Chapter 1: You Can Eat This Thing?

“Cough, cough, cough...”

On an antique sandalwood bed, a sickly young man suddenly began to cough violently.

It looked as if he wouldn’t stop until he coughed up his lungs.

The boy’s lips were purple, his face pale—clear signs that he didn’t have long to live.

Yet his violent coughing made the woman beside him overjoyed.

The woman was in her thirties. Though not in her prime, she still retained her charm. At this moment, the frown that had been tightly knit on her brow finally relaxed a little, and she hurriedly grabbed the hand of the sickly youth on the bed.

“Yuan’er, you’re finally awake! You scared your mother to death! Ah! Quick, go call the family head back—Yuan’er has woken up! The most urgent thing is to cure Yuan’er; the Wan family’s account can be settled later!”

The servant, hearing the woman’s orders, hurried off.

But the youth ignored all of this, simply focusing on his own coughing.

Suddenly, he let out a “Wah!” and spat out a large mouthful of black blood. The blood quickly corroded a big hole in the bed—it was clearly highly poisonous.

After spitting out the blood, the youth seemed to feel much lighter.

He looked at the anxious woman, and a strange yet familiar feeling welled up in his heart.

He tried hard to remember who this woman was, but only felt a splitting headache.

“Yuan’er, what’s wrong? Is the poison from the heartbreak grass acting up again? Quick, bring the high-grade detoxification pill for the young master!” the woman asked with concern.

Another servant hurried off to carry out the order.

Taking advantage of this moment, the youth sorted through the chaotic memories in his mind, and finally remembered who the woman before him was.

She was none other than his birth mother, Grace Foster, and he himself—or rather, the original owner of this body—was named William Clark.

The family William Clark was born into, the Ye family, was one of the top alchemy clans in the Qin Kingdom. The family head, Henry Clark—William Clark’s father—was a lower-grade grand alchemist, a figure of great importance in the Qin Kingdom.

Unfortunately, Henry Clark was a tiger father with a dog of a son. He had a good-for-nothing son, William Clark, who spent his days causing trouble and harassing respectable women. He hadn’t even managed to become an alchemy apprentice, bringing shame to the family.

But Henry Clark didn’t care about any of this. He never demanded anything from his son, letting him do as he pleased, and was extremely protective. All the trouble William Clark caused outside was always cleaned up by him in the end.

Still, as a father, he always hoped his son would amount to something. Later, Henry Clark paid a hefty price to get William Clark into the Alchemy and Martial Arts Academy, hoping he’d learn something. Who would have thought that William Clark would get into jealous fights at school, and even foolishly compete in detoxification, only to poison himself to death!

Thinking of this, William Clark sighed slightly. The original owner of this body was truly something—he actually managed to get himself killed. That took some real guts and a special kind of intelligence!

“Forget it, forget it. Who would have thought that I, Edwin Clark, a dignified successor of the Pill Emperor, would one day be reborn in the body of a wastrel. But since the heavens have favored me and let me, Edwin Clark, live again, I must avenge my father and myself, and personally deal with that treacherous, ambitious traitor!”

At this thought, William Clark’s gaze grew sharp, his eyes filled with killing intent.

Grace Foster clearly noticed the look in William Clark’s eyes, thinking he was still brooding over what the Wan family’s son had done to him. She quickly comforted him: “Son, a gentleman’s revenge is never too late, even after ten years. Our Ye family will definitely settle this account. But right now, the most important thing is to get your health back. Everything else can wait.”

Seeing the motherly love in Grace Foster’s eyes, William Clark was moved.

He had inherited this body, and naturally also its emotions. No matter how much of a scoundrel William Clark was outside, he still cared deeply for his loving parents.

“Mother, I’m sorry for making you worry.”

Grace Foster was stunned to hear this. Her son was always causing trouble outside, and she’d worried herself sick, but had never heard him say a single soft word. What was going on today?

Could it be that Yuan’er had finally come to his senses after this incident?

After a brief daze, Grace Foster was overjoyed, tears welling up in her eyes as she said, “As long as you’re alright, that’s all that matters.”

Just then—“Bang!”—the door was kicked open.

“You little brat, you’re actually not dead? You nearly scared your old man to death!”

A roar rang out, making William Clark’s eardrums ache. The words weren’t exactly pleasant, but anyone could hear the joy and concern in them. Needless to say, it was the Ye family head, Henry Clark.

Henry Clark was rather rough-looking, making it hard to associate him with the noble status of an alchemist—he looked more like a rugged mountain man.

Grace Foster, hearing her husband’s words, turned and chided him, “Yuan’er just escaped death—can’t you say something nicer?”