William Grant immediately dismissed the idea after just a moment’s thought—going into the mountains with his limited skills was practically courting death.

Risking his life for a few purple datura flowers simply wasn’t worth it.

The neighbor, Old Baker, often went hunting in the mountains; he could just ask him to pick a few flowers.

Thinking of Old Baker, William Grant naturally remembered the bottle of Deer Antler Powder he’d sold him.

A grandmaster-level Deer Antler Powder—an elixir no middle-aged man could resist!

That old man would be back looking for him in a few days, William Grant was certain of it.

As long as he sold all the Deer Antler Powder he had, he could use the money to buy medicinal ingredients and fill the gap left by the original owner’s resold White Dew Pills.

The problem was, there was only one pharmacy in Feima Market, so he could only buy ingredients from Shopkeeper Clark...

Buying a large amount of alchemy ingredients would definitely attract Shopkeeper Clark’s attention.

Over the past couple of days, William Grant had figured it out—this matter wasn’t actually that serious.

Shopkeeper Clark was after profit; killing him would bring no benefit, and would actually mean a big loss.

He’d also offend his master, and would have to pay a hefty compensation in spirit stones.

If it really came to it, he could just come clean with Shopkeeper Clark.

Of course, that was the last resort.

Given Shopkeeper Clark’s personality, if he admitted his mistake, Shopkeeper Clark would definitely seize the opportunity to threaten and extort him.

William Grant sighed—this world was just too hard to survive in. He wanted to go home!

He took out the Mirror of Romance, and looking at the charming, smiling eyes of Sister Lane, William Grant’s mood instantly improved.

He didn’t know when it happened, but he was already in Sister Lane’s boudoir—everything felt so real.

Although Sister Lane didn’t speak, she would hum softly, her voice enchanting and soul-stirring.

Holding Sister Lane in his arms, William Grant suddenly remembered something Chad had said: This place is just too fun, so good you don’t even want to go home!

The next day, while William Grant was steaming medicinal herbs, the neighbor Old Baker once again snuck over the wall like a thief.

William Grant really disliked this—there was a perfectly good door, but he insisted on climbing the wall, sneaking around like a shady character.

Old Baker pressed his ear to the bedroom window and listened for a moment. Hearing nothing, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes. After hesitating, he called out in a low voice, “Little William...”

From the side room, William Grant could see everything clearly. This old guy was definitely up to no good—just now he’d looked as fierce as a wolf, only holding back after weighing his options.

He’d always looked down on Old Baker—just an old pervert.

But now, he felt a chill in his heart. Old Baker was at the fourth or fifth level of Qi Refining, much stronger than him.

He also often hunted demon beasts in the mountains, with plenty of real combat experience—no way a rookie like him could compare.

The guy was indeed lecherous, but he was also an old wolf. If he really wanted to make a move, William Grant wouldn’t stand a chance.

He couldn’t finish making the Bewildering Powder in time, so he could only rely on a few talismans for protection.

William Grant gripped the Golden Body Talisman tightly in his hand and called out gruffly, “I’m here!”

Old Baker quickly turned around. Despite his age, he was still spry—his movements were light and swift, and his hand went straight to his sword hilt.

William Grant became even more wary, but kept a relaxed expression. “You finished the medicine already? That was fast...”

At the mention of the medicine, Old Baker’s tense face relaxed.

He’d tried plenty of aphrodisiacs, but none worked as well as William Grant’s Deer Antler Powder. Everyone else who’d tried it was amazed by its effects and willing to pay a high price.

Clearly, William Grant’s Deer Antler Powder was of a much higher quality than the others—maybe not even the same medicine.

For now, he couldn’t afford to offend William Grant.

Old Baker chuckled, “Little William, do you have any more of that medicine? Give me twenty pills.”

“Do you have the money?”

Before Old Baker could answer, William Grant added, “No bargaining.”

Old Baker had wanted to haggle, but seeing how firm William Grant was, he could only droop his eyebrows. “You’re so young, yet all you care about is money. That’s not good.”

“People should value friendship.”

“Heh...”

William Grant laughed. After all, the other was a customer—he still had to maintain basic relations.

Twenty Deer Antler Pills for two lower-grade spirit stones. Money in one hand, goods in the other.

Old Baker weighed the medicine bottle in his hand, then said, “Little William, how much more of this medicine do you have?”

“As many pills as you have spirit stones.”

“To be honest, your medicine really works. How about this—I’ll help you sell the Deer Antler Powder. We’ll split the profits thirty-seventy.”

Old Baker coaxed, “That way you’ll make more money, and you won’t have to take any risks.”

“No need, thanks.” William Grant refused flatly. The old guy was unreliable—working with him would only bring trouble.

Seeing how determined William Grant was, Old Baker knew he couldn’t persuade him. He tried again, “How about this—just sell the Deer Antler Powder to me, okay?”

“Want exclusive rights?”

William Grant laughed again. “Sure, one spirit stone for eight Deer Antler Pills.”

“I’m helping you sell the medicine and you’re raising the price? Are you even human?!”

The old man was a bit annoyed—what was wrong with this kid?

“If you want to monopolize the profits, you need the capital. If you’re not interested, forget it.”

William Grant didn’t want to bother with the old guy anymore—always trying to take advantage, with no business sense or vision.

“Truly an ungrateful brat!”

Old Baker had hoped to get exclusive rights to sell the Deer Antler Powder and make a fortune. He’d calculated carefully, but since William Grant wouldn’t listen, he cursed him out in frustration.