Keith Yowell was humble when he met Alex Rockefeller and Brittany Rockefeller. He was smiling so
hard
that wrinkles appeared on his face when he walked up to greet them. Brittany was flattered. âMr.
Yowell, why are you here? Come in, come in. Alex, please cut up the
watermelon for Mr. Yowell. Itâs too hot in the middle of the day, itâll help him fight the heat!
Mr. Yowell, you
couldâve told m e what you needed. Alex and I wouldâve personally gone to visit you. How could we
make
you come to us?â
When Michelle Yowell heard this, she smiled. Keithâs legs felt weak and be nearly fell to his knees.
Keith wouldnât dare let Grandmaster Rockefeller cut a
watermelon open for him no matter how brave he was. Heâd rather cut his own head open. âThereâs no
need
for that, thereâs no need at all⦠Iâm not thirsty,â Keith quickly said.
âLook at you. Youâre drenched in sweat. How could you not be thirsty? Alex, hurry up,â Brittany said.
âOh, okay,â Alex glanced at Keith before he answered. Alex didnât have a good feeling about Keith. The
old man was cunning and liked to sit on the fence until the stronger or beneficial side was obvious.
People like Keith were like fair-weather friends-one should never expect them to help during times of
crisis.
If it wasnât for Michelle, Alex wouldnât even care to respond to him. Soon, Alex returned to the living
room with a plate of cut watermelon. He passed a piece of it to Keith.
Keith panicked as his hand trembled, causing the piece of watermelon to fall to the ground. Brittany
frowned. âOh, dear. Why are you so careless?
Give Mr. Yowell another piece.â Keith was close to tears. When he sat on the couch earlier, he only sat
with half his butt on it. âItâs alright, itâs
alright. It was just a slip of my hand. It had nothing to do with Mr. Rockefeller,â Keith said before quickly
picking up the watermelon on the ground.
He then started eating it. âItâs delicious. It really is,â he added. Brittany was dumbfounded. This was the
head of the Yowell family from California. He could easily cause an earthquake with a stomp of
his foot in California. Brittany couldnât believe that he would actually pick up a piece of watermelon from
the
ground and eat it. Most importantly, somebodyâs hair had fallen to the ground earlier and it happened to
be
stuck to the watermelon.
By then, Keith had already eaten half of the watermelon piece. âMr. Yowell, youâ¦â Brittany pointed at
Keithâs mouth. Keith quickly licked his mouth and ate the remaining half of the strand of hair. He even
gulped several times
after that. âMom, Mr. Yowell is here to deliver some herbs for me to make medicine. You guys can
continue chatting. Iâll check the herbs and move them to the basement,â Alex finally said.
âLet me do the moving.â Keith quickly chimed in. âYou should sit down and chat with my mother,â Alex
replied.
There were a total of five boxes of herbs. Each of them was about one cubic meter in size. After
moving them
down to the basement, Alex could smell a strong herbal scent as soon as he opened one of the boxes.
In fact, he could even sense the waves of essence in the box.
âThere are spiritual herbs!â Alex exclaimed excitedly and he immediately started searching for the
source of
the essence. Spiritual herbs were more valuable than normal supplements. The centennial ginseng and
centennial snow
lotus Alex bought from an auction previously were not considered spiritual herbs. Instead, those were
only
considered supplements.
Since those supplements had nutritional value and were more valuable for medicinal
usage, they naturally cost a lot more in the market. However, spiritual herbs were spiritual objects that
absorbed worldly essence. For example, the frosty octagon flowers in Alexâs room were a kind of
spiritual herb. Alex finally discovered a bright red reishi in the box. His eyes lit up.
âItâs actually a flaming lotus reishi!â
âWhat is a flaming lotus reishi?â Michelle asked. âIt can help restore your martial arts cultivation,â Alex
said with a chuckle. Over the next two days, Alex stayed in the Villaâs basement to focus on creating
the medicine. The five herb boxes the Yowell family had brought were sufficient for him to create
several types of medicine. ***
Meanwhile, at the Assex familyâs place. Madame Joanne finally got to see her good friend, a dark
skinned, small eyed old lady who was only a meter and a half tall. âJoanne Carlton, why did you ask me
to come in such a hurry?â The small eyed old lady asked with a deep
and raspy voice.
Joanne Carlton was Madame Joanneâs name. Joanne Carlton was Madame Joanneâs name. Madame
Joanneâs gaze turned dark âI need you to help me infect a few people with some parasitic disease. I
want them to fall asleep and never wake up,â she said