The fat Daoist was feeling rather pleased with himself. He didn’t belong to the Medicine Division, but rather to the Miscellaneous Division—in plain terms, he was just an odd-jobs runner. This time, he’d been sent by his superiors to the medicine fields to handle some business. Suddenly, he remembered that three months ago, he’d just delivered a kid here, so he thought he’d drop by to see if the kid had been tormented badly. With that in mind, he took a detour and came to Field No. 3, Section C.

Unexpectedly, he stumbled right into a good opportunity. During official duty hours, that kid had actually sneaked out. This was a mistake—not too big, not too small—but enough for him to get a handle on the kid and finally vent the resentment he’d been holding in for three months.

“Hey, Brother Pig, what a rare guest! Please, have a seat…”

Henry Clark walked over with a grin, putting on airs as he ordered the little Daoist boys to get a seat for the fat Daoist.

“Nonsense! Who’s named Zhu? My surname is Yu…”

The fat Daoist’s chubby face quivered with anger as he pointed at Henry Clark and cursed.

Henry Clark grinned as he sized up the fat Daoist, already plotting how to deal with him. Just then, a strange sensation flickered in his mind, and some inexplicable information appeared in his head: “First level of Spiritual Movement cultivation, weak constitution, spiritual energy content in the meridians…”

It was actually information about the fat Daoist’s cultivation. The entirety of his cultivation status appeared in Henry Clark’s mind.

“So that treasure manual can even see a person’s cultivation?”

Henry Clark couldn’t help but be shocked, his expression changing.

The fat Daoist saw Henry Clark’s face change and thought he was scared, so he became even more smug. He fanned his face with his fat hand and sneered, “What now? Scared? If you kneel down and kowtow a few times, I’ll let you off this time…”

Henry Clark’s expression flickered, and he slowly circled the fat Daoist twice.

The fat Daoist felt uneasy under his gaze and barked, “You little brat, what are you up to? Believe it or not, I’ll slap you into next week!”

Henry Clark had made up his mind. He raised an eyebrow and asked, “Are you from the Medicine Division?”

The fat Daoist was taken aback. “So what if I’m not?”

Henry Clark pressed, “Did the Medicine Division seniors send you here to inspect?”

The fat Daoist replied, “I was just passing by, came to see if you were slacking off…”

Suddenly, Henry Clark jumped up and slapped the fat Daoist across the face, shouting, “Slacking off, my ass!”

He wasn’t very tall and had to jump to reach the fat Daoist’s face, but the slap was heavy. With a crisp smack, a clear five-fingered mark appeared on the fat Daoist’s plump, pale face, and his nose turned red as blood started to trickle down. The fat Daoist himself saw stars, his head spinning, completely stunned by the blow.

“You little bastard, you dare hit me?”

After a while, the fat Daoist finally managed to shout.

But before he could finish, he felt a sharp kick to the back of his knee, and his body toppled uncontrollably to the ground. Then, something heavy pressed onto his back—it was Henry Clark stepping on him.

“A guy from the Miscellaneous Division, coming to the Medicine Division’s turf to throw his weight around? I’ll beat you for that!”

Henry Clark cursed, raining down punches and slaps like a hailstorm, beating him like a dead pig.

The fat Daoist wailed, tears and snot streaming down his face. He did have some cultivation, and with a surge of spiritual energy, he tried to throw Henry Clark off.

Who would have thought that Henry Clark would also surge his spiritual energy at the same time, actually neutralizing the fat Daoist’s protective aura, and continued beating him with even more gusto.

Chapter 6 Framing

On the side, David Parker and the others—even the two Daoist boys who had come with the fat Daoist—were all stunned by the scene. The rules of Qingyun Mountain’s Daoist sect were strict; when had anyone ever seen a Daoist boy beat up an outer disciple? What’s more, outer disciples all had spiritual energy. No matter how weak their constitution, a Daoist boy shouldn’t be able to get close. With just a surge of spiritual energy, even the strongest Daoist boy would be sent flying.

“Let go of Brother Yu…”

After a while, the two Daoist boys finally snapped out of it and shouted in unison, rushing forward to help.

“Who dares!”

Henry Clark suddenly straightened up, his spiritual energy surging, releasing a strange pressure.

The two Daoist boys instantly felt a chill in their hearts, froze in place, and didn’t dare move forward.

“David Parker, Hanging Ghost, Little Freckles, you guys tie up these two. Rat Spirit, Bowlegs, you two run to the Medicine Division and report that we caught three guys stealing medicine from the spiritual herb fields in broad daylight…”

Henry Clark ordered coldly, and at the same time, he grabbed a handful of spiritual herbs from the nearby field—didn’t matter what kind—and stuffed them into the fat Daoist’s arms.

“This… isn’t this a bit much…”

David Parker and the others were trembling with fear, hesitating and not daring to move.

“What are you afraid of? These guys aren’t from the Medicine Division, and they weren’t sent by the Medicine Division either, yet they dare to swagger in here and act tough. I don’t believe the Medicine Division won’t be suspicious… Oh right, Rat Spirit, don’t you have a gold hairpin? The one you got engaged with your fiancée? Bring it here and stuff it in his arms. Say he brought two people and tried to get us to secretly give him some spiritual herbs. When we refused, they tried to rob us and even blatantly demanded a bribe…”

“I… okay… Will I get my hairpin back?”

The Daoist boys understood after Henry Clark’s explanation. Some grabbed ropes, others went to fetch the gold hairpin.