Richard Brooks is Old Brooks's only grandson. Although Edward Clark said so, Old Brooks had already decided in his heart to find time to properly deal with this kid. This is not a military camp or battlefield; his temperament needs to be restrained here. No matter what, William Clark is still the young master. If something really happens, the responsibility would be huge.

“Master, that Samuel Grant is from the Yundan Sect. Do you need me to handle the aftermath?”

“Is the Yundan Sect so impressive? This is the First Rank Duke’s Mansion of the Blue Cloud Empire…” Edward Clark didn’t answer directly, muttering the words William Clark had just said. His expression showed some surprise and astonishment, but even more a sense of satisfaction. This is what my grandson Edward Clark should say; this is the demeanor of a member of the Cheng family.

Old Brooks had been by Edward Clark’s side for nearly fifty years, so he naturally understood what Edward Clark meant. He nodded and said, “That Samuel Grant really was out of line. Although he’s someone we requested from the Yundan Sect, his actions have indeed been excessive. I’ve mentioned this to the family head before. Now it’s good to get rid of him.”

“Old Brooks, did you notice anything?” Edward Clark didn’t care about Samuel Grant at all; instead, his gaze remained fixed on the entrance to William Clark’s room.

“The young master was very imposing just now, and his words were sharp. This was different from his usual arrogant and domineering behavior when bullying others. With just a few words, he completely suppressed Samuel Grant, not daring to act rashly.” Old Brooks thought for a moment about what had just happened and gave his analysis.

“That’s only part of it. Just now, I sensed a killing intent—fleeting, but very strong. That kid actually had the intention to kill just now. He’s never been on a battlefield, but even I was startled by that killing aura. But if he had really shown any intention of killing Samuel Grant just now, with no experts nearby at such close range, if James Grant had gone all out, even you and I might not have made it in time. But he controlled the situation well, punished James Grant, and resolved the crisis.” This was what truly surprised Edward Clark. He had originally come to see how William Clark was recovering, but unexpectedly witnessed this scene from afar.

“……” Old Brooks didn’t answer, because he hadn’t sensed any killing intent from William Clark just now. He only felt that things were a bit different from usual, but it seemed more like a coincidence that James Grant was unlucky.

“You want to say that this is just my wishful thinking, just an illusion.” Edward Clark clearly guessed what Old Brooks was thinking.

“Master, I’ll have someone keep an eye on the young master at all times. Maybe after this incident, he really will change. But the family head has been gone for quite a while—should we send someone to meet him?” Old Brooks tacitly agreed with Edward Clark’s guess, but didn’t want to dampen the spirits of this family head who, though he didn’t look old and was still very powerful, was actually already very tired and under immense pressure. After fifty years by Edward Clark’s side, he knew all too well that the problems of the Cheng family, which seemed so powerful and glorious on the surface, were far from what they appeared.

“He’s a raging bear. If he doesn’t make a fuss after his son was beaten like this, then he’s not a raging bear.” After saying this, Edward Clark looked toward William Clark’s room. Could it be that the feeling he had just now was just an illusion? Is the Cheng family really doomed after three generations? Still, today was quite a surprise. Although William Clark is usually a wastrel, he showed some backbone in handling this matter—like a true Cheng family member. If he can use this incident to turn over a new leaf, a prodigal son returning is worth more than gold.

Chapter Four: The Void Yin-Yang Cauldron

Back in his room, William Clark once again sorted out his thoughts, then sat cross-legged. The small cauldron that had flashed at his brow earlier had already disappeared. But William Clark could clearly feel that it was inside his body, though it felt ethereal and untouchable.

After sensing for a while and still not finding it, William Clark could only give up for now and began to cultivate. Although the body he had seized held an extraordinary status, William Clark was very clear that his own strength was the foundation of everything.

The ‘Yin-Yang Myriad Arts Manual’ was a cultivation technique William Clark had obtained by chance in his previous life, and it also included some information about the Void Yin-Yang Cauldron. Ever since the cauldron appeared, William Clark had felt a very subtle connection. Combined with some records in the Yin-Yang Myriad Arts Manual and the information he had collected over a hundred years, he was finally able to seize the number one divine artifact of the Nine Provinces amidst fierce competition. For this reason, William Clark had always felt that the Yin-Yang Myriad Arts Manual and the Void Yin-Yang Cauldron were closely related, but before he could study and confirm it, he was struck by thirteen bolts of yin-yang tribulation lightning and forced to seize a new body and be reborn.

At this moment, although he couldn’t sense the small cauldron inside him, cultivation was still possible. William Clark slowly circulated the faint trace of yuan energy within his body.

It was as if the surging Yangtze River had suddenly become a mountain spring or a small creek. William Clark felt as if he had suddenly gone from being a billionaire to a beggar on the street. He was furious—this is called yuan energy? Even after so many years of help, so many years of medicinal cultivation, it couldn’t compare to what he achieved in three months of training in the past. Utterly pathetic. He really didn’t know how this wastrel had cultivated; probably all the medicine he took was wasted on drinking, whoring, and gambling before it could even be converted into yuan energy.