There was even one time when Henry Clark encountered a wild wolf alone. After being bitten twice, he managed to grab the wolf’s tail, jumped onto its back, and, with a flurry of punches, beat it to death.

When Henry Clark, with his small body, carried the wild wolf back to the cabin, David Parker and the others were nearly scared out of their wits.

From that moment on, Henry Clark became almost godlike in their eyes—each of them was just short of swearing allegiance to him.

Henry Clark treated them well, too. The chivalrous temperament he’d developed in the bandit’s den hadn’t diminished in the slightest because of his youthful appearance.

They ate meat together, drank wine together, and if someone couldn’t drink, he’d pinch their nose and make them gulp it down.

Now, the title “Boss Clark” was deeply rooted in the hearts of the five young Daoists; it was no longer just something they said.

“My spiritual power can now successfully circulate through one full cycle. I wonder if that counts as reaching the first level of Spirit Movement!”

Henry Clark muttered to himself. According to the rules of the Qingyun Mountain Dao Sect, once a Daoist child reached the first level of Spirit Movement, they could be promoted to outer sect disciples, raising their status by a rank and no longer having to muddle around in the herb fields. Supposedly, there were other benefits as well. However, the Qingyun Qi Refining Manual only explained how to cultivate, not how to distinguish between cultivation levels.

Because of this, Henry Clark still didn’t know what level he’d actually reached.

“Boss Clark, we’ve brought back the firewood…”

From behind a row of pine trees not far away, David Parker and Little Freckles came over grinning, each carrying a bundle of dry wood on their shoulders.

Usually, someone had to stay by the spiritual fields, so the five Daoist children took turns going out hunting with Henry Clark. This time, it was David Parker and Little Freckles who had come along. When they saw the firewood was running low, Henry Clark sent them to gather more, and now they had returned.

Since Henry Clark became the boss of Field No. 3, the biggest change was that Little Freckles and the others were treated better. Before, they were bullied by David Parker. Even though there were only five of them, the hierarchy was clear: you bullied me, I bullied him. But after Henry Clark arrived, things became much simpler—everyone got bullied by him, and no one else was allowed to act tough. They worked and ate together.

Whenever David Parker subconsciously tried to order Little Freckles or Hanged Ghost around, Henry Clark would kick him. After three months of this, David Parker had gotten used to washing his own stinky socks.

Of course, besides his own socks, Henry Clark’s socks also had to be washed by the group in turns.

“Took you long enough to chop firewood! The fire’s almost out—get over here, now!”

Seeing that Boss Clark was angry, David Parker and Little Freckles hurried over, drooling at the sight of the rabbit roasting over the fire.

After recognizing Henry Clark as their boss, the days of poverty in the Daoist sect were gone for good—their meals were now rich and plentiful.

With everyone pitching in, the rabbit was soon roasted. Just as they were tearing off pieces to share, a hurried figure ran over from not far away, shouting, “Bad news, Senior Brother Clark, someone from above has brought people to inspect the spiritual herb field. They saw you weren’t there and are furious…”

Everyone looked up and saw it was Hanged Ghost, who had stayed behind to watch the herb field, running over with a face full of anxiety.

“Wasn’t the inspection supposed to be tomorrow? Why are they here today?”

“I’m not sure. It seems a senior named Yu happened to pass by and decided to take a look…”

David Parker stood up in shock, his face turning bitter.

Usually, as long as the five Daoist children tended the ten acres of spiritual herb fields well, they were left alone and undisturbed.

But every three months, people from the sect’s Herb Division would come to inspect, checking the growth of the herbs to see if the children had been slacking off.

If nothing was wrong, it was fine. But if they were caught making even a small mistake, their wages for the month would be gone, and there could be other punishments for serious offenses.

Those black-hearted Daoists from the Herb Division often used this as an excuse to dock the children’s pay.

Now, in broad daylight and not on a rest day, they’d gone hunting in the woods—this was a big problem.

Hearing this, Little Freckles started to panic, his face turning pale with fear.

“What are you afraid of? I’ll go back and take a look!”

Henry Clark spat out the grass root in his mouth disdainfully and told David Parker to wrap up the roasted rabbit in leaves.

In front of Spiritual Field No. 3, three Daoists were glaring coldly at them as they emerged from the woods, their faces so dark it seemed water could drip from them.

The one in the lead wore an especially malicious sneer, his beady eyes narrowed.

“So it’s this guy?”

Henry Clark saw from a distance and couldn’t help but feel amused.

The leading Daoist was actually the Fat Priest whom he had scolded at the mountain gate before. His surname was Yu, given name Samuel Reed, an outer sect disciple of the Daoist order. The other two were Daoist children, dragged along by Fat Priest to make up the numbers.

“Heh, during your shift, you sneak off into the woods to fool around—what guts you have! Believe it or not, if I report this to the senior brothers at the Herb Division, all of you will be skinned alive!” Fat Priest spotted Henry Clark from afar, his chubby face quivering as he sneered, “Especially you. You’ve only just entered the sect, and you’re already brazenly breaking the rules. Do you want to be expelled?”