The medicinal herbs used for the medicinal bath were all very ordinary first- and second-tier herbs, nothing special at all. However, William Clark was able to turn the ordinary into the extraordinary, maximizing the medicinal effects of these herbs.

In fact, in the eyes of many people, the higher the tier of the herb, the more valuable it is, and the greater its potential effect. But in William Clark’s view, this notion was never worth a laugh. Whether it was cultivation or alchemy, the basics were always the most important. The more solid your foundation, the higher you could reach in the future; otherwise, your progress would be limited.

In his previous life, when Edwin Clark was a young man, he spent more than ten years painstakingly studying pills and herbs below the third tier, building a terrifyingly solid foundation in the way of alchemy. Those ten-plus years were not wasted; his hard work was instrumental in his becoming the youngest Pill Emperor.

In the Divine Realm, when it came to understanding medicinal properties, almost no one could surpass him. This was also why he was praised as the most promising young man to become a Pill God.

Actually, even if William Clark wanted to use some higher-tier materials, he simply didn’t have the ability right now. The reason was simple: his current strength was too weak!

If not for this, William Clark wouldn’t have had to take a first-tier pill to Drunken Star Pavilion to challenge them; that was the limit of what he could refine. Although he estimated that Robert Harris was unlikely to be able to cure the Inch-Heart Fiery Poison, there was still some risk. If by chance Robert Harris really did have a way to detoxify it, he would have ended up shooting himself in the foot.

In fact, Robert Harris had indeed heard of the Inch-Heart Fiery Poison, but this pill was so obscure that he had only heard of it in passing. Otherwise, who knows what the outcome would have been.

Strength!

After absorbing all the medicinal power in the wooden tub, William Clark let out a deep sigh. He urgently needed to improve his strength. Without strength, talk of revenge was just empty words—he couldn’t even protect his own family.

Given William Clark’s current situation, let alone Robert Harris, even if Charles Harris showed up, he wouldn’t be able to stand against him.

William Clark believed that after today’s events, Robert Harris would definitely see him as a thorn in his side and would want nothing more than to get rid of him. And knowing Robert Harris’s character, he would never be content to be suppressed by Fragrant Medicine Pavilion; he would surely try every possible way to strike back.

When that time came, if he didn’t have enough strength, today’s actions would only bring even greater pressure on his father.

“Young master, the master has been waiting outside for a long time.” While William Clark was lost in thought, Lucy came in and said.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier that father was here? It’s just a medicinal bath, not a life-and-death closed-door cultivation.”

If William Clark guessed correctly, his father had come to warn him to be careful of Robert Harris’s dirty tricks. William Clark had great respect for this protective father.

Although he had only been reborn for two short days, there was no doubt that Henry Clark, Grace Foster, and Lucy had already become William Clark’s bonds.

Lucy pouted and said aggrievedly, “I wanted to come in and call you, young master, but the master insisted on holding me back and wouldn’t let me in. What could I do?”

William Clark broke out in a cold sweat and quickly said, “Good Lucy, it was my fault. I apologize to you, please don’t be angry, okay?”

Hearing this, Lucy broke into a smile through her tears. “Lucy isn’t angry. Lucy knows that young master cares for and respects the master. I respect him just as much as you do, and treat him as my own father. How could I be angry?”

William Clark breathed a sigh of relief and said, “Hehe, that’s good. Go out and tell father to wait a moment. I’ll come out as soon as I change my clothes.”

Lucy answered and went out.

……

In Henry Clark’s study, father and son sat close together, talking.

“Yuan’er, what you did today was really satisfying. That old brat Robert Harris is probably hopping mad right now, haha! After all these years, it’s the first time I’ve seen that old brat suffer such a setback. It feels great.” Henry Clark laughed heartily.

Henry Clark was laughing with genuine joy; clearly, Robert Harris had bullied him quite harshly over the years. Although Henry Clark had managed to hold on, he had never felt so vindicated as today. Even though he wasn’t the one to slap Robert Harris in the face personally, what difference did it make if his son did it?

Seeing his father so happy, William Clark also felt very pleased. “Father, making Robert Harris suffer today was all thanks to the things master imparted to me in my dreams. I dare not take the credit.”

Henry Clark waved his hand and said, “There’s no need to be so formal with your father. I’m very gratified that you have such abilities now. But I still have to remind you, that old brat Robert Harris is extremely devious. After suffering such a big loss today, he definitely won’t let it go and might resort to some dirty tricks. While you’re at home, I can still protect you, but once you go to Danwu Academy, my reach won’t extend that far. Yuan’er, how about not going to Danwu Academy and just staying at home?”

William Clark sighed inwardly. No wonder his predecessor had been spoiled into a good-for-nothing—Henry Clark was just too protective. But William Clark had no intention of becoming a caged canary; he absolutely had to go to Danwu Academy.