Henry Clark didn’t mind either. He glanced at the black blood on the ground and immediately felt relieved, grinning, “Looks like my son Henry Clark is truly blessed with great fortune—he survived even this, hahaha. Here, quickly take this detoxification pill to neutralize the remaining poison in your body. You should be fine after that.”

Henry Clark casually took out a pill and was about to stuff it into William Clark’s mouth.

Seeing this, William Clark was startled and quickly shrank back into the bed.

“You can actually eat this stuff?” William Clark cried out in alarm.

Henry Clark glared with tiger-like eyes and snapped, “You little brat, did the poison fry your brain? Have you forgotten who your father is?”

Grace Foster also thought something was wrong with William Clark, and quickly said, “Yuan’er, your father is a grand alchemist—even His Majesty treats him with respect. Besides, he’s your father; how could he possibly harm you?”

William Clark curled his lips, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

Of course, he knew this pill was a detoxification pill—it was just of poor quality. In his previous life, Edwin Clark’s father was a Pill Emperor, and he’d eaten pills like candy since childhood. How could he not recognize even the most basic detoxification pill?

Swallowing this thing would suppress the poison in his body, but honestly, the effect was mediocre at best. It couldn’t completely clear out the residual toxins in his system.

Ordinary alchemists wouldn’t even be able to detect these toxins, and they wouldn’t cause much trouble in William Clark’s daily life. However, the toxins would linger in his body, always weighing him down, and could even hinder his future martial cultivation.

The poison from the heartbreak grass was nothing in William Clark’s eyes, and not much in Henry Clark’s either. It was just that when William Clark was brought back, the poisoning was already severe—he was barely breathing and couldn’t even swallow a detoxification pill. That’s why Henry Clark had been at a loss and was preparing to risk everything.

Before his death, Edwin Clark had already reached the level of Pill Emperor, so he understood these pharmacological principles better than anyone. His perspective was naturally beyond that of a grand alchemist like Henry Clark.

Seeing his son’s expression, Henry Clark was deeply shaken.

“You little brat, you actually doubt your father’s alchemy skills!”

William Clark looked innocently at the ashy pill in his father’s hand, then at his father’s furious expression, and said, “You added two extra parts of red abyss grass and one part less of green snake gall. That must have happened due to a mistake during the pill formation. The worst part is you added vitriol to the detoxification pill—it doesn’t help the medicinal effect at all, and actually ruins the structure of the pill. Come on, Dad, if you can’t handle third-grade pills, just lower your standards a bit.”

The expression on Henry Clark’s face was priceless—first anger, then surprise, and finally utter shock.

He was the one who made this pill, so he knew exactly how good or bad it was. William Clark’s analysis was as if he’d seen it with his own eyes—and even then, he might not have been able to analyze it so accurately.

Is this kid really my son?

Henry Clark couldn’t help but feel doubtful. He scrutinized William Clark for a moment before confirming that this was indeed his son.

“Stop staring, I really am your son, the genuine article.” Seeing Henry Clark’s look, William Clark felt a bit guilty and quickly defended himself.

“Hey, were you just pretending to be clueless before? No, that can’t be—if you were just pretending, how could you not have been able to cure the heartbreak grass poison?” Henry Clark was completely baffled.

William Clark rolled his eyes, snatched the detoxification pill from Henry Clark’s hand, and swallowed it.

Chapter 2: The Divine Art of Lingzhe Nine Suns

It wasn’t that Henry Clark’s medicine was particularly effective, but rather that William Clark’s current condition was just too poor.

Although Henry Clark’s pill had some side effects, William Clark couldn’t worry about that now—he needed to stabilize his battered body first.

As for the hidden dangers left by this detoxification pill, William Clark naturally had his own ways to get rid of them.

Ever since he’d taken over this body, the great Pill Emperor Edwin Clark could hardly bear to look. He really didn’t know how the previous owner had survived these past ten-plus years.

Born into a family of alchemists, this kid hadn’t even reached the second level of the Yuan Qi Realm.

Even in a mortal nation, being born into such a family and eating the most basic Yuan Qi pills like candy, he should be at least at the fourth level of the Yuan Qi Realm by now, right?

Utterly dismayed—Pill Emperor could only use this phrase to describe his feelings at the moment.

To endure such a violent poison with such a feeble body, it was a miracle William Clark hadn’t died. Although Edwin Clark now occupied this body, there really wasn’t much he could do with such a wreck—he’d just have to take things one step at a time.

William Clark’s pill-snatching move, however, looked to others like his true colors were showing.

“Ha, I knew you were just bluffing earlier. Still, you really did scare me for a moment,” Henry Clark chuckled.

At this moment, Henry Clark also “saw the light”—the kid must have peeked at the pill recipe or overheard the family retainers talking about the detoxification pill he’d made, which was how he’d been able to say all that earlier.

Since the kid was joking around, he probably wasn’t in any real danger.

Naturally, William Clark wasn’t about to explain anything. Acting ignorant seemed to fit this body’s current persona even better.

Might as well quietly play the part of a good-for-nothing.