John Sullivan pondered that with his own reckless and chaotic methods, if he went up to help sort out the other person's spiritual flow, would he be more likely to help or to kill the other person instead? Just then, he caught a glimpse of the sword lying on the ground.

The sword was long and slender, and at this moment, because its master's spiritual power was rampaging, it was emitting a blinding silver light, flowing ceaselessly along the darkly engraved runes and ancient patterns on the blade.

John Sullivan recognized at a glance what sword this was, and to whom it belonged.

Damn it!

Of all people, he had to run into this one!

If he had still harbored any intention to help just now, now all he wanted was to run for his life. But it was already too late. The man in white whipped his head around and had already spotted him!

John Sullivan had absolutely no mind to praise, “What a handsome man!”—no matter how good-looking, if a man is glaring at you with bloodshot eyes and bulging veins on his forehead, you’d better get on your knees!

He flung his sleeve and ran, but the man punched the stone wall, sending rocks flying. The long sword thrown on the ground shot through the air and pinned itself into the bluestone right in front of John Sullivan's escape route, cutting off his way out. In that instant, the crazed man in white had already lunged forward.

Seeing that it was too late to run, John Sullivan braced himself and charged. He gathered his spiritual power in his right hand and slapped it desperately at the other’s chest.

If this person really was as powerful as the legends said, with strength nearly on par with the protagonist’s cheat-level abilities, then this palm strike would be utterly useless. Not only useless, but John Sullivan might even be sent flying three zhang away, coughing up blood or something.

But, unexpectedly, it worked. The one sent flying three chi away, coughing up blood, wasn’t John Sullivan—it was the other guy!

At that moment, John Sullivan stared at his own right hand, looking at the man in white he’d just knocked down with a single palm, and deeply thought, Damn, how awesome am I!

Actually, people who go berserk from qi deviation are certainly terrifying when they go wild, but they’re also very fragile. If you’re lucky, maybe a single slap will break the last straw holding them up.

John Sullivan looked at the man, who was half-kneeling on the ground in pain, struggling to stand but repeatedly falling hard to his knees. In the end, he sighed, moved closer, and placed his hand on the man’s back.

“Let’s get this straight first.” John Sullivan didn’t care whether the man could understand him or not, and muttered to himself, “I’m not familiar with this stuff either. If I accidentally kill you, at least I tried my best, so don’t blame me.”

No one knew how much time passed before John Sullivan felt the spiritual energy in the man’s body gradually calm down and flow normally. Only then did he finally relax and withdraw his hand.

The man in white, now back to normal, hung his head low, still not fully conscious.

John Sullivan had already guessed this person’s identity, but the system notification confirmed it for him.

[Congratulations! System prompt: You have changed the plotline ‘Death of Liu Qingge’. The villain ‘John Sullivan’ has reduced his courting-death value and hatred value. B-rank +200!]

As expected. This was his fellow disciple, yet another poor soul who, in the original story, died at the hands of John Sullivan.

The master of Baizhan Peak, one of the twelve peaks of Cangqiong Mountain Sect: William Clark.

William Clark was a truly badass character.

Among the twelve peaks of the Heavenly Palace, each had its own strengths and unique features. For example, the leading Qiongdian Peak oversaw the whole sect, looking down over all the mountains; John Sullivan’s Qingjing Peak was the favorite of intellectuals and artsy youths; Wanjian Peak, thanks to its natural advantages, had always produced master swordsmiths; as for Kuxing Peak, you could tell what it was about just from the name—just the thought of being whipped there made John Sullivan not want to go...

Among the twelve peaks, Xianshu Peak was a super tempting existence.

Because this peak only accepted female disciples. And, the disciples were always extremely beautiful—beauties everywhere. Countless self-indulgent fanfics written by pervy readers flourished, with masterpieces like “The Overbearing Fairy Falls in Love with Me” and “Those Days of Hugging Left and Right on Xianshu Peak” being especially popular, so widely spread and influential that they could even rival the original work.

But the one that young people most wanted to join, admired, and were most passionate about was definitely Baizhan Peak, led by William Clark!

This was the most battle-hungry branch of the Cangqiong Mountain Sect, and also the one with the strongest fighting power.

Every Baizhan Peak master throughout history was a top-notch swordsman, always victorious in battle, an undefeated legend—how hot-blooded and cool is that!

Therefore, David Sullivan was quite fascinated by this character. Men always have a special admiration for the strong. Even though the original work didn’t describe him directly, the image of William Clark in John Sullivan’s mind was always that of a sharp-featured tough guy. A war god!

John Sullivan looked down at that face, beautiful as a girl’s, and felt that the fantasy he’d always had was shattered.

Why did the invincible master of Baizhan Peak have to look like a refined young gentleman?

But then again, William Clark was the older brother of the main heroine, the peerless beauty Liu Mingyan. The protagonist’s wife was top quality, so the power of genetics was strong—and scientific!

Invincible in battle, with an arrogant and wild personality, and looks to rival Pan An—no wonder the author killed him off early.

Someone other than the protagonist dares to be this awesome? You’ll be dead in no time! Damn, he hadn’t considered this before, but now he wondered, would saving this person affect Charles Clark’s enjoyment?

This cool character didn’t get much page time. Besides his awe-inspiring battle record, his other main purpose was to set off how much of a scumbag John Sullivan was.