This William Grant, does he really think he can defeat him in just one month?

After Brian Thompson and James Thompson left.

"Xiao Jie, William Grant deliberately delayed for a month—could it be that he's confident he can defeat you after that? Wasn't it a bit rash to agree to his terms just now?"

Brian Thompson frowned slightly.

"Father, trash is still trash. Even if he’s completed body tempering now, he’s only at the first level. Give him another month, and he might not even reach the second level."

James Thompson replied with a confident smile.

"But…"

Brian Thompson wanted to say more, but James Thompson interrupted him.

"Father, what you’re worried about is William Grant’s ‘Collapsing Fist’, right? You can rest assured—even if his Collapsing Fist is a Profound-grade or higher martial skill, even if he reaches the second level of body tempering in a month, do you think just that Collapsing Fist alone can close the gap between us?"

The gap between the third and fourth levels of body tempering is a watershed—there’s a difference of over a hundred jin in strength.

Not to mention the gap between the second and fourth levels.

"I was overthinking it. I’ve been muddled because of your brother’s injury."

Hearing his son’s calm analysis, Brian Thompson smiled.

His eldest son had always been his pride, never once letting him down.

After Brian Thompson and his son left.

He saw his mother, Grace Thompson, looking over with displeasure.

"Mother, don’t worry. I’m confident!"

William Grant spoke up first.

"Tian’er, I’ve seen all your changes, but you shouldn’t be so overambitious. That James Thompson is recognized as a genius among the younger generation of the family, a key focus of the family’s cultivation, and the strongest among all the fourth-level body tempering martial artists! He’s not someone his brother Andrew Thompson can compare to."

Grace Thompson sighed softly.

"Mother, I know all that. Can you trust me? I’ll definitely win—I won’t embarrass you!"

William Grant looked seriously at Grace Thompson.

"Silly child, I’m not afraid of being embarrassed. I’m worried about you. I don’t want you to have another close call like a few days ago, almost leaving me behind."

As Grace Thompson spoke, her beautiful eyes reddened.

What happened a few days ago had cast a shadow over her heart.

"Mother, I promise—I’ll never make you worry about me again!"

William Grant vowed earnestly.

"Alright, I believe you. If you need anything this month, just tell me."

Grace Thompson nodded gently, forcing a smile.

"Mother, could you buy me more of the herbs you got last time? Also, I’d like some silver…"

After getting some silver from his mother Grace Thompson, William Grant left his family’s compound and walked out of the Li family estate.

This was his first time going out since arriving in this world.

The market in Qingfeng Town is divided by three bustling streets, split among three families including the Li family. The Li family’s market is in the north, close to their residence.

As soon as William Grant entered the Li family’s market, he heard the hawkers shouting from every stall, and the streets were lined with all kinds of dazzling, exotic trinkets.

For a moment, William Grant felt as if he’d returned to ancient times in his previous life.

Scenes like this, in his past life, could only be seen on TV.

William Grant walked along, looking around curiously…

When he reached the entrance of the Li family’s weapon shop, he glanced at the neatly arranged, dazzling array of weapons, hesitated for a moment, then moved on, leaving the Li family’s market and heading into the Chen family’s market in the southwest.

The Chen family was one of the three major families in Qingfeng Town, alongside the Li and Fang families.

The three families formed a tripartite balance in Qingfeng Town, checking each other’s power. Though there was plenty of rivalry in secret, on the surface things remained calm—no one wanted to be the first to stand out.

As soon as he entered the Chen family’s weapon shop, someone came up to greet him.

"Sir, what kind of weapon are you looking for?"

The attendant asked with a smile.

"I’m not buying weapons. I just want to buy a few kinds of materials from you."

William Grant shook his head.

Not buying weapons, just materials?

Hearing this, the attendant was startled.

Could it be that this young customer had a distinguished weapon refiner behind him?

Weapon refiners, unlike the blacksmiths in weapon shops, held a status on the Cloudsky Continent no less than that of alchemists.

Every weapon refiner was someone that all the powers would fight over.

Weapons forged by blacksmiths were just ordinary weapons.

Weapons refined by weapon refiners, on the other hand, were ‘spirit weapons’—they could enhance attack power and were extremely valuable.

In Qingfeng Town, each of the three major families had an alchemist, but none had a weapon refiner.

This showed just how rare weapon refiners were.

"Sir, what materials do you need? I’ll prepare them for you right away."

William Grant noticed that the attendant’s attitude had suddenly changed, now tinged with respect.

He could guess the reason, but didn’t point it out.

He wasn’t buying materials for weapon refining.

Although the Reincarnation Martial Emperor was an imperial-grade weapon refiner, and he had inherited all of the Martial Emperor’s refining knowledge and memories—

To become a weapon refiner, one had to at least reach the Core Condensation Realm and nurture Yuan Force.

It was the same for graded alchemists—without Yuan Force, it was impossible to form pill fire or refine pills.