Relying on "Quentin Harper"'s experience, before reaching the third level of True Refinement, he could proceed smoothly, knowing how to circulate true qi even without the methods of True Refinement. But from here on, he must purchase the True Refinement techniques as soon as possible.

This also requires a large amount of money.

"Pa."

At dusk, Quentin Harper took his sword and went straight out the door.

"Young hero Lu... should I prepare more fierce beast meat for tomorrow?"

Seeing that Quentin Harper was about to leave, Ruby Howard hurriedly came up to ask.

"I won't refuse anyone."

Leaving these words behind, Quentin Harper quickly disappeared around the street corner.

"Understood..."

...

"Bang!"

When Quentin Harper returned to his dormitory, what he saw was his own luggage, bedding, and utensils being violently thrown out of the room, smashing against the corridor wall and scattering all over the floor.

Outside the dormitory, more than a dozen students from Qingyuan Academy were gathered, pointing and whispering in the direction of the dorm.

"Senior Shawn Rowe truly deserves to be Senior Brian Norton's close friend, so decisive! He should have forced him out long ago. Sharing a floor with such a shameless person is simply a disgrace to us Jonathan Goodwin."

"Quentin Harper actually still has the nerve to occupy the advanced students' dormitory? He should take a good look at himself—what right does he have to live in a dorm reserved only for elite students?"

"He failed to ambush Senior Brian Norton, and instead had his meridians shattered by Senior Brian Norton. Now he's just a cripple. I really can't understand how someone like him still has the face to stay at Qingyuan Academy."

The dozen or so students gathered in small groups, watching as Quentin Harper's belongings were thrown out one by one, speaking coldly.

One of them, seeing Quentin Harper arrive, quickly tugged at Jonathan Goodwin, who was still mocking him.

But Jonathan Goodwin only glanced at Quentin Harper, and even in front of him, showed no intention of holding back: "What, am I wrong? Quentin Harper, what right do you have now to stand alongside us as classmates?"

Quentin Harper gave Jonathan Goodwin a look and walked toward his room.

"Still glaring at me? How dare you! What, do you think I'm wrong? Stop right there!"

Quentin Harper's calm attitude made Jonathan Goodwin even angrier. He strode forward, actually trying to block him.

But the moment he stepped out, Quentin Harper's sword flashed from its sheath.

"A cripple dares to draw his sword in front of me, Jonathan Goodwin!? Courting death!"

Jonathan Goodwin flew into a rage, and his treasured sword was instantly drawn as well.

However, before he could even use his sword technique, Quentin Harper's blade had already struck his sword, sending a shockwave through it, and blood spurted out.

The sword in Jonathan Goodwin's hand was shaken so hard that his tiger's mouth split open, and the sword flew from his grasp.

In the next instant, Quentin Harper's blade turned, and the three-finger-wide sword slammed down hard, striking Jonathan Goodwin's face.

"Bang!"

Jonathan Goodwin was sent flying by the force of the blow, crashing into the corridor wall and shaking down a cloud of dust.

"Ugh!"

With a cry of pain, a mouthful of blood mixed with broken teeth spewed from his mouth.

"If you can't speak like a human, then you don't need this mouth."

After sending Jonathan Goodwin flying with a single blow, Quentin Harper sheathed his sword, stood tall, and strode straight toward his dormitory.

Chapter 7: Compensation

"Jonathan Goodwin!?"

"Senior Goodwin?"

"Ah!"

Seeing Jonathan Goodwin sent flying in an instant, the dozen or so students who had been waiting to watch the show couldn't help but cry out in shock.

Jonathan Goodwin.

One of Qingyuan Academy's elite students, a master at the second level of True Refinement, his cultivation ranked in the top hundred of the entire academy.

But now, he was sent flying by a single blow from Quentin Harper, whose meridians had been shattered and true qi crippled?

"Uuuuu!"

Half of Jonathan Goodwin's face was covered in blood, most of his teeth broken, looking utterly miserable. Yet his face was still full of anger.

Along with the anger, there was also fear.

Fear of that sword from Quentin Harper that had dismantled his attack and sent him flying in an instant.

If it happened again, he still wouldn't be able to dodge that sword.

...

"What are you all yelling about!"

At this moment, the commotion outside seemed to attract the attention of the person wreaking havoc inside. Soon, a young man in the elite student uniform of Qingyuan Academy walked out.

When he saw Quentin Harper at the doorway, his eyes lit up: "Oh! Who is this? The number one genius of Qingyuan Academy, Quentin Harper, Senior Harper! Senior Harper, what brings you to the advanced students' dormitory area today? Aren't you busy with your math club?"

Quentin Harper glanced at the young man.

William Quinn, an elite student of Qingyuan Academy, ranked thirty-first.

"Oh, oh, oh, sorry, sorry, I almost forgot—this room, not long ago, used to belong to Senior Harper, didn't it?"

William Quinn said mockingly. "Pa."

At that moment, the sound of something being smashed came from inside the room.

A young man about the same age as William Quinn was letting a finely crafted white jade sword case fall to the ground, shattering it to pieces.