“Don’t go! Don’t go!” William Bolton’s tearful plea came from behind, as if he could already see his own miserable fate.

To aid the wicked is to court disaster; he brought this upon himself and deserves no sympathy.

Henry Langley strode forward, and after a few minutes, he arrived at the inner door of the living room. Before entering, he heard an old and resonant voice from outside: “Miss Thompson, please, please!”

The living room had two doors, one leading to the inner courtyard and the other to the main entrance. Looking out through the curtain, he saw a group of five people entering—four men and one woman.

Except for the woman, Henry Langley recognized all four men; they were all members of the The Langley Family clan. The elderly man with gray hair was the chief steward, Clark Langley. The other three included two middle-aged men in their forties, both sons of Clark Langley, and finally a young man, one or two years older than Henry Langley, who was Clark Langley’s eldest grandson, Martin Langley.

Henry Langley looked at the only woman. Even with his previous life’s celestial perspective, he was struck by her beauty. She was truly stunning, with eyes like autumn water and skin like the moon, appearing to be seventeen or eighteen, yet already possessing a charm that could topple kingdoms.

But her expression was icy cold, like a glacier, keeping everyone at a distance.

This girl must be from Tiger Sun Academy. What a coincidence.

Hmm?

Henry Langley’s pupils dilated slightly as he noticed something even more coincidental, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The two parties sat down as host and guest. Several maids served fragrant tea and stood respectfully beside the five guests.

“Is the person your The Langley Family is sending to the academy ready?” Emily Thompson spoke, her voice cold yet melodious, with a hint of disdain. She despised favoritism the most. Although she was here on orders, she had no fondness for this future junior.

“All ready, all ready!” Clark Langley replied hastily. Although he was old enough to be the girl’s grandfather, their cultivation levels were actually the same—both at the Gathering Yuan stage.

In martial arts, age means nothing; the strong are respected.

In fact, Clark Langley had a feeling that this girl’s cultivation was even higher than his—he was at the sixth level of Gathering Yuan, while she might be at the seventh or even eighth.

This made him even more eager to send his grandson to Tiger Sun Academy. In a few years, he would surely surpass Douglas Langley in cultivation and help him seize the position of clan head.

“Martin, aren’t you going to greet your Sister Thompson?” The old man turned to Martin Langley.

“Yes, Grandfather!” Martin Langley replied respectfully, cupping his hands toward Emily Thompson. “Martin greets Sister Thompson!” His eyes burned with ambition for this cold, stunning, and incredibly powerful beauty.

He believed that with enough time together, he could surely win her heart.

Emily Thompson was slightly surprised. She remembered that the person from the The Langley Family who got in through connections was called Henry Langley. But what did that have to do with her? She was only here to escort someone back to the academy.

“If everything is ready, let’s depart,” she said indifferently.

“Miss Thompson, would you care to stay a few days at our humble home so we can show our hospitality?” Clark Langley quickly offered, hoping to build a rapport with the girl so she might look after his grandson in the future.

“No need!” Emily Thompson coldly refused and was about to turn and leave.

“Please wait a moment!” a voice called out as Henry Langley strode forward.

The expressions of Clark Langley and the other three changed slightly. No matter how much they looked down on this The Langley Family good-for-nothing, they were, after all, guilty of wrongdoing, and a thief’s heart is always uneasy.

“Brother Han, aren’t you injured? Hurry back to your room and rest.” Martin Langley reacted instantly, darting to Henry Langley’s side and reaching out to grab him, wanting to restrain Henry Langley immediately and give him no chance to speak.

He was at the seventh level of Body Refinement, far stronger than William Bolton.

Chapter 0003: You’re Sick, I Can Cure You

The Body Refinement stage is divided into nine levels. Levels one to three are considered the early stage, four to six the middle stage, and seven to nine the late stage. There are significant differences in strength between these three phases.

The higher the level, the greater the gap. For example, a ninth-level Body Refinement cultivator can easily overpower someone at the eighth level, but a first-level cultivator isn’t at such a disadvantage against someone at the second level.

Previously, Henry Langley seemed to be two levels below William Bolton, but in reality, it was just one major stage apart. However, Martin Langley was at the seventh level, the late stage of Body Refinement, two full stages above Henry Langley.

This was an insurmountable gap. Even if Henry Langley had once been a celestial-level powerhouse, he couldn’t make up for such a huge difference, especially given his current weak foundation.

What to do?

A sharp light flashed in Henry Langley’s eyes. As the other’s palm reached for him, he suddenly threw a punch.

A mocking look flashed across Martin Langley’s face. He didn’t know how Henry Langley had managed to get here, but as the well-known good-for-nothing of the The Langley Family, what threat could he possibly pose?

He channeled his Yuan energy, and the muscles on his chest instantly tensed, as hard as iron. So what if he took a punch from Henry Langley? His priority now was to restrain Henry Langley immediately and prevent him from speaking.

Just as expected.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Henry Langley’s mouth. The other’s reaction was exactly as he had anticipated. Now you’re in for it!