“I’ll let you choose one of the two sect-treasured immortal artifacts.” Someone, seeing that none of their offers were working, hurriedly shouted out. Immortal artifacts—those are ancient inheritances, completely impossible to forge, just like immortal pills... No, wait, now William Clark has broken this iron rule of alchemy and actually refined an immortal pill, but as for immortal artifacts, no one has ever managed to forge one.

“I’m willing to give you my entire sect, as long as you give me this immortal pill. From now on, you’ll own a top-twenty sect on Mount Zailing.”

“I also have a daughter, an absolute beauty. I wonder if you’d be interested?” After a full half a moment of silence, someone suddenly shouted again.

That’s right—over the years, countless people have sought William Clark to refine pills, bringing all sorts of treasures to trade. Besides medicinal herbs, immortal artifacts, and peerless techniques, William Clark would take anything as long as it was novel and unique. Thinking of this, some people immediately started considering other approaches.

“How shameless,” someone nearby cursed, but someone even bolder said directly, “I don’t have a daughter, but they all say I’m more beautiful than a fairy, even more feminine than a woman, and I’m a pure yang body too...”

...

“Screw off, damn it, I’m still planning to go to the Immortal Realm to woo immortal maidens.” William Clark was rendered speechless by these people, pointing at those who wanted to offer their daughters or themselves, telling them to get lost.

Although William Clark scolded them like this, the scene was still in chaos, with many people starting to consider other options. After all, William Clark himself was already formidable enough. It wasn’t that no one had thought of robbing him, but the consequences had always been disastrous. After enough such incidents, no one dared to try anymore. And now that William Clark even seemed willing to sell immortal pills, it dispelled many people’s thoughts of taking action by force. Everyone racked their brains, pondering other methods.

Everyone knew William Clark’s rules: if what you offered was enough to move him, even if it was just a secret technique, a painting, or a little trinket, he could refine the pill you needed just for you. But no one expected—truly didn’t expect—that he’d now even be willing to sell immortal pills. It was simply too extravagant. After marveling at his extravagance, everyone’s next thought was: if only I could buy it.

William Clark paid no attention to the conditions everyone was shouting. At this moment, not even the most unconventional methods were working.

Now, people gradually began to recall some things. It was said that even a half-immortal who survived a failed heavenly tribulation had once offered all his treasures and tribulation experience just to have William Clark refine a pill for him. Another rumor said that the king of purgatory had personally invited him, launching a war to obtain what William Clark wanted in exchange for a pill. Yet another rumor claimed that even the reclusive emperor of the demon race had sought him out, gifting him ancient treasures just for a single pill. There were even tales of hidden experts doing anything to persuade him to refine pills...

And the legends didn’t stop there. Stories about William Clark involved the most formidable figures in every field: reclusive masters of artifact forging, the legendary thief who stole the Cloud Palace immortal’s treasure map centuries ago...

For the vast majority, they’d all heard various legends about William Clark. Most used to think they were just stories. But now, seeing William Clark outshine everyone, they were shocked to realize those might not be mere legends. Suddenly, it dawned on them: if the stories were true, then he was truly terrifying. As they thought of him as an inexhaustible treasure trove, they also remembered the powerful artifacts he might possess, and all those who owed him favors.

Even Old Priest, Big John, and Vivian, who had barely spoken at first, now frowned. Their original plan was that if all else failed, they’d just make a move—even if William Clark was a peak existence himself, so what? But now, seeing the situation, no one dared even consider that anymore. After all, for William Clark to be so brazenly confident here, he must be absolutely sure of himself.

Now, even the few from other fields didn’t dare step forward. They’d heard that William Clark was strong in other areas too, but thought it was just hype. Now, it seemed very likely. With the wisdom to defy the heavens and refine immortal pills, even without deliberately studying, with so many peak treasures from various fields, just a little knowledge would make him outclass ordinary masters.

Unwilling—this was an immortal pill! To rob him? Impossible. In truth, they couldn’t, and didn’t dare. To buy it? Even if everyone tried everything and emptied their fortunes, there was nothing that could move William Clark.

Even the three powerful figures who arrived first said nothing, though they clearly still had some cards left to play. But they were all pondering, because they felt that even if they spoke up, the result would be the same as everyone else.

No one had any idea what to do. In the past, people would kill each other for a single Dao pill, rivers of blood flowing. Now, with an immortal pill right before their eyes, they were utterly helpless—so close, yet unattainable. It was pure agony.