“Damn it, I can refine a Dao Pill in just a few years at most, but now you want to buy an Immortal Pill that took me three hundred years to make just like that? Just now, I saw the killing intent in all your eyes—hell, I’ve seen this kind of thing plenty of times.” William Clark arrogantly looked at the crowd after putting away the Tianfeng Qin. If he didn’t suppress them today, there would only be more trouble in the future. Even if this Immortal Pill wasn’t suitable for his own use, there was no way he’d sell it to them so easily.

At that moment, William Clark’s body suddenly trembled slightly. He sensed a special presence within himself and abruptly looked off into the distance, a hundred times more excited than when he had just refined a low-grade Immortal Pill. “It’s appeared, it really fucking appeared! Haha, my luck has come! What’s a low-grade Immortal Pill? As long as I get the number one divine artifact of the Nine Provinces, even a high-grade Immortal Pill will be no problem!”

“All of you, shut up and listen up! I’m going to compete for the number one divine artifact of the Nine Provinces. Many of my friends are already on their way. Even if you get your hands on that thing, it’s useless to you. But if any of you help me seize the Void Yin-Yang Cauldron, the number one divine artifact of the Nine Provinces, I guarantee your sect will prosper for ten thousand years. As long as you put in the effort, even if you want me to refine Immortal Pills for you in the future, we can talk about it. Once I have the Void Yin-Yang Cauldron, there’ll be no shortage of benefits for you.” William Clark shouted excitedly. The pill cauldron beneath his feet instantly shrank and entered his body, and he transformed into a streak of red light, shooting off into the distance.

“Haha... This is my chance! I can finally save my wife!”

“I’ve been stuck at this realm for a thousand years—finally, a chance to break through!”

“I want to ascend...”

Chapter One: William Clark Reborn

“I'm so pissed off, so pissed off!” In the mansion of Edward Clark, a first-class Duke Protector of the State in Yunge City, the imperial capital of the Blue Cloud Empire, a tall man was raging furiously, looking like an enraged giant bear. “Is that little bastard only happy if he pisses me to death? What the hell has he done now—rape, and it was even attempted rape, for fuck’s sake!”

The one raging was the current patriarch of the The Clark Family, the second-class Earl known as the Violent Bear, Henry Clark. The “little bastard” he spoke of was his only son, the most notorious playboy and wastrel in Yunge City, the number one scourge among the Four Great Menaces of the imperial capital—William Clark.

The more Henry Clark spoke, the angrier he got. His body, like that of a furious ancient bear, paced back and forth in the hall, the ground trembling beneath him, cracking wherever he walked.

Though he cursed the little bastard, his gaze toward the inner courtyard’s bedroom was filled with deep worry, because his son had come home in a terrible state just now.

“Si... Sir, the old master wants you to get over there right now, immediately!” At that moment, a servant rushed in, shouting before he even entered, terrified that if he was even a second late, Henry Clark’s bear-like hand would come crashing down on him.

Get over there, and right now—there was only one person in the entire Blue Cloud Empire who dared speak like that. The previously raging Henry Clark’s expression changed instantly, but he didn’t dare delay for even a moment, hurrying toward the inner courtyard. Henry Clark had been raised under military orders by Edward Clark since childhood. He feared nothing and no one, but when it came to his father’s commands, he didn’t dare slack off in the slightest.

In the inner courtyard of the The Clark Family, within layers of formations, Duke Protector Edward Clark stood quietly on the surface of the lake, with only a thumb-thick branch beneath his feet. Fish swam around below, the water so clear it was nothing like an ordinary man-made pond—life teemed within. Edward Clark wore loose robes, and though he was over seventy, his hair and beard were still jet black and shiny, making him look about fifty. A lifetime of battle, as the Grand Marshal of the Blue Cloud Empire commanding millions of soldiers, had given him a natural air of authority and killing intent. In his youth, he led from the front, conquering the world.

Now, standing here, he was using the environment to dissipate the killing aura he’d accumulated from too much slaughter in his younger days, to calm his heart. Having not commanded troops for many years, Edward Clark now focused more on breaking through his current cultivation realm.

Edward Clark himself was one of the few experts in the Blue Cloud Empire to have reached the sixth level of the Transcendence Stage. In his youth, he fought on the battlefield; in middle age, he led a million troops to war for the nation. Though he was talented, he couldn’t devote himself fully to cultivation. Now, in his old age, Edward Clark had never given up. A Grand Marshal who could command a million soldiers would never shrink from any challenge. Now that both his sons were generals and the nation was at peace, he could finally focus on cultivation.

“That little bastard is definitely going to get chewed out by the old man again. Why can’t you be more like Laura Clark from your second uncle’s family? You always get your old man in trouble. How am I supposed to explain this to the old man...” At this moment, Henry Clark walked down the long corridor from afar, muttering quietly to himself.

This was a man who dared to lead a thousand troops deep into enemy territory, fighting across five provinces, killing hundreds of officials and robbing tens of thousands of wealthy households. He even dared to face an enemy force of two hundred thousand with just thirty thousand men and still win against the odds. Yet now, this brave general’s thick brows were furrowed, and he was muttering to himself in distress, wondering how to face his father.

“Bang!” The thumb-thick branch beneath Edward Clark’s feet suddenly sank into the lake. His aura burst forth, sending the fish below fleeing in terror. Some were even stunned or killed by the force, floating up to the surface.