It seemed that as his internal yuan power increased, his strength also saw a slight boost.

In other words, the yuan power cultivated through different methods was essentially the same; as long as the yuan power grew, all of his supernatural abilities could progress together.

This meant he now had another path of cultivation. Even without Emily's help, he wouldn't have to wait until winter to train. If Grace Clark could acquire other supernatural abilities, his cultivation path would become even broader and wider.

This was a path no one had ever walked before, and it was also the only way for Grace Clark to surpass those geniuses.

At this moment, Grace Clark's stamina had already been completely drained by Emily Turner. He leaned against the stone bench in the courtyard, slowly recovering.

Not long after, David Harris sneaked in from outside. He looked around furtively and asked, “Where’s the second young lady?”

Grace Clark replied weakly, “She went home.”

Only then did David Harris run up to Grace Clark, pursed his lips, and asked in disbelief, “Young master, do you want to have both sisters?”

“Pah!” Grace Clark stood up from the bench and said, “You can’t expect ivory from a dog’s mouth. Do you think your young master is that kind of person?”

He and Emily had stayed in the room for a long time just now, so this rascal must have misunderstood. Grace Clark said, “Emily was helping me cultivate just now.”

A silly grin appeared on David Harris's face as he winked at Grace Clark, “I get it, I get it…”

Then he asked again, “So does young master actually like the second young lady?”

Grace Clark did indeed like Emily Turner, but not in the way David Harris imagined.

To be honest, it was a bit sad—across two lifetimes, no one else had ever treated Grace Clark as well as she did. She helped him enter the Academy of Supernatural Arts, spent her yuan power, and delayed her own time to help him cultivate, all because of that marriage contract with her elder sister.

Who wouldn’t like a girl like that?

Not to mention she was so beautiful, and her figure was so good…

Seeing that Grace Clark didn’t deny it, David Harris assumed he was admitting it. He thought for a moment, then offered advice from the side, “Actually, if you really like the second young lady, it’s not impossible. When the engagement was first set, it wasn’t specified that you had to marry the eldest young lady. They’re both daughters of the Zhao family—marrying either is the same, there’s no difference…”

“Get lost, get lost, get lost…”

Grace Clark waved his hand, telling David Harris to get far away. He had never thought about getting married, so he wouldn’t marry anyone. But then again, if it really was with Emily…

Thinking of that beating, he quickly banished that terrifying thought from his mind.

If he really did marry Emily, then he might only have the status of a househusband in the future…

Grace Clark continued to imagine such a scenario, and actually felt a bit happy. Although his status at home would be a bit low, at least he’d have a family. The word “family” had already become very unfamiliar to him.

After daydreaming for a while, Grace Clark shook his head self-mockingly and planned to return to his room to rest. At that moment, a flurry of footsteps sounded outside the courtyard, and soon two figures hurriedly entered from outside.

The beautiful woman in front, as soon as she entered, grabbed Grace Clark's hand, her face full of worry. She looked Grace Clark up and down anxiously and asked, “Xiu’er, where are you hurt?”

A middle-aged man followed behind her. When he saw Grace Clark standing safe and sound in the courtyard, the tension on his face eased a little.

Grace Clark looked at the pair, confused, and asked, “You are…”

The middle-aged man’s expression changed slightly at these words, while the woman looked at Grace Clark in disbelief. At that moment, with a thud, David Harris suddenly knelt before the two of them, his face full of guilt as he said, “I’m sorry, master and madam, I failed to protect the young master!”

…

A short while later, at the Ping’an Marquis’s residence.

“You’re saying the young master was knocked out by a meteorite and then lost his memory?”

“And he awakened a supernatural ability?”

“A Heaven-rank ice supernatural ability?”

The middle-aged man and beautiful woman, who had rushed back to the capital after receiving the news, looked at Grace Clark in shock, their eyes fixed on him.

He had only been gone a few days, and so much had changed at home.

First, their son had nearly died from a falling star. After waking up, he lost all his memories, and then, after eighteen years of showing no supernatural talent, he suddenly awakened the ice ability. The Ping’an Marquis and his wife didn’t know whether to feel happy or worried.

In the end, the woman wiped her tears, tightly held Grace Clark's hand, and said, “Whether you’ve awakened a supernatural ability or not doesn’t matter. As long as you’re safe, that’s all that matters…”

Grace Clark felt very awkward. Of course, by now he already knew that the couple before him were the Ping’an Marquis and his wife, who had rushed back to the capital after hearing their son was in trouble.

They were the parents of the other Grace Clark, but not his parents.

Although Grace Clark felt an inexplicable closeness to the Ping’an Marquis and his wife, he couldn’t bring himself to call two strangers “father” and “mother.” Using the excuse that he had other matters to attend to, he quickly left home.

On the streets of the capital, David Harris followed behind Grace Clark, asking curiously, “Young master, you’ve only been to the yamen a few times in total. Why do you suddenly want to go today?”

Grace Clark replied, “It’s precisely because I rarely go that I need to. This job wasn’t easy to get—if I lose it, what will I do in the future?”