Logan and the other guard on the other walked towards the back of the villa. The guard shook, feeling his soul trembled as the chilly wind bit his skin. But all of a sudden, a warm energy radiated within, canceling it out. Apart from that, the lights in the surroundings flickered, constantly and the strange sounds came from all directions. This alone was enough to terrify someone. But somehow, not only did he not feel scared, he felt a bit confident, though he knew deep down he could hear his instincts telling him to run. "Alright it's okay here," Logan suddenly spoke, his voice pulling the guard out of his thoughts. "Drop those junks here," Logan continued, pointing at a spot. The guards froze, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets. What the heck was he calling Junks? Every single thing he was holding cost at least a Million. Most of them were rare antiques the old man had collected himself. The others were for the young lady as she loved collecting small items

Stepping past the carved wooden threshold, the rich, bitter scent of dried roots and ancient herbs hit Logan’s nose with full force.Row after row of dark lacquered medicine cabinets stretched from floor to ceiling, their tiny brass-handled drawers labeled with thousands of names.Well, this place certainly lived up to its reputation as the most famous herb emporium in Roseville.Hundred Herb Pavilion was not the kind of place ordinary folks frequented for cold medicine.Most of the people browsing the polished glass displays were either wealthy collectors seeking wild ginseng to prolong their lives or private martial artists searching for body-refining tonics.Logan took a slow breath, feeling the faint, lingering traces of spiritual essence drifting through the air.Though the ambient Qi in modern cities was thin enough to make a cultivator weep, high-grade medicinal herbs still managed to absorb a tiny bit of heaven and earth energy over decades of growth.To forge a flawless physi

The sudden, frantic screams from the inner courtyard shattered the quiet, refined atmosphere of the Hundred Herb Pavilion in an instant.Several wealthy customers who had been browsing the glass cases turned around in shock, their eyes wide as they exchanged nervous glances.Logan on the other hand didn't waste a single second standing around to speculate.Without thinking twice, he stepped past the carved wooden partition, his feet moving swiftly toward the source of the commotion.The panicked clerk tried to reach out to stop him, but Logan’s figure moved like a wisp of smoke, slipping right past his grasp.Pushing open the heavy double doors of the private VIP suite, a wave of freezing, bone-chilling air hit Logan directly in the face.The temperature inside the courtyard room was so low that faint white frost was actively forming along the mahogany window frames.In the center of the room, lying motionless on a long sandalwood couch, was a young woman in an elegant embroidered dre

The sharp, metallic clatter of six drawn blades resonated through the VIP suite, filling the enclosed courtyard room with thick killing intent.The six martial guards were all trained personal enforcers of the Lin Family, their expressions cold and rigid as they pointed their weapons at Logan."Step away from the couch and put your hands behind your head!" The lead guard barked, his voice booming with authority."If you make a single sudden move, we will cut you down where you stand!"Doctor Zhou smirked from the side, a glint of cruel satisfaction flashing in his eyes as he stroked his beard.In his mind, dead men told no tales.As long as these guards killed this unknown punk right now, Doctor Zhou could easily claim that he was the one who resuscitated the Young Mistress while the boy was merely an interfering saboteur.Logan on the other hand remained completely calm, his hands resting casually at his sides without the slightest hint of panic.With his newly awakened Peak Qi Refin

Darkness pressed heavily against Logan’s consciousness as the agonizing pain reached a point where his senses began to go numb.Blood wasn't just trickling from his nose now; thin lines of crimson were actively seeping from the corners of his eyes and ears.His pulse dropped rapidly, slowing down to a faint, sluggish thud every few seconds.Logan knew very well that once his heart stopped beating completely, even an immortal emperor descending from heaven wouldn't be able to pull him back from the underworld.Was he really going to die like this?Dying in a cramped, humid bathroom of a dingy rental apartment, cooked to death by his own boiling medicinal broth?Sounds ridiculous right? Well, that was exactly what was happening.Just as his consciousness was about to slip into the eternal abyss, the bitter, humiliating memories of the past few days flashed across his mind like lightning.He remembered Jake’s arrogant, mocking sneer as he stepped on his broken ribs in the bedroom.He rem