After resolving the troubles of the three people, Mike Sullivan returned to his own home and once again took out that mysterious little knife. Ever since he arrived in this world, he had always wanted to become a true strong cultivator. Originally, because he couldn’t draw in qi, he never had the chance. Now that he could, he naturally wanted to seize every moment to cultivate.

Mike Sullivan held the little knife and slashed down through the air in front of him, only to be surprised to find that his knife couldn’t move forward at all. It was as if the knife had sunk into a solid rock—no matter how much force he used, it wouldn’t budge in the slightest.

“Spiritual energy... That’s right, now I have spiritual energy, so let me try using it.”

Mike Sullivan activated the spiritual energy in his qi sea, which instantly surged through his meridians into his arm. Gripping the little knife, he slashed downward with force.

“Chila...”

The little knife moved through the air, making a soft sound, but it only advanced a tiny bit.

“So hard, but as long as it moves, that’s enough.”

Mike Sullivan finally saw hope. He frantically channeled his internal spiritual energy, and the little knife in his hand moved downward bit by bit, until he could no longer move it at all.

“A three-inch-long crack. If I keep going, the immortal energy that comes out will all escape. I’d better absorb it first, and after I finish refining it, I can cut again—it’s the same.”

Mike Sullivan put the little knife away close to his body and began to absorb and refine the immortal energy leaking from the crack.

In less than a quarter of an hour, he had refined all the immortal energy. After practicing a set of Roc Fist techniques, he once again took out the little knife, activated his internal spiritual energy, and slashed at the air in front of him.

The little knife moved through the air, but it was as if it had sunk into steel. This time, the knife couldn’t move forward at all.

Mike Sullivan stubbornly kept trying, but no matter how much force he used, the knife wouldn’t move in the slightest.

In the end, even after Mike Sullivan had completely exhausted his internal spiritual energy, he still couldn’t make even the tiniest cut in the air.

“What’s going on? Why can’t I cut it open anymore? Could it be that this little knife can only cut three times, and then it can never be used again? Or is it that my strength isn’t enough, so I can only cut three times for now, and when I’m stronger, I’ll be able to cut more?”

Mike Sullivan was filled with panic. If it was the latter, that would be fine, but if it was the former, wouldn’t that mean he’d never be able to cultivate again?

Lying on his bed in his room, Mike Sullivan couldn’t sleep all night. Just as he finally dozed off in a daze, the village rooster began to crow—the sky was already bright.

Mike Sullivan was awakened by the crowing, sat up in bed, and the first thing he did was take out the little knife he kept close, then slashed at the air in front of him.

In the next moment, a miracle happened.

A crack was once again cut open in the air before Mike Sullivan, and immortal energy slowly flowed out from the gap.

“Immortal energy! I can actually absorb immortal energy again!”

Mike Sullivan was overjoyed, immediately sat up, began absorbing the immortal energy, and then practiced his fist techniques.

In the morning, Mike Sullivan once again used the little knife in his hand to cut open the air three times, absorbing immortal energy three times. But on the fourth attempt, he still couldn’t cut open the air.

It wasn’t until the next morning that he was able to cut open the air again.

Mike Sullivan started to understand: right now, he could only cut open the air three times a day, and then he couldn’t do it anymore.

Then, the next day, he could continue to cut open the air again.

Maybe in the future, when his strength increased, he’d be able to cut open the air more times, but for now, it wasn’t possible.

He also discovered something else: after he opened a crack, only a small portion of the immortal energy would flow out on its own. Most of the immortal energy still needed to be actively drawn out by himself.

“I wonder when I’ll be able to cut open a fourth crack. That way, my cultivation speed would become even faster. I’ve only been cultivating for four days, and I’ve already reached the late stage of Spirit Attraction. And that’s just with three cracks—if I could open four, how fast would my cultivation progress then?”

Chapter Four David Wright (Part 1)

The night was already deep, but tonight, at the entrance of Nanlin Village, many villagers had gathered. Tonight was the night they would go to Taoli Village to dig the irrigation canal.

By now, the villagers who went to dig the canal should be returning soon.

“Look, they’re coming, they’re coming.”

Suddenly, someone among the villagers called out softly. Soon, almost all the villagers heard a jumble of footsteps approaching, and then faintly saw several figures walking toward the village entrance.

“It’s Mr. Brooks and the others coming back. Quick, light the lamps!”

Tonight happened to be a cloudy night. The moonlight in the sky was dim, and not a single star could be seen. That was precisely why the village had decided to dig the canal tonight.

Very soon, some villagers lit two lanterns, and the village entrance immediately became bright. At this moment, the five villagers who had gone to Taoli Village to dig the canal also returned.

“Hmm?”