Inside the several houses of the Purple Bamboo Garden, there was utter silence, with no one responding.

At this hour, Charles Stone and Henry Turner should be deep within the purple bamboo grove practicing their skills, unable to hear any commotion from this side. As for James Bennett, no one knew where he had gone, so naturally, there was no one around.

The young man in white, David Smith, called out again, but still received no answer. He couldn’t help but furrow his brows, complaining, “Could it be that everyone in the Purple Bamboo Garden is still not awake? Why isn’t there even a single breath of life here?”

The young woman frowned and whispered, “Senior Smith, mind your words. This is the Purple Bamboo Grove—don’t let anyone overhear and cause Uncle Bennett displeasure.”

“Uncle Bennett? Haha…” The young man laughed rather frivolously, but still lowered his voice, saying, “This Uncle Bennett, I’ve heard that even if someone were to ride on his head, he wouldn’t get angry… Such a cowardly person, I really can’t imagine how he ever became one of the top ten disciples back in the day!”

The young woman was startled and hurriedly said, “Senior Smith, what did Father tell us before we came? He told us to be extremely careful with our words, so how can you…”

She hadn’t finished speaking when a cold snort sounded from behind them.

A voice, cold and sharp, said, “How my master became one of the top ten disciples back then is none of your concern—you’re not qualified to ask! But I’d like to know, how did such an arrogant and disrespectful person become a disciple of Lock Cloud Peak? Is it because your family is rich? Or do you have a powerful father?”

The voice was icy, but the tone was full of reproach and a sharp counterattack, which was quite startling. The gaze from behind felt like needles pricking their backs, almost tangible, even causing a faint pain.

This voice came from behind the two of them.

Startled, they quickly turned around, only to see a young man, covered in dust from head to toe, looking rather dirty, but with a pair of sharp eyes that shot out a cold light as he stared at them.

This young man was slightly thin, with a tall, slender build, sword-like brows, and thin lips. At first glance, he didn’t seem particularly handsome, but the more one looked, the more intriguing he became. His pursed lips formed a downward half-arc, giving off an unapproachable, proud aura, tinged with a hint of cruelty and wildness. But at this moment, the light in his eyes was like two sharp swords, opening and closing with a commanding presence, making it impossible to meet his gaze!

It was William Carter!

Chapter 10: I Won’t Compete With You in Shamelessness!

After taking the Golden Blood Ginseng, William Carter spent some effort sliding down to the bottom of the cliff. After all, the gallbladder of the seven-colored golden-crowned snake was also a valuable item—a rare antidote. It would be a shame to waste it.

Only then did he circle around and return from the outside.

He hadn’t expected to see two people standing at the entrance of the Purple Bamboo Garden as soon as he got back. And one of them was even speaking so rudely, insulting his master! Instantly, anger surged within him, and he coldly countered.

As soon as the guy introduced himself, William Carter knew that this was the only son of John Smith, the master of Lock Cloud Peak. So William Carter measured his response—if you insult my master, I’ll retaliate with your father!

No matter in his past or present life, William Carter was never one to suffer losses.

“Who are you?” The young man in white, David Smith, darkened his expression.

William Carter revealed a mocking smile, simply staring at him quietly, his gaze somewhat strange.

His earlier words, starting with “my master…”, had already revealed his identity, yet David Smith still asked such a question. Clearly, he was intimidated by William Carter’s aura and had lost his composure. Whether or not he answered was meaningless.

Such a person was not worth his attention!

At the same time, he secretly warned himself. In his earlier anger, he had felt the sword energy surging in his heart, which had unconsciously shown in his eyes. This must never happen again in the future.

In his previous life, after his sect was destroyed, William Carter left Tianwai Tower and wandered the world. His personality was already somewhat withdrawn, and after such a great upheaval, he became even more unruly.

Aside from diligently practicing swordsmanship, William Carter rarely concerned himself with worldly affairs. His life was uneventful, and he seldom interacted with others. Drawing his sword at the slightest disagreement was common. Over time, this forged his character into one as proud and sharp as an unsheathed sword!

Dressed in black as dark as ink, with a sword as white as snow, he roamed the world, unmatched!

That was the William Carter of his previous life. But after being reborn, William Carter’s mindset changed greatly, knowing full well he could never walk the same path again…

Moreover, everything could be remedied, and all regrets could be redone. The current William Carter was, as the poem goes:

With the spring breeze, the horse’s hooves are swift,

When joy comes, the spirit is high;

All cherish lofty ambitions and soaring thoughts,

Rolling up scrolls of poetry in wild delight!

The world is beautiful, life is full of hope—how could he remain aloof? Even if he wanted to… he couldn’t be aloof anymore.

Still, he remained vigilant. Situations like today, where his sword energy leaked out, were most likely to cause trouble and suspicion. With his meager strength at present, it was best to keep a low profile.

“Are you a disciple of this Purple Bamboo Grove?” David Smith asked again when the other party didn’t answer.

William Carter shook his head and looked at the young woman, not even glancing at him out of the corner of his eye. Although his mindset had changed greatly, that innate pride was deeply rooted. For someone who couldn’t even understand what others were saying, William Carter didn’t even have the interest to spare a glance.