The moment his consciousness returned to his body, William Clark had a feeling—was he inside a furnace? It felt as if even a casual breath would spew fire, his body seemed about to ignite, and only then did he suddenly realize—oh no, this is bad. In such a short time, the first layer of the Yin-Yang Myriad Arts had already completed three hundred and sixty cycles within him.

At this moment, a delicate and frail little girl was standing at the doorway, her hands trembling slightly as she held a large box, staring at William Clark in shock. The girl, only about ten years old, had her hands simply wrapped in white cloth, and was completely terrified by the scene before her.

“Y-young... young master... what’s wrong with you...”

So hot—his blood felt like it was burning, his skin like parched earth cracked open by the sun, the pain spreading through his entire body. William Clark looked down at himself and realized that his clothes were almost completely burned away, a fiery red glow surrounded his body, and his skin looked as if it had been covered in earth and then baked dry, with many cracks appearing, making him look terrifying.

Only now did William Clark suddenly recall that the force driving the Yin-Yang Myriad Arts was the scorching energy released from the Void Yin-Yang Cauldron. William Clark had spent a lifetime playing with fire as an alchemist, and earlier, because he was focused on exploring the cauldron in his consciousness, he hadn’t noticed. Now he immediately understood. Although it was just some residual heat from the flames, these were not ordinary flames—they had a kind of icy, crystalline clarity.

That’s right, an icy, crystalline clarity—this was the unique form of the Supreme Yang True Fire. In his previous life, he had been trapped at the peak of alchemy mastery, desperately seeking but never obtaining the Supreme Yang True Fire. Even though only a faint trace had seeped out, it was still far beyond what his current body could withstand.

The Void Yin-Yang Cauldron—he hadn’t expected it to contain the Supreme Yang True Fire. But there was no time to think about this now; William Clark could already feel his meridians starting to fail. If this continued, he would soon spontaneously combust.

A cold, icy aura!

He had always been especially sensitive to medicines, and now, with the blazing Supreme Yang fire within him, he could clearly sense another cold aura in the room. Looking up, he saw a delicate, frail girl of about thirteen or fourteen holding a large box—yes, the cold aura was coming from inside it.

“Give it to me,” William Clark said, leaping up to grab the medicines in the box that emitted the cold aura.

This leap was too much for William Clark, who was still unfamiliar with his body, and he lost control, lunging forward. The force was so great that he knocked the little girl to the ground and shattered the box.

“Young master, no—” The girl had no time to react before she was knocked down. With her existing injuries, the excessive force, and the scorching energy from William Clark, she immediately fainted.

“Oh no, the young master has gone mad...”

“Run! The young master raped Lily...”

“Wuwu... so scary...”

...

Behind the little girl called Lily, there were six maids from the Duke Protector’s residence, each also carrying a box. Suddenly seeing the young master go berserk and pounce like a demon, and witnessing the terrifying scene of Lily’s clothes being destroyed, they all dropped their things and fled in terror.

The guards at the door, seeing the terrified maids running out screaming, cautiously peeked inside and saw the young master pressing down on the little maid, stunned. Although this young master had always been a notorious wastrel, he had never dared to act so recklessly at home—what was going on today?

At this moment, the entire Duke Protector’s residence was in chaos, and the rumor that Young Master Clark had gone mad and raped a maid was spreading.

“Boom—” In the Cheng family’s martial training ground, Richard Brooks, who was being punished by the old butler and carrying a three-hundred-pound load while holding a horse stance, heard people talking about this and angrily smashed a wooden stake to pieces with a punch: “Disgraceful wastrel, shameful.”

Outside the Duke Protector’s residence, the slightly balding Michael Bolton excitedly ran up to a sedan chair.

“I found out—our ‘young master’ suddenly went crazy, beat up Samuel Grant, and just now, right in front of the servants, actually raped a little maid.”

“Absurd!”

Michael Bolton bowed slightly beside the sedan chair, leaning in with a mocking smile: “He even dared to touch Princess Violet, let alone a maid. Now there’s more gossip for the tea tables of Cloudsong City. I’ve already ordered people to spread the word for him. It’s for the best—the more of a wastrel and troublemaker he is, the more it highlights your excellence, Second Young Master. No wonder the old master favors you more and more.”

“Hmph!” A disdainful snort came from inside the sedan: “I am a general, you are pawns—we’re not even on the same level, so what’s there to compare? Remember, never pin your hopes on others being more foolish than you. Don’t compare your intelligence to idiots or your strength to the disabled—that’s what pawns and the weak do. The strong are strong wherever they are. A true child of destiny can look down on all others, anywhere in the world. I actually wish he were smarter and stronger. The way he is now, I don’t even care to bother with him. When have you ever seen a mighty dragon pay attention to a lowly worm? Let’s go.”