Mary Yates glanced at Little Grace, seeing that Little Grace was covered in blood, and finally calmed down. She said, “You go out. I’ll help Little Grace take a bath. If you dare to peek, I’ll have you dunked in a pig cage.”

Mary Yates watched Morgan Yates rush out in a panic, first giving a smug smile. Then she turned to look at Little Grace, her willow brows slightly furrowing—this Michael Yates was really too heavy-handed. But how did useless Morgan Yates manage to save Little Grace from Michael Yates? Mary Yates thought for a moment and shook her head. Maybe Morgan Yates agreed to some condition from Michael Yates.

Morgan Yates dashed out of the room and closed the door behind him, his thin face flushed bright red. The image of Little Grace’s perky breasts lingered in his mind and wouldn’t go away.

“Young master, are you alright?” asked Uncle Foster, who was standing outside the room.

“I’m fine. Once Little Grace recovers, have her stay by Mary Yates’s side. That Michael Yates probably won’t dare do anything to her. I’ll be heading out for a bit later.”

Morgan Yates had extorted a tael or two of gold from Michael Yates, just enough to go to the Treasure Pavilion and buy some Melting Pill Powder.

Chapter 9: Treasure Pavilion

Conflicts among the The Yates Clan disciples, as long as no one dies, generally aren’t reported to the Punishment Hall. Although Michael Yates lost a Qi Condensation servant, it didn’t really matter much to him.

Besides, in this kind of situation, Michael Yates wouldn’t dare report it to the higher-ups. If those above found out that Morgan Yates had such strength, they would definitely put Morgan Yates to good use, and Michael Yates wasn’t that stupid.

Even if Michael Yates wanted to deal with him, he’d have to do it himself. If you can’t win and have to tell your father, that’s extremely embarrassing. If disciples from other clans found out, it would be even more laughable.

So Morgan Yates wasn’t worried about Michael Yates seeking revenge on him anytime soon. As long as he could settle the matter of the Melting Pill Powder, he could focus wholeheartedly on his cultivation. Once he opened the brain’s mysterious gate, he could take on ten guys like Michael Yates at once.

Morgan Yates meditated for an hour, using a first-grade healing pill, the Blood Circulation Pill, and his injuries fully healed. For martial artists, as long as the dantian isn’t harmed, any injury can be healed with pills.

The Treasure Pavilion is a holy land for martial artists. Martial skills, weapons, pills, talismans—if you have money, you can buy them all at the Treasure Pavilion. It’s said that the Treasure Pavilion isn’t owned by any family in Stone Rock City, but is the property of the Qi family, the wealthiest family in the imperial capital. The Qi family’s businesses are spread throughout the entire Tianwu Kingdom, and their influence is enormous.

Morgan Yates exited from the back gate of the The Yates Clan, circled around a few street corners, and soon a magnificent, golden pavilion appeared before him. The three characters “Treasure Pavilion” were especially grand, and the building had three floors. Around each floor, there were powerful guards at the Qi Condensation and even Shapeshifting level.

Morgan Yates walked straight into the Treasure Pavilion. Inside, there were many counters, each displaying all kinds of materials, all very eye-catching.

A voluptuous woman in a qipao slowly approached. The curves of her chest were especially prominent, her snake-like waist swaying, and the view between her legs was faintly visible.

Morgan Yates immediately locked his gaze on this mature and sexy woman. Her entire body exuded charm at every moment, and many people around were casting glances at her.

Seeing Morgan Yates walk in, the woman smiled and asked, “Little brother, is there something you need?”

“I’m not little,” Morgan Yates replied.

The woman glanced playfully at Morgan Yates’s crotch and said with a flirtatious smile, “Little brother, you’re quite funny. You’re not even an adult yet, are you?”

“What a dangerous vixen. Dad always said not to look at pretty women.” Staring at the woman, Morgan Yates immediately said, “I’m here to buy Melting Pill Powder.”

“Little brother, at the moment our Treasure Pavilion is completely sold out of Melting Pill Powder. If you want to buy some, you’ll have to wait a few more days.” The woman apologized, her face full of seductive charm.

Some of the shopkeepers nearby were also sighing—how come the Treasure Pavilion’s beauty snake, Emily King, suddenly took a liking to this type?

“Sold out? No way!” Morgan Yates asked in surprise. The Treasure Pavilion was the largest merchant guild in Stone Rock City—how could they ever be out of stock?

“Yesterday afternoon, the The Quinn Family bought up all of our Melting Pill Powder,” Emily King said with a smile.

The four great families of Stone Rock City: The Quinn Family, The Yates Family, The Shaw Family, and The Moore Family. Besides these four, there were also some smaller families. But compared to the The Quinn Family, The Yates Family, The Shaw Family, and The Moore Family, those small families were like a minor magician before a grand one.

And The Quinn Family was the head of the four great families, the most powerful family in Stone Rock City, because the The Quinn Family’s Henry Quinn was the city lord, and his younger sister was a concubine of the Tianwu Kingdom’s emperor—in other words, they were imperial relatives.

“Why would the The Quinn Family buy so much Melting Pill Powder?” Morgan Yates wondered. When refining pills, the amount of Melting Pill Powder used is very precise. Just a tael or two is enough to refine hundreds of batches. Is the The Quinn Family going crazy with pill refining or something?