“Immortal Master, what is it that you find unfortunate?” David Bolton held tightly onto Master Harris’s hand, deeply afraid that Master Harris would not answer his question.

Master Harris shook his head and said, “It’s a pity, such a good thing, but I can’t use it! To refine this kind of pill, at the very least, you need to be a cultivator at the Foundation Establishment stage or above.”

Hearing this, David Bolton let out a huge sigh of relief. This kind of pity had nothing to do with him. The higher the level of the cultivator, the richer they were; the more advanced the things they needed, the more sought-after they became. If you, Master Harris, can’t use it—heh, what does that have to do with me, David Bolton?

“Master Harris, how much is this hundred-year-old three-leaf treasure worth?”

Standing beside Liam Foster, Evelyn Clark asked anxiously.

Looking at Evelyn Clark’s expression, as if she’d suffer a loss if she didn’t get a clear answer, Liam Foster thought to himself that this elder sister was truly skilled at managing household affairs.

“At least twenty immortal stones!” Master Harris said with great certainty.

Twenty immortal stones!

As soon as these words were spoken, almost everyone looked at Liam Foster with envy on their faces.

Although twenty didn’t sound like a large number, these were immortal stones!

What are immortal stones? Each one is worth a thousand gold.

That meant Liam Foster suddenly had twenty thousand taels of gold.

Not to mention, this was just the value of a single three-leaf herb.

Liam Foster felt a bit dizzy too. He had originally thought that a hundred-year-old three-leaf herb would be worth only a few thousand taels of gold, but he hadn’t expected that a single stalk would be worth so much.

Twenty thousand taels of gold!

“Little Fang, our Treasure Pavilion will buy all these three-leaf herbs. In a bit, come with me to collect your gold.” David Bolton gave Liam Foster a hearty slap on the shoulder, acting very close to him.

Liam Foster just smiled faintly at David Bolton’s friendliness. People always flatter the successful and step on the fallen; there was no need to take it too seriously.

There were still some herbs in the small Qiankun pouch that Lin Mucheng had given him, but for now, he didn’t plan to take them out. What he had was already enough for his needs for the time being.

“Thank you, Mr. Bolton.”

As he spoke, he walked over to Charles Brooks with three immortal stones in hand and said, “Mr. Brooks, when my sister and I were in danger, you generously lent us three thousand taels of gold, as well as this ten-year-old three-leaf herb. Please, Mr. Brooks, you must accept them.”

Looking at the beaming Liam Foster, whose words were filled with gratitude, Charles Brooks was so angry he nearly exploded. He had waited here with Evelyn Clark for Liam Foster just to make Evelyn Clark give up.

But he never expected that not only did this kid escape with his life, but he also had the luck to gather so many three-leaf herbs.

Isn’t it just a few dozen immortal stones? Kid, your luck ends here!

He took the immortal stones from Liam Foster’s hand, gave a faint smile, and then said coldly, “Liam Foster, I only lent you three thousand taels of gold because I pitied your family and couldn’t bear to see your sister running around for you. But I never thought you’d be so ruthless and cruel.”

“You participated in this gathering, and I thought your ambition was admirable, so I sent my family’s warrior, Roger Grant, to protect you on the road. Who would have thought that Roger Grant, wholeheartedly for your sake, would end up being harmed by you? With such a wolfish and ambitious heart, even if I could tolerate you, the laws of Dingfang City cannot allow someone like you to exist.”

As he spoke, Charles Brooks shouted sternly, “Take him away and send him to the City Lord’s Mansion!”

Several warriors following behind Charles Brooks quickly surged toward Liam Foster. These men moved with agility, each with a murderous look on their face.

From their footsteps, Liam Foster could sense that each of these warriors had at least fourth-level Qi Refining cultivation. With his Azure Fiend Palm and Golden Wild Goose Technique, he could handle three at most, not to mention that Charles Brooks himself was a fifth-level Qi Refining expert.

“Mr. Brooks, Liam Foster would never do such a thing as you say.” Evelyn Clark quickly stepped in front of Liam Foster, speaking in a deep voice.

Charles Brooks looked at Evelyn Clark, his expression shifting, then said calmly, “Evelyn, I hope it’s not true as well, but the facts are there—no one can change them.”

As he spoke, he turned to Master Harris and said, “Old Harris, you’re a cultivator, you should know there’s a spell called ‘Restless Vengeful Spirit.’ Take a look—does Liam Foster have a vengeful spirit left behind by Roger Grant on him?”

When Charles Brooks suddenly turned on Liam Foster, Master Harris had already decided to stay out of it. Now, hearing Charles Brooks ask him, he hesitated for a moment.

Charles Brooks was dissatisfied with Master Harris’s attitude and said unhappily, “Everyone in our The Brooks Family knows about this. Surely you, Master Harris, have heard of it too!”

As for Charles Brooks, Master Harris could ignore him, but as for the The Brooks Family, he could not. After all, he had to live in Dingfang City and could not disregard the power of the The Brooks Family.

He had a good impression of the young man Liam Foster, but even if such a lucky youth died, so be it.

He then said in a deep voice, “There is such a spell. If Mr. Brooks hadn’t mentioned it, I would have almost forgotten.”

David Bolton’s face looked a bit unpleasant. This gathering was organized by Treasure Pavilion, and everyone had agreed that life and death were up to fate, wealth and honor in the hands of heaven. The agreement made it clear that once inside the Nala Mountain secret realm, even if you killed your own companions, no one would interfere.