This is the benefit of abundant primordial energy between heaven and earth. Just in this regard, this world is much better than Ethan Carter's previous world!

"Bang!"

Just as Ethan Carter finished his boxing practice, all of a sudden, the main door burst open with a bang. Someone had kicked the door, sending it flying open.

Ethan Carter's eyebrows twitched, and he jerked his head up, only to see a young disciple dressed in the Five Thunder Sect's Daoist robes, carrying a meal tray, walking in.

Ethan Carter recognized this person—his name was James Thompson, a kitchen disciple of the Five Thunder Sect, specifically responsible for delivering meals to the sect's disciples, holding the lowest status in the sect. When it was time to eat, they had to wait until all the other disciples had finished before they could eat.

Although he was just a kitchen disciple, James Thompson clearly didn't take Ethan Carter seriously.

"Hey, loser, time to eat!"

That look in his eyes was condescending, as if he were the master. As he spoke, he placed the meal tray on the ground at the door, gave it a push forward, and was about to turn and leave. His attitude was as if he were feeding a dog.

Ethan Carter had just finished his boxing practice. Hearing these words, a flush of red flashed across his face:

"Stop! Who are you calling a loser?"

"Oh! Got some guts now, huh? Daring to shout at me!"

James Thompson had already walked out the door, but upon hearing this, he immediately turned back, his eyes filled with mockery and ridicule:

"What? I'm talking about you. You are a loser! So what, what can you do to me? Bite me? Hmph! Useless trash like you, do you really think you're still the young sect master?"

Clang!

The meal tray on the ground was suddenly kicked over. The food spilled all over the floor. James Thompson looked at Ethan Carter with a vicious grin:

"Bringing you food is me giving you face. What, don't want to eat? Then don't eat!"

He let out a sinister, cold laugh.

A flush of angry red flashed across Ethan Carter's face. Even the lowest-ranked, food-delivering disciple dared to show him attitude, shout at him, and kick over his meal tray. One could imagine Ethan Carter's current situation.

If it were the old Ethan Carter, at this moment, he would surely have cowered and tried to keep the peace. That was the result of his timid personality.

Strength determines status. After being downtrodden for six years, anyone could end up like this.

"Too bad, I'm not him!"

Ethan Carter's eyebrows shot up, a trace of anger appearing on his face. He shouted in a thunderous voice:

"What a brazen, insolent lackey! I think you've been blinded by lard, daring to climb over my head. I am the young sect master of the Five Thunder Sect, and you, a mere cook, are defying your superior. According to the sect rules, your martial arts should be abolished, your heart cut out and your lungs dug up. All I have to do is report this to the Discipline Hall, and we'll see how you die then!"

Ethan Carter's roar was sharp and forceful. There was an aura of authority about him, a natural air of command that instantly revealed the sharpness of a young sect master.

James Thompson was used to the old "loser" who let others trample on him and was always timid. Suddenly seeing Ethan Carter display such a fierce aura, the stark contrast left him stunned, as if he were seeing an elder or the sect master himself.

Chapter 2: Trouble

After all, Ethan Carter had once been the heir of a strict and powerful family, so he naturally exuded the aura of someone in power without even trying.

This was something the original "Ethan Carter" did not possess.

James Thompson, after all, was just a lowly cook. He only dared to look down on Ethan Carter because he seemed timid and weak. Now, seeing Ethan Carter display the bearing of a young sect master and invoke the sect rules, he was immediately frightened. His expression changed again and again, no longer as arrogant as before.

However, while gentlemen are easy to reason with, petty people are hard to deal with. James Thompson's thoughts turned, and recalling the rumors in the sect, he immediately had other ideas.

"Tch! I actually let this kid scare me. The elders in the sect have long wanted to get rid of him; why would they help him? He's just waving a tiger's skin, and I actually got scared! If this gets out, the other disciples will all laugh at me!"

Thinking this, James Thompson's fear lessened considerably, and instead, a fierce glint appeared in his eyes.

"You little brat, daring to bluff me. Today I'll make you suffer a bit, so you'll remember this lesson in the future."

James Thompson cursed.

He absolutely refused to admit that he had been intimidated by a few words from the so-called loser.

He clenched his fists, making cracking sounds. His eyes were fierce as he slowly approached Ethan Carter, determined to teach Ethan Carter a lesson.

Although kitchen disciples had low status, their martial arts training was the same as everyone else's. James Thompson, being good at reading people, had even ingratiated himself with a few inner disciples, so his martial arts were actually a bit stronger than most.

Ethan Carter watched James Thompson approach, a glint flashing in his eyes.

"If you dare lay a hand on me, you're just asking for trouble!"

Ethan Carter's expression was calm and composed, showing not the slightest hint of panic. He simply stared at James Thompson, his gaze stern.

Seeing Ethan Carter so calm, James Thompson instead became flustered.

"What's with this kid today? Why is he acting so strange? Could he have something up his sleeve?"

James Thompson felt a jolt in his heart, but then thought: