The black Yuan Power dragon charged straight toward the right-hand acupoint. The ordinary Yuan Power flowing into the acupoint seemed to react as if it had seen a ghost upon encountering the black dragon, automatically making way and yielding its territory to the black Yuan Power dragon. With the Yuan Power parting on its own, Morgan Yates could only utilize the power of the dragon, but that was more than enough.

Morgan Yates cultivated once more, when suddenly, Uncle Foster burst into the room with a look of panic, fell to his knees, and pleaded, “Young master, Uncle Foster begs you, please save my poor granddaughter!”

“Little Grace!”

Morgan Yates immediately opened his eyes, helped Uncle Foster up, and a cold glint flashed across his face.

Chapter 7 Little Grace

Little Grace was Uncle Foster’s granddaughter, a very obedient and adorable girl, a year younger than Morgan Yates.

Uncle Foster’s son and daughter-in-law had racked up huge gambling debts and were beaten to death by others.

Little Grace had almost been sold to a brothel, but fortunately, Uncle Foster arrived in time and used the prestige of the Ye family to rescue her. Since then, Little Grace had stayed at the Ye residence, serving as a maid by the side of the genius girl Mary Yates.

Little Grace often made clothes for Morgan Yates; all the clothes and shoes Morgan Yates wore were sewn by Little Grace.

Morgan Yates and Little Grace could be considered childhood friends who grew up together.

“Uncle Foster, what exactly happened? What’s wrong with Little Grace?” Morgan Yates asked anxiously.

“Little Grace knew you’ve been unhappy lately, so she insisted on making you some clothes. She even told me not to tell you, wanting to give you a surprise. But just now, when Little Grace came to deliver the clothes, Michael Yates stopped her in the back garden’s grass field. Not only did he tear up the clothes, he also beat Little Grace up. He said if you don’t come over right now, he’ll beat Little Grace to death.”

Uncle Foster wiped his tears as he spoke. Now, Little Grace was his only family left.

Morgan Yates frowned. It was obvious that Michael Yates was making things difficult for Little Grace because of him. Morgan Yates immediately said, “Uncle Foster, go tell Mary Yates about this. Little Grace is her maid; she shouldn’t just stand by. I’ll head over there right now.”

With that, Morgan Yates dashed toward the grass field in the Ye family’s back garden. He had beaten up Ethan Yates, so Michael Yates was clearly seeking revenge.

Although Michael Yates’s talent wasn’t great, he had opened four acupoints, making him one of the strongest at the Body Refining stage. Morgan Yates, even with the help of dragon power, couldn’t match Michael Yates’s speed. If Morgan Yates had opened the brain acupoint, he might have been able to fight Michael Yates.

But Morgan Yates couldn’t worry about that now. Little Grace was Uncle Foster’s granddaughter, his own little sister—he had to save her.

It wasn’t uncommon in the Ye clan for a maid to be beaten to death.

Within a few breaths, Morgan Yates arrived at the grass field in the back garden. He saw Michael Yates standing there with a mocking expression, and behind him, a small, thin figure lay on the ground—it was Little Grace, her body already covered in blood. Morgan Yates was instantly enraged.

Little Grace was just an ordinary person, unable to cultivate. How could she possibly withstand such a brutal beating?

But Michael Yates was a direct descendant. Even if he beat this maid Little Grace to death, he wouldn’t face any real punishment. Ethan Yates stood behind Michael Yates, his hands wrapped in bandages, his face twisted with malice.

When Michael Yates saw Morgan Yates, he sneered, “I didn’t expect you’d really come to die. Little Ethan, what do you want to do?”

“If you want this little maid to live, break your own arms and legs, and lick my toes.” As Ethan Yates spoke, he kicked off his cloth shoes and stomped them a few times in the muddy dirt.

“Sob... Morgan Yates young master, don’t worry about me. You’re the high and mighty young master; Little Grace is just a worthless servant.” Somehow, Little Grace found the strength to shout, her delicate, slightly thin face already covered in blood.

“Michael Yates, don’t you feel ashamed bullying a defenseless maid like this?” Morgan Yates said coldly.

“Ashamed? You hit Ethan Yates, which is the same as hitting me. In the Ye clan, no one dares cross me.” As Michael Yates spoke, he stomped on Little Grace’s face and said, “Little Ethan, go make him lick your toes. If he doesn’t, I’ll crush this little maid’s head.”

“Heh heh, thanks, Michael Yates bro!” Ethan Yates said, swaggering forward a few steps.

“Morgan Yates, come lick, or this maid’s life is forfeit.”

“Don’t lick!” Little Grace curled up on the ground, her voice barely a whisper.

Morgan Yates clenched his fists, glaring furiously at Michael Yates and Ethan Yates, and said angrily, “Fine, I’ll lick!”

Morgan Yates slowly walked over to Ethan Yates, squatted down, and his right hand’s spirit weapon had already absorbed a strand of dragon power. Ethan Yates looked at Morgan Yates with a grin, while Michael Yates wore a mocking expression, as if watching a joke.

“Hahaha, Morgan Yates, weren’t you so arrogant? Didn’t you say you’d beat me every time you saw me? Go on, lick my toes!” Ethan Yates laughed loudly.

“Lick them!”

Morgan Yates lowered his head, narrowed his eyes, a cold gleam flashing. His right hand suddenly grabbed Ethan Yates’s foot and squeezed slightly—two stones’ worth of force erupted, and the sound of bones breaking rang out. Ethan Yates screamed in agony once again.