"Big brother, Charlie is very sensible and strong. I don't believe fate will keep tormenting him like this. Even if we have to give it our all, we must help him find a Duanxu Pill!" David York said resolutely, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. "The humiliation that the Prince of Donglin inflicted on our The York Family—one day, they will pay back double!"

"The matter with the Prince of Donglin ends here. The Prince of Donglin is an officially appointed prince, and just among his subordinates, there are as many as seventeen ninth-rank experts, with an army of a hundred thousand. He also has powerful backers at court. Our The York Family simply can't compete with them; we can only swallow our grievances. Right now, I just want to cure Charles York. No matter how much humiliation we suffer, I am willing to endure it. We can't afford to stir up any more trouble." Henry York shook his head. Even if the old master returned, the strength of the The York Family would still be far inferior to the Prince of Donglin's household. "After years of investigation, I already know who harmed Charlie back then. Even if it costs me everything, I will get justice for Charlie!" A look of determination flashed in Henry York's eyes.

The wind howled. Charles York knelt for a while; he didn't want to become a burden to The York Estate. If there was any chance to restore his shattered meridians, he was willing to pay any price!

With a buzzing sound, the flying dagger in his mind suddenly began to tremble. The dagger was reacting again, and Charles York was startled. Lately, the dagger had been trembling from time to time, but this time, the reaction seemed even more intense than before.

Chapter 4: The Nine-Star Heavenly Chen Art

After returning from his father, Charles York went back to his own quarters. The furnishings in the room were extremely simple—aside from a wooden bed and a cabinet, there was nothing else.

A faint connection had formed between him and the flying dagger, as if they were communicating some kind of message. This made Charles York a bit uneasy. Could this dagger actually be some kind of living thing, with its own consciousness? Although a little frightened, Charles York quickly calmed down. No matter what happened, his situation couldn't get any worse than it already was. What was there to be afraid of?

Charles York sat cross-legged on the bed and quickly entered a meditative state, trying to use his consciousness to reach out to the flying dagger.

Streams of red light swirled and flowed around the dagger, which hovered above Charles York's sea of consciousness like a blazing sun, radiating boundless light.

Time passed quickly—one hour, two hours, three hours—the dagger's reaction grew more and more intense.

"Boom!"

A surge of immense energy burst forth from the flying dagger. In the face of this powerful energy, Charles York's own profound qi was like a stream compared to a river—utterly insignificant.

This energy surged through Charles York's shattered meridians. Although much of it dissipated, the amount that remained was still astonishing.

His heart felt as if it had been struck heavily. Charles York spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wah," bracing himself against the edge of the bed and gasping for breath.

"What terrifying energy!" Charles York thought in shock. Even at his peak three years ago, the profound qi he had gathered couldn't compare to this energy. The purity of this energy was far above that of profound qi.

It might be some kind of extraordinary profound qi!

After being washed by this strange profound qi, Charles York felt some changes in his body. Layers of dead skin peeled off, just like some animals shedding their shells, revealing crystal-clear skin beneath. His whole body radiated with new life.

Although his broken meridians had not yet healed, Charles York could feel that there seemed to be a power within his body capable of rebirth.

In a daze, Charles York felt himself arrive in another space. He was floating above the surface of the sea, surrounded by endless ocean stretching as far as the eye could see. Charles York heard a voice calling to him from afar, but he couldn't make out what it was saying.

Streams of pure profound qi kept rising from below, drifting away with the wind. To his astonishment, Charles York discovered that this vast ocean was actually formed from that strange profound qi.

How pure must the profound qi be to condense from a gaseous state into liquid!

And not just a little, but an entire vast ocean!

With so much profound qi, even millions or tens of millions of cultivators couldn't exhaust it in tens of thousands of years!

The voice grew more and more distant, eventually disappearing without a trace.

"What is this place? It feels like a dream, yet not quite a dream." Charles York thought. Could this strange place be related to the flying dagger in his mind? The sensations were so vivid—this was definitely not a dream!

He thought of a possibility: could this vast ocean be the world inside the flying dagger?

Charles York was filled with curiosity about the flying dagger in his mind. It was said that this dagger had been passed down from Charles York's ancestors in his previous life. After Charles York obtained the dagger, he had crossed over into this world.

Half-awake and half-asleep, Charles York felt the energy inside the dagger continuously overflowing, circulating throughout his body without obstruction. His originally shattered meridians, under the nourishment of this strange profound qi, gradually showed signs of healing.

Charles York felt his thoughts drifting in the sky, as if he were both asleep and awake.

He didn't know how much time had passed when he suddenly heard a sound outside the hut and abruptly sat up.