Edward Grant was completely puzzled. In Shenzhou, even the most top-tier Heaven-rank swords had never been heard of being able to merge into one’s brow.

Though he was delighted inside, Edward Grant didn’t show a trace of it on his face. He knew this was definitely a major event, and exposing it would do him no good.

Quickly adjusting his inner joy, Edward Grant asked, “How did you know that the pool behind the mountain is called ‘Hidden Sword Pool’?”

Edward Grant had been in the Heavenly Sword Sect for over three years, a year earlier than John Harris. He considered himself to know much more than John Harris.

But even Edward Grant didn’t know that the pool behind the mountain actually had a name, yet John Harris did, which struck him as odd.

John Harris replied, “It was the steward who brought you back last night who said so. He said that every year on the night of the full moon on August 15th, a sword shadow appears in that pool, but when people go down to look, there’s nothing there. That’s why it’s called ‘Hidden Sword Pool’. This name has been around since decades ago, when they first joined the Heavenly Sword Sect. Even the inner sect elders and the sect master have gone down to investigate, but found nothing. This strange phenomenon caused quite a stir back then, but since there really was nothing in the ‘Hidden Sword Pool’, people gradually forgot about it.”

In previous years, on the night of August 15th, Edward Grant had never gone to the ‘Hidden Sword Pool’. This year was the first time he encountered the full moon on August 15th, and it just so happened.

“Others went down and found nothing, but I happened to see that sword, and it even entered my brow. Could it be that I have something special compared to others?”

Edward Grant pondered for a moment, then a thought struck him: “That’s it. I’ve fused the souls of two lifetimes, so my spiritual power far surpasses others. Spiritual power is innate—even Heaven-rank techniques can’t cultivate it. Perhaps it was my powerful spiritual force that triggered the sword hidden in the ‘Hidden Sword Pool’?”

“The moment that pure white little sword entered my brow, my cultivation rose by two realms in a row. It must be an extraordinary treasure. I wonder if my cultivation will continue to progress at this speed? Arthur Grant, Grace Grant... you treacherous pair, just wait. It won’t be long before I come to settle the score with you. The grudge of the past—I’ll make you pay back tenfold!”

At this moment, Edward Grant’s heart was filled with power.

Chapter 002: Beating Up William Bolton (Part 1)

“Sword rises like the wind…”

“When the wind moves, the sword follows…”

“Chasing Wind Sword…”

…

On the back mountain of the outer peak of the Heavenly Sword Sect, Edward Grant was practicing his swordsmanship.

Ever since that special experience at the ‘Hidden Sword Pool’, Edward Grant’s cultivation had not only advanced by two realms and his strength soared, but his understanding of swordsmanship had also reached an unimaginable level.

If swordsmanship mastery were divided into ten levels: beginner, getting a glimpse, making some progress, rising steadily, gaining insight, great achievement, entering the hall, reaching perfection, reaching the peak, and attaining the miraculous—

Then, Edward Grant’s previous level was about the sixth, ‘great achievement’, but now, he was at the tenth, ‘attaining the miraculous’.

Edward Grant felt that the sword was like an extension of his own arm, as if it had become one with him.

“Maybe it’s because of that ‘pure white little sword’ in my brow. My sense for the sword has become at least ten times sharper, just like my own arm, and my understanding of swordsmanship has improved more than tenfold.”

“Whoosh…”

Edward Grant swept his sword horizontally, a sound splitting the air. Ten steps away, a silver fir tree as thick as a bowl was cut cleanly in half, the upper part falling to the ground.

“Whew…”

Edward Grant sheathed his sword and stood still, pressing his two fingers together in front of his chest, sinking his breath to his dantian, and let out a long exhale.

Once his breathing was steady, Edward Grant’s gaze fell on the silver fir tree, now cut cleanly at the waist ten steps away, a look of joy on his face.

With a few quick steps, Edward Grant came to the broken silver fir, his palm stroking the stump’s mirror-smooth surface, a smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

“Sword Qi—only those at the seventh level of the Martial Artist realm can unleash Sword Qi. I’m only at the sixth level, yet I can already do it. From ten steps away, my Sword Qi cut through a silver fir as thick as a bowl. My Sword Qi can reach at least twenty steps.”

“Unleashing Sword Qi is the mark of the seventh level of the Martial Artist realm. But even then, the farthest Sword Qi can reach is just over ten steps. To reach twenty steps, only someone at the eighth level could do it.”

“What exactly is the sword shadow in the ‘Hidden Sword Pool’? Not only did it raise my cultivation by two levels at once, but my strength has soared, almost comparable to the eighth level of the Martial Artist realm.”

“And it brought my understanding of the ‘Chasing Wind Sword Technique’ to its peak—truly miraculous. This mid-grade Yellow-rank sword technique, when I use it, is no less powerful than a high-grade Yellow-rank technique, and it even unleashed Sword Qi.”

Edward Grant touched the spot between his brows, gently rubbing it, muttering to himself, his voice full of delight.