Morgan Yates immediately sat down cross-legged and popped a Guyuan Pill into his mouth. A surge of heat rushed straight from his throat into Morgan Yates's dantian, where the medicinal power of the Guyuan Pill fused with his vital energy. The speed at which the vital energy was refined increased dozens of times, and its degree of condensation was truly terrifying—completely incomparable to normal times.

Taking advantage of the medicinal power, Morgan Yates immediately began refining dragon force, starting to break through the brain’s vital gate. As soon as the dragon force dissipated, two more streams of dragon force appeared and continued the assault, making Morgan Yates's head buzz loudly.

“As expected, the Guyuan Pill is really powerful. No wonder those so-called genius disciples have such monstrous cultivation—it turns out they eat these pills like beans.”

Morgan Yates sighed with emotion, but since he possessed the mysterious dragon force, given some time, he was fully confident he could surpass those so-called geniuses. He wanted to prove to everyone that Quentin Yates was a genius, and Quentin Yates's son was even more so.

The entire afternoon, Morgan Yates was immersed in cultivation, and all five Guyuan Pills were used up.

Morgan Yates faintly felt that if he could get a few more Guyuan Pills, he would be able to break through the brain’s vital gate in one go.

When Morgan Yates awoke from his cultivation, it was already evening. Uncle Foster had already prepared dinner for Morgan Yates in advance, which warmed Morgan Yates's heart. After dinner, Morgan Yates went to sleep.

Cultivation requires a balance of tension and relaxation, letting things take their natural course. As the saying goes, “things will develop in the opposite direction when they become extreme”—intense cultivation is not always beneficial.

Morgan Yates got up early the next morning, washed up, and left the Ye residence. Today, he planned to go out and buy some Melting Pill Powder. If he could please Elder Young, perhaps he might even be rewarded with a few Guyuan Pills.

Morgan Yates arrived at the Treasure Pavilion, where the beautiful snake-woman Emily King once again sashayed over with her serpentine grace. However, today Emily King was wearing a white qipao, which gave her a unique charm.

“Little brother, you’ve come at just the right time. Our Treasure Pavilion has just received a new batch of Melting Pill Powder,” Emily King said, her face adorned with a seductive smile.

Hearing this, Morgan Yates's face lit up. “I’d like to buy one tael.”

One tael of Melting Pill Powder might sound like a small amount, but for an alchemist, it was already quite a lot. However, as the manager of the Treasure Pavilion, Emily King naturally guessed that Morgan Yates was just a little pill apprentice. Emily King gave Morgan Yates a warm smile and said, “Little brother, come with me.”

Emily King led Morgan Yates to a counter and spoke a few words to the attendant. The attendant weighed out one tael of Melting Pill Powder. Just as the attendant was about to hand the powder to Morgan Yates, a clean arm suddenly reached over and grabbed the powder from the attendant’s hand.

“Melting Pill Powder? I, Frank Moore, want it all.”

Morgan Yates turned to look at the newcomer. He saw a man with long, jet-black hair, sword-like eyebrows, and starry eyes, dressed in a black robe—handsome and dignified. Behind him stood a man and a woman, both wearing proud expressions.

Frank Moore—Morgan Yates had heard this name before. Last year, he was ranked tenth on the Shiyan List among the Mo family’s disciples. Not only was he a martial artist, but also an alchemist.

“Sorry, Young Master Moore, this young man arrived first. This tael of Melting Pill Powder has already been bought by him,” Emily King said to Frank Moore with a charming smile, which made Frank Moore waver for a moment.

“Recently, my Mo family is in urgent need of Melting Pill Powder. I’ll pay double the price for this tael,” Frank Moore said with a cultured smile, though his eyes remained fixed on the faintly visible curves of Emily King.

“That’s not really appropriate, is it?” Emily King hesitated, seeing how insistent Frank Moore was. Although their business valued reputation, offending the Mo family over a little pill apprentice was not a wise move. The Qi family was strong, but as the saying goes, ‘a powerful dragon cannot suppress a local snake.’

Seeing Emily King's hesitation, Frank Moore continued, “Miss Emily King, I hope you’ll consider this carefully.”

The implication in Frank Moore's words was clear. Emily King understood and replied with a flirtatious smile, “There’s no need to think about such a small matter. This tael of Melting Pill Powder is yours.”

Frank Moore nodded in satisfaction and took the tael of Melting Pill Powder, never once glancing at Morgan Yates.

Morgan Yates watched the whole scene unfold, but his face showed no anger. In this world where the strong are respected, there is no absolute fairness in the face of power and influence. If you are strong, you are right.

“Pa!” A crisp slap rang out, startling the people nearby, who all looked over in surprise.

Morgan Yates grabbed the Melting Pill Powder from Frank Moore's hand and said calmly, “First come, first served. This Melting Pill Powder is mine!”

Frank Moore was also taken aback by the slap. He glanced at Morgan Yates, who was dressed in a faded black cloth robe and patched cloth shoes. Judging by Morgan Yates's attire, he was clearly not an alchemist’s apprentice—he could only be a pill boy.

He couldn’t understand how a mere pill boy dared to snatch his Melting Pill Powder.

Emily King watched the scene, her pink lips slightly parted. Was this little brother crazy? He actually dared to offend the Mo family’s young master.

Even the people around were staring in shock. This pill boy really didn’t know his place. Frank Moore was a member of the Mo family, already at the second level of the Qi Creation Realm, and an alchemist to boot.