“Understood, Master.” Nolan Clark put down the Grant Benson he was carrying on his back. “Actually, the main reason I came this time is because of this person.” Colin Foster frowned and glanced over, asking, “What’s wrong with him?” Nolan Clark explained his judgment to his uncle. Although he hadn’t witnessed it himself, his guess was almost certainly correct. “For some unknown reason, this person was able to kill the Menghua Snake that had been cultivated two years ago, and after eating its snake gall and flesh, he has fallen into a deep sleep and cannot wake up.” Colin Foster understood his intention. He scratched his already thinning hair and said with difficulty, “Ah, this is a bit tricky. For most other poisons, our sect’s Zi Huan Pill can’t detoxify, but it can at least preserve life. But this kind of poison—what can we do? I’ve really never heard of it.”

“Please, Uncle, save his life!” Nolan Clark knelt down and said, “Uncle, I know you must have a way. I’ve already examined this child—his bones are extraordinary, a constitution I’ve never seen before. If we could take him into our sect, he would surely bring glory to the Wuwei Sword Sect!” Colin Foster waved his hand and said, “Our sect already has Hugh Benson and Stephen Benson. With those two, it’s enough to bring glory to the Wuwei Sword Sect—if you want me to save him, you don’t need to use such a reason, do you?” Nolan Clark said, “No, Uncle, if you don’t believe me, you can see for yourself.” Colin Foster looked at Grant Benson, didn’t bother to stand up, and flicked a stream of energy from his fingers. The energy circled around Grant Benson’s body and returned to Colin Foster’s hand. Colin Foster’s expression changed; he stood up and walked over to Grant Benson, reaching out to feel his bones. Instantly, his face changed dramatically: “Heavens, this is golden muscles and jade bones—even a Great Luo Golden Immortal is no better than this!”

Nolan Clark hung his head in silence. Colin Foster paced back and forth a few steps, then made up his mind: “Alright! Get up. I’ll immediately bring out the last ancestral golden pill to save his life! After he wakes up, assign him to the miscellaneous laborers, let him start from scratch, and do not let him feel in any way special or superior. But you must secretly keep a close watch on his every move!” Nolan Clark bowed deeply: “Disciple obeys!”

The ancestral golden pill was the greatest treasure of the Wuwei Sword Sect. This golden pill was the last batch refined by the sect’s founder, Franklin Clark, before his ascension. The alchemical furnace ascended to the heavens with him, leaving behind only six golden pills. The golden pill’s effects were miraculous—no matter the injury, just one could bring someone back from the dead. Even if the primordial spirit was destroyed, the golden pill could restore it! Since the founding of the Wuwei Sword Sect, living up to the name of Misty Rain Peak, the sect had weathered countless storms. If not for these golden pills safeguarding its journey, it might have perished at least once by now.

This time, Colin Foster decided to use the last ancestral golden pill, truly valuing Grant Benson’s constitution and believing he could eventually cultivate to immortality, leaving behind six golden pills like the founder, and then depart at leisure. In other words, Colin Foster hoped that one golden pill could be exchanged for six, or even more.

Colin Foster immediately bathed and changed clothes, then walked through the night to the back mountain, as a sign of respect for the founder. Below the Preaching Cliff at the back mountain was the Dao-Proving Tomb, the burial ground of generations of ancestors. Though called a burial ground, most of the memorial tablets only stored relics of the predecessors. Whether they ascended successfully or not, they rarely left behind any remains, unless they died in an accident. There were also dozens of corpses buried here—those were the elders who died in the last calamity of the Wuwei Sword Sect, during the final battle with the number one demonic sect at the time, the Extermination Sect. In that battle, the Wuwei Sword Sect used three ancestral golden pills in succession, saving three peerless experts on their side, and finally achieved victory. The last ancestral golden pill was originally reserved for the sect leader at the time, Miles Clark, but he gave up the chance of rebirth to leave a golden pill for future disciples. The entire Wuwei Sword Sect regarded him, apart from the founder, as the greatest hero of the sect.

Colin Foster arrived outside the Dao-Proving Tomb. In fact, it was just a tombstone—a massive stele over five meters tall made of bluestone, with the names of the deceased carved on it. If someone had special achievements, they would also be recorded there. For example, under Miles Clark’s name, there was no sparing of words—over a thousand characters were used to record his deeds.

Colin Foster kowtowed three times and bowed nine times, completing the grand ceremony, then lit three sticks of incense. Wisps of blue smoke curled up, drifting over the stele. Within this smoke was hidden Colin Foster’s power; only members of the Wuwei Sword Sect could open this stele. The smoke slowly drifted into the characters on the stele, circling the first few words at the top. The stele rumbled and slowly moved aside, revealing a large hole behind it. Colin Foster first respectfully placed the incense sticks into a censer at the entrance behind the stele, then bowed again before stepping inside.