The moment Kent’s words left his mouth, everyone paled. It was as if doom had descended upon them, which was ironic considering the one who spoke the words appeared rather calm.
But, of course, they had every reason to react that way, knowing what they knew.
Kent had just disrespected the only disciple of the Old Wicked Witch. That was an offense no one would be foolish enough to commit.
Even the Pill Grandmaster in disguise, who had escorted him through the store, took a few steps away from him, increasing the distance. She knew it would be wiser to save her own neck than to protect some random, handsome man she had been trying to recruit into her family.
“What did you just say?” the disciple asked, glaring dangerously at Kent.
“I don’t repeat myself, but since you can’t hear well, listen closely. This herb was found and picked by me. I won’t hand it over to you just because of your status or the family you’re from. So, you can run along.”
“You… Do you know who I am? Do you know who my master is?” the disciple demanded, pointing at Kent with her left hand.
“Bitch, you better take that finger out of my face before I cut it off. Don’t you know it’s disrespectful to point at people?” Kent glared at her and swatted her hand away.
“And who cares about your master?” His words once again made everyone look at him strangely. In their minds, Kent was already a dead man.
“You bastard! Do you think you can disrespect my master and get away with it? I won’t let this slide.” She retrieved a token from her space ring and presented it to the counter lady.
The moment the lady’s eyes landed on it, her face turned pale. “That…”
“Yes, this is the token of a Pill Saint. I advise you not to go against it, or you already know the repercussions,” the disciple sneered, casting a sidelong glance at Kent.
“I’m sorry, young man, but the store cannot oppose the authority of one of the Pill Saints,” the counter lady said, her voice laced with hesitation.
Kent frowned. He could tell she wouldn’t budge—her survival depended on avoiding the wrath of the token’s owner.
Kent understood the ranks of alchemists, and he knew a Pill Saint was indeed someone no one should offend. Yet, seeing the young disciple wielding the badge to get her way filled him with anger.
For some reason, watching someone misuse an item of such significance, belonging to another alchemist, made him want to light his pill flame and scorch her arrogant face.
Perhaps it was the pride of an alchemist stirring within him.
Kent smirked and turned to the counter lady. Your next chapter is on My Virtual Library Empire
“I understand. I won’t put you in a difficult position.”
He then faced the disciple.
“I assume that badge belongs to your master, correct?”
The young lady nodded smugly. “Yes, and you should know better than to go against it. I may forgive your earlier remarks, but any further defiance and your entire family will feel the wrath of the Wicked Poison Witch.”
“Tsk.” Kent chuckled, then turned back to the counter lady. “Kindly tally my total, including the Dreamshade Flower. If the owner of the badge has an issue, direct her to the Divine Palace Sect. I will handle it.”
Kent’s tone was firm and unwavering. He had no intention of conceding to anyone, no matter who the badge belonged to. Even if she held the power to take his life, she wouldn’t intimidate him.
He turned back to the young disciple, whose face now bore a shocked expression.
“You can tell your master to respect the laws of alchemy. Letting you wield her badge to fool around is plain disgusting. Tell her to learn the rules. If she refuses, she’s welcome to find me—I’ll gladly help her out.”
With that, he waited as the counter lady, clearly relieved by Kent’s arrogance, quickly finalized the total. She had no desire to linger in the tense atmosphere.
“That will be 930,000 spirit stones,” she said.
Kent retrieved a pouch containing the spirit stones and handed it to her. He cast one last look at the disciple, taking the pouch of herbs.
“If you want the authority of a Pill Saint, then become a Pill Saint. Don’t use someone else’s badge to intimidate others.”
He left without paying any attention to the strange looks aimed his way. He had just disrespected the badge of a Pill Saint, but he didn’t care.
Everyone watched him leave like a ghost. It was only after Kent left the store that people started to recover and began to whisper.
They all began asking themselves a series of questions, with a few already mourning Kent’s inevitable clash with the Wicked Poison Witch.
They knew that no matter the position Kent held in the academy, they wouldn’t dare cross the Wicked Poison Witch for him. Nobody, not even the kings, would do that.
The truth of the matter was that the Seven Pill Saints were the most powerful people the kingdoms had. Of course, there were strong cultivators the kingdoms needed, but these alchemists controlled the market with their pills.
So for a disciple of one of them to be humiliated like that—well, in fact, the Alchemist Dream might catch some stray bullets if the young lady, who was left disappointed, angry, and nearly bursting into flames, chose to use her anger to complain to her master.
Once Kent left, he and Uncle Drew returned to the inn he had hired. There, Kent took him inside the Legion Tower, and together, they managed to create the perfect barracks for the Night Riders.
Of course, Uncle Drew had always wanted to stay inside the realm of the Night. Still, since they also cultivate like normal beings, Kent granted him the authority to allow himself and anyone in his legion to enter the tower.
It was like an admin privilege, and now, Uncle Drew had full access to the Legion Tower.
“So, where would you be going next, Young Master?” Uncle Drew asked.
“From here, I am going straight to the academy with my master, where I will be staying for a while. Of course, I will occasionally go to places outside the academy, so if I need help, I will reach out.
But for now, just find that Turyn guy and use the talisman I gave you to send him to me. I’ll take care of the rest,” Kent replied, and Uncle Drew nodded.
Kent had tasked him and Saden with capturing the bastard who had hurt his woman when she was just 18. He gave him an item that would directly transport Turyn to the Tower Prison, where Kent planned to torture him for a month before sending him to Alina.
If necessary, he intended to make Turyn suffer so severely that he would beg for death instead.
After eating together, Uncle Drew left and headed toward Varyndor, the kingdom where the Miller family resided.
Meanwhile, Kent used the time difference inside the tower to begin concocting pills. In his eyes, if things took an unexpected turn, humanity would simply lose a Pill Saint.
After all, he, in a way, had his own Pandora’s box… If the Pill Saint refused to listen to reason, it would just result in Kent gaining a Soul-Spirit and a powerful dead body in the coming days.