“For Elder Reed, the core interests of our family naturally take precedence over everything else. If you rashly return to your maiden family to plead, not only will you hit a wall, but the Zhao clan will also look down on us.” Pausing for a moment, before his wife could speak, Henry Brooks took the initiative to reassure her: “Miss William, don’t worry. The Zheng and Zhao clans are, after all, related to the Chen clan by marriage, and all are under the jurisdiction of Yunyang Sect. In all matters, the rules will be observed.”

“Your task is to take good care of the children at home and keep the inner residence stable. As for the matter of Sheshan Market, I will handle it.”

“Alright, Henry, I’ll listen to you.” William Carter nodded solemnly. “I will stand united with you as husband and wife, and we’ll get through this together.”

After a few more words between them, Henry Brooks finally left the house to meet up with Jason Brooks.

However, when he saw Jason Brooks, the solemnity on his face had completely vanished, and he was once again relaxed and at ease, as if everything was under control.

The two chatted and laughed as they headed straight for the mountain gate.

But they had only gone halfway.

Suddenly.

A “whoosh” sound of something breaking through the air rang in their ears.

Immediately after, a streak of spiritual light descended from the sky, swirling around Jason Brooks like a lively little snake before hovering in front of him.

This scene gave Henry Brooks, whose cultivation had reached the peak of the sixth level of the Qi Refining stage, quite a fright.

He hurriedly shielded Jason Brooks behind him, and upon closer inspection, realized that the spiritual light was extremely familiar.

It was a small sword, about the size of a palm, with a bead embedded in the hilt, the whole thing radiating a dazzling, shimmering glow.

“The Xuanmo Spirit Sword!”

This was the Xuanmo Spirit Sword in its shrunken form.

Both uncle and nephew were greatly surprised, unable to understand why the Xuanmo Spirit Sword had flown out of the ancestral hall and followed them.

“Whoosh, whoosh!”

The Xuanmo Spirit Sword darted up and down twice, then flew directly into Jason Brooks’s palm, where its spiritual light instantly faded, turning into an unremarkable little sword.

It was obvious that this was the doing of Ethan Brooks.

Ever since parting with his great-grandson Jason Brooks yesterday, he had been wandering around the main residence, seeing many things that, as the old ancestor, he normally wouldn’t witness.

He also discovered that, in his heroic spirit state, he could only move within a ten-li radius of the [Fortune Bead].

If he went beyond that range, his movements would become increasingly sluggish.

Last night, after wandering until midnight, he had nowhere else to go and finally returned to the ancestral hall.

The long night was cold and lonely, so he calmed his mind and continued to study the wonders of the purple energy.

Soon, Ethan Brooks discovered that as long as he channeled a bit of purple energy, he could control the Xuanmo Spirit Sword with ease.

Early this morning, upon hearing that Jason Brooks was going to Sheshan Market, he couldn’t wait to come and join him, eager to go out for a stroll.

After all, in the last ten years of his life, his health had steadily declined, and to prevent any accidents, he had hardly ever left Qingyu Cliff.

Besides, he also wanted to test the wonders of the purple energy at the market, to see if he could pick up any divine weapons or treasures, or something like Junyue Century.

“F-Fourth Uncle, w-what’s going on?” Jason Brooks held the Xuanmo Spirit Sword, a bit at a loss.

Henry Brooks, experienced and knowledgeable, stroked his chin and speculated, “Most likely, the Xuanmo Spirit Sword has developed a spirit and is willing to recognize you as its master.”

Though he said this, he was still full of doubts.

His own grandfather’s Xuanmo Spirit Sword was only a mid-grade spiritual weapon, and it hadn’t existed for very long—how could it have developed a spirit?

“Recognize me as its master?” Jason Brooks was stunned, and said with some apprehension, “I’m only nineteen, and I haven’t even reached the Spirit Spring stage. Even if the Spirit Sword wants to recognize a master, shouldn’t it choose my grandfather?”

In his mind, his grandfather Brian Brooks was the head of the clan and the most qualified person to wield the Xuanmo Spirit Sword.

“Haha, Young Jason, don’t belittle yourself.” Henry Brooks said with a laugh, “When your great-grandfather was alive, you were his most beloved great-grandson. He always said you resembled him by at least fifty or sixty percent when he was young.”

“Now that the Xuanmo Spirit Sword is willing to follow you, perhaps it’s your great-grandfather’s will from beyond, wanting it to accompany you as you grow.”

“However, this is a big matter, so we should first consult your grandfather.”

The more Henry Brooks spoke, the more sense it made. But as soon as he mentioned consulting Brian Brooks, Ethan Brooks grew impatient—your grandfather is waiting to go to the market to test the purple energy, why waste time?

Under Ethan Brooks’s direction, the Xuanmo Spirit Sword leapt up like a fish, shining with spiritual light as it flew straight out of the mountain gate.

“Oh no, let’s hurry and follow!” Henry Brooks’s expression changed, and he quickly grabbed Jason Brooks, flying after it.

Chapter 7: This Rogue Cultivator Girl Just Won’t Quit

Fortunately, the Xuanmo Spirit Sword didn’t try to shake them off. Not long after leaving the mountain gate, it returned to Jason Brooks’s hand.

Ethan Brooks suspected that flying on its own for too long might gradually consume purple energy. In the spirit of thrift, it was naturally better to use his great-grandson as a vehicle.

Henry Brooks had no choice but to instruct, “Since the treasured sword has a spirit and insists on this, just keep it for now and report to your grandfather when we return. Remember, unless it’s absolutely necessary, don’t use it lightly.”

“Yes, Fourth Uncle.”