Henry Clark learned very quickly and had a great attitude. After dinner in the evening, he even fetched a whole bucket of water and soaked the dirty clothes of the others in it, saying that he would wash them all together at night, hang them up overnight, and they could wear them tomorrow...

The other young Daoists were very satisfied with Henry Clark's performance and patted their chests, promising to guide him well in his cultivation.

Henry Clark smiled and said, "Okay, okay, thank you, senior brothers!"

At night, when the young Daoists had all fallen asleep, the entire Qingyun Mountain was enveloped in silence.

Henry Clark took out a sharp dagger from his bundle. It looked very sharp, with a brass inlay at the hilt, and the blade never stained with blood.

This was a gift from his third uncle, who also taught him a set of knife techniques—close combat, cunning and treacherous.

There were many other good things in his bundle: a cloth tiger from his eldest uncle, medicine for injuries from his second uncle, a smoke pot that could release a confusing mist from his fourth uncle, an iron tube that could shoot iron needles from his fifth uncle, knockout drugs from his sixth uncle, a wild ginseng root from his seventh uncle, a wine gourd from his eighth uncle... and most importantly, a book from his ninth uncle...

As for the gold leaf from his third uncle, it had already been spent on the way when buying a maid.

These things were originally carried on Xiaoman's back, but after Xiaoman fainted, no one cared about the bundle, so Henry Clark picked it up again.

Looking at the items in the bundle, Henry Clark was lost in thought for a moment, then tied up the bundle again.

He tiptoed over to the bed of the young man with the black mole, holding his knife, and whispered, "David Parker big brother, David Parker big brother..."

The young man with the black mole was snoring lightly. It took three shakes to wake him up. Disturbed from his sweet dream, he immediately became furious and grumbled, "What do you want in the middle of the night? Are you looking for death?"

Henry Clark giggled and said, "You're the one looking for death!"

With that, he stabbed down with the knife, all the way to the hilt.

"Ah..."

The young man with the black mole let out a pig-like scream, but after just one cry, Henry Clark covered his mouth.

He listened carefully to the surroundings. Good, very quiet—sure enough, there was not a soul within ten miles.

David Parker wanted to struggle, but the knife was in his belly, seemingly pinned to the bed. He didn't dare move; any movement brought pain.

The others in the room were all startled awake, fumbling to light the oil lamp. They immediately saw Henry Clark standing by David Parker's bed, one hand holding a knife plunged into David Parker's belly, his face twisted and fierce. The timid, freckled boy immediately screamed in terror.

"If you don't want to die, shut your mouth!"

Henry Clark said in a low, cold voice. Though still a bit childish, it sounded chilling and terrifying at this moment.

The freckled boy abruptly stopped screaming, but liquid began to seep from his pants.

Henry Clark slowly pulled the knife out of David Parker's belly, letting David Parker curl up on the bed like a shrimp, clutching his stomach and wailing. He held the knife and slowly walked past the other young Daoists. Whenever he looked at someone, that person would tremble in fear. The timid, freckled boy had already hidden under his blanket, sobbing softly, the sound low and ghostly.

"It's always been me bullying others—no one dares to bully me. You guys sure have guts..."

Henry Clark waved the knife in front of each young Daoist. "Let me make one thing clear: from today on, I'm the boss here. If I tell someone to go east, they can't go west. If I tell someone to catch bugs, they can't chase chickens. Otherwise, heh, this knife in my hand doesn't care who you are. With your worthless lives, if I kill you, you're just dead. Do you know who my little sister is?"

"She's a favorite of Senior Sister Lingyun! Go ask around, you blind fools!"

Henry Clark's voice echoed in the wooden hut. No one dared to argue—after all, the knife was right in front of them...

"Henry Clark..."

"What did you call me..."

"Ah... Boss Clark, could you bandage Brother David Parker? He... he's dying..."

Henry Clark glanced at David Parker, who was curled up on the bed without a sound, grinned, spun the knife in his hand, sheathed it, and said disdainfully, "He won't die. My third uncle taught me: if you stab from the Geshu point and out the Bulang point, you won't hurt the organs, so he won't die. But if my hand slipped and I missed, then who knows. Hey, you, come down and bandage him!"

Chapter 3: The Yin-Yang Divine Demon Mirror

"The blazing sun, life is so boring..."

It was noon, the sun at its hottest. Henry Clark sat with his legs crossed on a cool chair in the grass hut. In the distance, David Parker and the others were busy in the herb fields. Some spiritual herbs needed to have pests removed at the hottest time of day, because only then would their flowers open, and only at that time could the bugs hiding in the stamens be caught.

As the boss of Spiritual Field No. 3, Henry Clark naturally didn't have to do such menial work. Ever since he stabbed David Parker that night, Henry Clark had become the lord of this field. Even his stinky socks were washed and hung out to dry by others every day.

David Parker had thought about revenge. The next day, he looked at Henry Clark with hostility.

But Henry Clark just smiled and stabbed him in the thigh again. From then on, David Parker was completely subdued.

The strong fear the ruthless!