“Brian Lewis!” Logan Clark staggered over to the old man, cradling Brian Lewis's bloodied head in both hands, but the old man's body was already cold.

“Ah—” Logan Clark howled at the sky in fury, as if he wanted to tear the heavens apart!

If only he were strong enough, he could have saved Brian Lewis! If only he were strong enough, he could have killed these three people with a single punch! If only he were strong enough, Douglas Clark would never have dared to provoke him!

“I must become stronger!”

“I must become stronger!”

Logan Clark roared in his heart, his killing intent surging without end. He would definitely avenge Brian Lewis's death!

Definitely!

……

“Grandfather, I have already followed your orders and killed that old dog!” Douglas Clark stood respectfully before an elderly man in his sixties.

“Knowing that my only grandson suffered such humiliation, I don't believe that old ghost can endure it! As long as he shows himself, I’ll know just how big a hidden danger he left behind after his failed breakthrough. If possible... heh heh!” The elderly man revealed a sinister smile. He was, of course, the Grand Elder of the The Clark Family, Henry Clark, and currently the head of the The Clark Family.

“Grandfather, what if that old man can still hold back?”

“Wait for a month. If that old ghost still doesn’t show up, send someone to cripple one of Logan Clark’s legs! But don’t leave any evidence—after all, the reputation of harming one’s own clan is not pleasant, and the other elders are all eyeing the position of clan head. We can’t give them any excuse!”

“Yes, Grandfather!”

……

“Brian Lewis, it’s all Logan Clark’s incompetence that dragged you into this! Logan Clark swears to the heavens that he will make those people pay with blood, so you may rest in peace!” In front of a new grave, Logan Clark stood up. He had been kneeling there for more than half a day.

Blind hatred is useless; to take revenge, he needed great strength. His grandfather was still in seclusion, so the only one he could rely on now was himself!

Burying all his anger deep in his heart, Logan Clark became calm as still water, his gaze resolute, determined to press forward with no turning back!

Although his monthly silver allowance had been withheld for the past two years, with the savings from previous years, Logan Clark still had over four hundred taels of silver. He took a banknote for one hundred taels, left the The Clark Family, and went to the nearest pharmacy.

As the saying goes, “the poor study literature, the rich practice martial arts.” Martial artists’ cultivation is inseparable from the support of elixirs. For example, the Yuan-Boosting Pill contains intense spiritual energy; once ingested, it can be directly refined into true essence, without the need for a martial artist to absorb the world’s spiritual energy through acupoints, greatly speeding up cultivation!

Of course, this stuff is ridiculously expensive—a single pill costs a thousand taels of silver and is often out of stock! Meanwhile, an ordinary family of three spends only about ten taels of silver a month. Only the truly wealthy can afford it!

Before Nathan Clark went into seclusion, Logan Clark had taken a few Yuan-Boosting Pills. Reaching the second level of the acquired realm was all thanks to those pills. But after Nathan Clark secluded himself, his supply of pills was naturally cut off. These things are rare, and there aren’t even enough for the clan’s outstanding youths—how could they be wasted on him?

Moreover, martial artists are bound to get injured. Healing medicines like Blood-Replenishing Powder and Flesh-Regenerating Pills are also very popular. When Logan Clark entered the “Guanghe” pharmacy, although it wasn’t packed, there were still more than twenty customers inside.

“Strange!”

On his way here, Logan Clark had noticed something odd. In his eyes, everyone was surrounded by a halo of varying brightness, especially a few customers in the pharmacy, who looked like blazing furnaces, their light burning fiercely!

“Could this be everyone’s cultivation level? The brighter the halo, the stronger the power?” Logan Clark suppressed his shock, keeping a calm expression. “Not bad. Since the Chaos Furnace is said to be able to refine the power of all things, it should naturally be able to detect the energy contained in something! For me, this can be used to discern a person’s cultivation level!”

“Sir, may I ask what you’d like to buy?” A shop assistant in his twenties came up to him.

“Oh, I’d like to buy some monster cores,” Logan Clark said casually.

“Sir, which grade of monster core do you need? Any special attribute requirements?”

In this world, besides humans—the spirits of all things—many wild beasts are born able to cultivate, and can also reach the Exploding Qi Realm or even the Gang Qi Realm. These beasts are called fierce beasts.

Monster cores are the essence of fierce beasts, containing all their power, and are extremely valuable materials. Their most well-known use is in medicine. For example, the main ingredient of the Yuan-Boosting Pill is the monster core, but the method for refining this pill is not mastered by any martial family, so the five pharmacies in town make a fortune while everyone else can only watch.

Heaven and earth are governed by the five elements: metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. The five elements give rise to all things. For example, the Red Sun Art that Logan Clark cultivates can absorb fire-attribute spiritual energy from the world and refine it into his own fire-type true essence. Fierce beasts are the same, so monster cores are divided into the five types: metal, wood, water, fire, and earth.

Logan Clark thought for a moment and said, “One monster core each from grade two to grade six, all fire attribute!”

“Alright, sir, please wait a moment!” The shop assistant agreed and soon brought out a tray with five round beads of varying sizes, the largest no bigger than a pigeon egg, all fiery red in color.