If it were the former Liam Foster, this kind of path would have been impossible to traverse. But now, these rocks were no obstacle at all for Liam Foster, who possessed the cultivation of the second level of Qi Refining.

Although the second level of Qi Refining wasn’t high, it allowed one to lift a thousand catties and move as lightly as a swallow. A distance of several meters could be crossed with just a small jump.

After walking for about half a quarter of an hour, Liam Foster had entered the mountain by several hundred meters. Along this stretch, the mountain path was calm, without the slightest disturbance.

All Liam Foster could hear were his own footsteps and those of the burly man behind him.

“Big brother, my name is Liam Foster. May I ask your surname?” Liam Foster probed as he walked forward, speaking to the burly man.

The burly man snorted, “I know your name is Liam Foster. Watch your step and don’t get distracted.”

Liam Foster sneered inwardly. Although he didn’t turn his head, he knew that the burly man was just as tense as he was. Of course, this tension wasn’t because of him, Liam Foster, but because the dangers hidden somewhere in this Lasha Secret Realm seemed ready to appear at any moment.

“Big brother, the two of us being paired together is fate. If I don’t know your name, it feels awkward to address you. Besides, when we leave this Lasha Mountain and others ask who I explored the secret realm with, if I say I don’t know, they’ll laugh at me.”

Liam Foster’s words made the burly man burst out laughing. The laughter was full of mockery. But he still said with a laugh, “My name is Roger Grant, remember it.”

Mocking me for what? Liam Foster understood perfectly. He paused for a moment, then suddenly kicked a stone, pretending to do so carelessly, sending it not far from himself but off the path marked on the map.

The moment the stone rolled away, Liam Foster felt a trace of anticipation rise in his heart!

Chapter 3: The Clover

The stone rolled more than three meters before silently vanishing into what seemed like a black hole that had appeared out of thin air.

And that black hole appeared quickly and disappeared just as fast. In the blink of an eye, it was gone without a trace, as if it had never existed.

Liam Foster looked at the spot where the stone disappeared and estimated to himself that the sudden black hole was only a meter away from the path he was walking.

That was close. If he had taken a wrong step, he might have been swallowed by that thing.

“Kid, what are you doing! If you make any more noise while walking, I’ll kill you right now!” The violent voice of Roger Grant, standing behind Liam Foster, carried a hint of fear as he shouted.

Liam Foster knew that now was definitely not the time to talk back to Roger Grant, but the thought of getting rid of Roger Grant grew even stronger in his heart.

In his more than twenty years of life in his previous incarnation, Liam Foster had always seemed gentle and amiable to many people. But only those who truly knew him understood that beneath his mild appearance was a heart that repaid kindness with kindness and vengeance with vengeance.

Roger Grant’s words just now had completely exposed his murderous intent toward him.

No matter where this killing intent came from, since you want to kill me, don’t blame me for striking first.

Having made up his mind, Liam Foster smiled and said, “Brother Grant, I slipped on a stone just now, it was an accident.”

“Hmph, hurry up and move!” Roger Grant glared at Liam Foster, waving the steel blade in his hand in front of Liam Foster’s eyes.

The blade exuded a chilling aura, and the dark red bloodstains on its back showed that it had taken many lives.

Liam Foster deliberately put on a frightened expression and continued forward, while Roger Grant, following behind, stepped precisely in Liam Foster’s footprints.

Really cautious. Where should I make my move?

Liam Foster advanced according to the route marked on the map, calculating as he went.

“Stop.”

Just as Liam Foster was making his calculations, Roger Grant suddenly shouted.

Liam Foster’s heart went cold. Could it be that Roger Grant wanted to make a move here? If so, he would have to leave the path and run toward the dangerous area.

As long as he could escape a hundred meters, he was confident he could lure Roger Grant to a place where he would meet his end.

Gathering all the internal energy stored in his dantian into his legs, Liam Foster put on a smile and cheerfully said to Roger Grant, “Brother Grant, what can I do for you?”

“There’s a clover over there. Go pick it.” Roger Grant pointed to a spot ten meters away.

Clover, one of the ingredients for refining the Yang Pill—a ten-year-old clover was worth at least two hundred taels of gold.

Following Roger Grant’s finger, Liam Foster saw a clover about a foot tall standing proudly on the edge of a cliff.

According to the original owner’s memory, this clover was at least twenty years old.

And the spot where the clover grew was only a meter away from the route marked on the map at its closest point.

Seeing Liam Foster hesitate, Roger Grant brandished his blade at Liam Foster’s neck and said, “Hurry up and go!”

Liam Foster gritted his teeth and walked to the closest spot. Looking at the surrounding rocks, which seemed no different from any others, he felt uneasy inside.

Who knew how much danger was hidden among these seemingly calm rocks? If he wasn’t careful, he might...