The door was pushed open, and Uncle Foster had already brought in the food. Morgan Yates opened his eyes and, looking at the dishes in Uncle Foster's hands, couldn't help but wipe the drool from the corner of his mouth.

He rushed straight over, sat at the table, and began eating heartily.

Seeing Morgan Yates's great appetite, Uncle Foster finally felt relieved. He had originally worried that Morgan Yates would be devastated by Quentin Yates's death, but unexpectedly, Morgan Yates seemed even more energetic than before.

"Young master, slow down while you eat."

"Uncle Foster, after I finish eating, I still have to go help Elder Young with the furnace. If I'm late, he'll kill me."

Morgan Yates hurriedly finished his meal and dashed off to Elder Young's place.

Elder Young was a second-level alchemist hired by the Ye family, holding a high status in the household. Morgan Yates's assigned job was to help Elder Young with the furnace, serving as a pill boy—a tough and tiring task.

When Morgan Yates arrived at the alchemy room, he saw that the door was closed. He patted his chest in relief; if Elder Young had arrived before him, Morgan Yates would have gotten two slaps again.

Morgan Yates took the key out of his pocket, unlocked the brass lock, and opened the door.

He saw two people rummaging through the herb cabinet in the alchemy room. When the door opened, both were startled, but upon seeing it was Morgan Yates, they immediately stopped what they were doing, showing no sign of panic on their faces.

"Morgan Yates, you'd better pretend you didn't see anything, or you'll end up just like before."

Both Michael Yates and Ethan Yates had several valuable herbs in their hands. After threatening Morgan Yates, they ran out of the alchemy room.

Michael Yates was a direct descendant of the Ye family. Over the past five years, Morgan Yates had suffered a lot of bullying from Ethan Yates and Michael Yates. Take this matter of stealing herbs, for example—Michael Yates and Ethan Yates had done it many times. The few herbs they stole this time were worth at least ten taels of silver, which was no small sum for direct descendants with only average talent.

Morgan Yates had once reported this to Elder Young, but as a result, he was severely beaten by Michael Yates and Ethan Yates.

Watching the two leave, Morgan Yates said viciously, "Once I break through my meridian, I'll settle both old and new scores together."

Chapter 4: Dragon Power Breaks Through the Meridian

There were many herbs stored in the alchemy room; if one or two went missing, as long as Elder Young didn't check, it wouldn't be a big deal.

But if Elder Young did investigate, he would definitely fly into a rage. Elder Young absolutely hated the theft of herbs.

"Morgan Yates, you little rascal, why aren't you starting the fire yet?"

A furious voice rang out as the white-haired Elder Young rushed into the alchemy room.

"Yes, sir!"

Morgan Yates knew Elder Young's temperament very well. As long as he obediently followed instructions, Elder Young wouldn't deliberately make things difficult for him.

Morgan Yates lit the furnace in the alchemy room. Elder Young opened the pill furnace, threw in the herbs one by one, and then channeled his own elemental energy into the furnace.

Meanwhile, Morgan Yates was miserably blowing the fire at the side. After half an hour, the furnace let out a bang, and another batch of Foundation Pills was completed.

A single batch of first-level cultivation pills—Foundation Pills—would yield at least fifty pills.

Elder Young would refine one hundred Foundation Pills a day, and spend the rest of his time researching second-level cultivation pills—Stabilizing Pills.

Morgan Yates's job was only to keep the fire going. After several hours of blowing the fire, Elder Young gave a few instructions, and Morgan Yates tidied up the alchemy room, locked it up, and returned to his own room.

As soon as Morgan Yates returned to his wooden hut, he sat down cross-legged again, absorbing the energy of heaven and earth. The energy of heaven and earth was colorless, and naturally, when it reached the dantian, it was also colorless. The elemental energy refined by the dantian was also colorless.

Only after cultivating a mental technique would the refined elemental energy have color.

For example, Quentin Yates cultivated the Inferno Art, a fire-attribute mental technique, so the elemental energy he refined was red, and his attacks carried the fierce power of fire.

The Coiling Dragon Pillar absorbed the energy that Morgan Yates channeled in, and a black dragon of elemental energy flew out from the black dragon pillar, once again charging toward the meridian in Morgan Yates's right hand.

Morgan Yates's right arm felt as if it were being torn apart by a giant dragon, the veins in his entire arm twisting, and the blue veins on his right arm bulging.

Morgan Yates gritted his teeth and endured the pain, refining another black dragon and sending it to charge at the meridian in his right hand.

"If only I could awaken two black dragons of elemental energy, then I could break through the meridian even faster!"

Morgan Yates had discovered this problem: on the black dragon pillar, countless giant dragons coiled, but he could only awaken the lowest one, and could only use the power of that single dragon. If he could awaken two at the same time, the time needed to break through the meridian would be cut in half. As for awakening three dragons at once, Morgan Yates didn't even dare to imagine it.

"Let me try the Foundation Pills."

Morgan Yates took out a bag of Foundation Pills from a corner of the room. Over the years, while working in the alchemy room, Elder Young would reward him with a few Foundation Pills whenever he was in a good mood. After five years, Morgan Yates had collected quite a few.

Morgan Yates stuffed a few Foundation Pills into his mouth. The energy from the pills flowed down his throat and directly into his dantian, merging with his elemental energy and greatly increasing its concentration.