fits. Isn’t it just a place to learn skills?”

“Might as well take the chance to practice my Thousand-Mile Divine Step. Sigh, of all places, why did I have to end up in this spiritual energy-depleted dump? My talent for absorbing the world’s spiritual energy is completely wasted here…”

Though he was grumbling, William Carter still carefully checked his surroundings, missing nothing. Only after he was completely sure that “he” had indeed been in a traffic accident, and not the victim of a deliberate murder, did he leisurely leave the scene.

In fact, he really didn’t know that this wasn’t a traffic accident at all, but a deliberate attempt on his life!

“Hmph! Even if it was a traffic accident, that’s not okay! You hit me and then ran off—don’t you know I always take revenge? That bastard driver, just wait. If I find you, you’re dead! Hmph, even if it was unintentional, you’ll at least have to compensate me with a pile of spirit stones, right?”

“Suffering a loss? That’s not my style!”

Spirit stones are the hard currency of the cultivation world. William Carter was clearly still not fully adapted to the language of this country. As he tried to adjust, a few habitual terms still slipped out of his mouth.

William Carter is the type who never suffers a loss. Even though he hadn’t found any signs of murder just now, if he was killed for no reason and didn’t try to get some compensation, he wouldn’t be himself!

“And those fellow disciples (classmates) and thugs who bullied or mocked me—you all just wait!”

It had to be said, William Carter’s ability to adapt to new environments and identities was strong. In just a short while, he was already thinking about getting revenge for himself!

But… ideals are full, reality is harsh.

With spiritual energy on Earth so depleted, even though William Carter had once cultivated to the Tribulation Crossing stage, it was now completely useless! He knew his own situation best—never mind the Tribulation Crossing stage, with his current body, even reaching the very first level of Qi Refining in cultivation, who knows how long that would take!

But none of this was really a problem for William Carter. After all, he had once reached the Tribulation Crossing stage—he still had the experience.

Besides, although the spiritual energy here was thin to a rare degree, when William Carter passed under big trees or through flowerbeds, he could still occasionally sense the faintest trace of plant spiritual energy seeping out.

It was just that there was so little of it, he simply couldn’t absorb any!

Not afraid of too little, only afraid of none at all!

William Carter entered the Dao through medicine. The reason he was able to rise meteorically and become a rare cultivation genius was mainly because of a secret talent no one else knew about: he could continuously devour and absorb the spiritual energy of all things in the world. This was his greatest reliance for reaching the Tribulation Crossing stage in just over twenty years!

William Carter didn’t have any lofty goals, no compassion for the world, no strong sense of mission or responsibility for the common people. As for a healer’s benevolence, noble morals, or great character—well… in his view, those were utterly ridiculous!

In the cultivation world, might makes right—whoever is strongest has the final say. He believed this was a universal iron law!

Therefore, he had only one goal: to become stronger, stronger, and even stronger!