Ever since Mary Clark came looking for him last time, William Grant knew that the original owner was no pushover.

The woman skillfully tried to push the door open, only to find it was bolted from the inside.

She thought for a moment, then gently knocked on the door: “William, it’s me…”

There was a sense of intimacy in the woman’s words, which made William Grant inside the room a bit flustered—he couldn’t remember anything at all.

William Grant didn’t want to open the door, but a wooden door couldn’t stop a cultivator. This woman looked like she had plenty of inner energy; she was at least at the mid-stage of Qi Refining.

If she forced her way in, it would be even harder to deal with.

After thinking it over, William Grant still decided to open the door and let her in. He was just wondering how to greet her when the woman suddenly threw herself into his arms.

Startled, William Grant gave a jolt, and the Gengjin Sword Talisman in his left hand almost went off.

Fortunately, he was always cautious and knew how powerful talismans were, so he didn’t dare to use it lightly.

The woman, of course, knew nothing about this. She hugged William Grant enthusiastically, “William, I missed you so much. Did you miss me?”

The woman’s soft body seemed to contain a ball of fire, making William Grant almost breathless from the heat. He naturally reached out and wrapped his arm around her slender waist.

Even through a layer of Daoist robe, William Grant could clearly feel the woman’s smooth, tight skin and her curvaceous figure.

William Grant practiced the Great Idol Divine Technique with Sister Lane every day and already had some real experience.

In terms of figure, looks, temperament, charm, and even skill, Sister Lane was a hundred, a thousand times better than this woman.

However, this woman was a living, breathing person, and the psychological feeling was completely different.

Besides, the woman was so new and fresh—at least to William Grant.

It was like someone who ate imperial feasts every day wouldn’t refuse the occasional street snack.

In his previous life, William Grant was a corporate drone with little experience with women, but he was secretly quite repressed.

The two of them breathed in sync, their breaths mingling, and suddenly a memory flashed in William Grant’s mind: the woman’s name was Evelyn, a fifth-level Qi Refining cultivator, and the Crimson Blood Pill was bought from her…

The relationship between Evelyn and the original owner was simply that of a man and a woman.

William Grant recalled the details about Evelyn and immediately realized this little vixen was no good!

The reason was simple: the Crimson Blood Pill was extremely potent. Although the original owner managed to break through to the second level of Qi Refining after taking it, his soul was destroyed and he died on the spot.

What kind of good person would give such a pill to a friend!

William Grant comforted himself inwardly, just go along with it and don’t give yourself away.

The morning light through the paper window shone on Evelyn, outlining her graceful curves. She seemed to be glowing.

Evelyn was already fair-skinned, and the fine sheen of sweat all over her body was like a layer of transparent glaze, making her look even more lustrous, full, and vibrant—very beautiful.

William Grant hadn’t touched Evelyn, though he was certainly tempted. But thinking about how dangerous this woman was, he felt a bit afraid.

No matter how good a woman is, your own life is more important.

Evelyn slowly came to her senses. She grabbed William Grant’s hand and said softly, “William, I really wish I could be with you forever…”

Evelyn’s voice was gentle, with a lazy satisfaction after intimacy, and a hint of coquettishness, half-joyful, half-complaining.

Although William Grant was very wary of Evelyn, hearing her say this still made him feel quite pleased.

What man doesn’t like being praised by a woman? Maybe some don’t, but William Grant wasn’t one of them.

Not knowing what to say, William Grant could only put on a polite smile.

Evelyn clung to William Grant’s arm, snuggling up to him, her face full of concern as she asked, “Good little brother, how did the Crimson Blood Pill work for you? Was the effect good?”

At the mention of the Crimson Blood Pill, William Grant immediately sobered up—the original owner died because of this pill.

If this woman really liked the original owner, how could she bear to give him such a dangerous pill?

Evelyn nestled in William Grant’s arms, unable to see the change in his expression.

She was still basking in the afterglow of pleasure, her senses a bit dulled.

“Good little brother, you’re still young and have a solid foundation. You can use the Crimson Blood Pill to quickly improve your cultivation.”

“Especially now that you’re at the second level, right at the critical stage of strengthening your bones and changing your blood. The Crimson Blood Pill is perfect for you.”

“While I can still get it, you should buy a couple more to keep on hand…”

William Grant sighed inwardly. He thought she was just a hookup, but it turned out she was a pill pusher.

Buy a couple more? One is enough to kill! This woman really isn’t afraid of causing deaths.

He put on a troubled face and said, “The Crimson Blood Pill is great, but I don’t have any money. I still don’t know how to make up for the loss from buying the last one!”

Evelyn turned around, wrapped her arms around William Grant’s neck, and looked at him with concern: “You’re an alchemist with a bright future. Why stay in a little pharmacy? Come with me, I’ll help you find a place to refine pills. It’ll be much better than staying in that shop.”

William Grant started to panic. This woman wasn’t just a pill pusher—she was a human trafficker!

He hurriedly refused, “No way, my master would kill me.”

Evelyn sighed and gently stroked William Grant’s cheek. “You’re an adult now, you don’t have to always listen to your master…”

William Grant shook his head. “Once a teacher, always a father.”

Even though the master in his memories was strict, even cold, he was still more reliable than this woman.

Seeing how determined William Grant was, Evelyn could only say, “No rush, I’ll always welcome you. Whenever you make up your mind, just come find me.”