The next day, the gate of Liam's quarters opened again, and one of Liam's soul clones stepped out with a smile, greeting everyone in the vicinity. "Please come inside to collect your orders." The emissaries from the various sects and clans were completely dumbfounded. Their orders were all completed in a single day? This was unheard of! No elder in the entire Golden Pavilion possessed such an ability. "This guy should have definitely ruined all of our herbs, and now he is putting on a show to explain that." "Maybe he just robbed us all, and he is going to say that the herbs were ruined." "What a scammer!! How could such a person be admitted into the Green Mountain sect? I have never heard of something like this happening before." "Maybe the Green Mountain sect is just not as great as before. Maybe even the esteemed Green Mountain is starting to decline." Several wild rumors started spreading around. To prevent any foul relations from taking root, many of the emissaries directly left the area. After all, there was no point in going inside and creating a scene. In the end, even if Liam turned out to be a scammer, they couldn't do anything about it. If they had a dispute with any elder of the Green Mountain, then all the elders would think twice before accepting their future orders. It was best to leave this matter as it is and consider the cost of herbs as a loss, and move on. Liam's soul clone, standing on the other side, couldn't help but frown at this development. He was welcoming everyone with a big smile, but these guys seemed extremely upset. Many directly left the area? What was going on? Soon, more and more guys started leaving without as much as a word. Thankfully, a couple of people still bothered to come inside. He brought them over and seated them on a wooden bench in the living room. He then calmly took out each person's potion vial and handed it to them. The custom in the Green Mountain was to just give a single vial of the potion, even though multiple vials could have been brewed. For every vial, a new order has to be placed, and three sets of the same herbs have to be given. The alchemists were never held responsible, even if all three sets of herbs were completely ruined. They only needed to mention that the potion brewing did not go well this time around. The other party simply couldn't do anything about it. But when Liam's clone handed over the potions, what happened next was entirely unexpected. The first emissary, a short, sharp-eyed man in golden robes from the Thundercloud Sect, uncorked his vial and took a whiff. His eyes widened. He dipped a testing strip into the liquid and watched it change color, bright silver with a faint violet gleam. His hands trembled. "This… this is a seven-star grade!" he whispered in disbelief. "Impossible. I gave him materials that would barely scrape five stars at best." A seven-star grade was the assessment given for a potion with more than 70% purity. The others who had entered and received their potions blinked in confusion. One of them hurriedly uncorked their own vial and performed a quick test. Another stunned gasp. Another seven-star result. A third emissary, more composed and skeptical, examined his vial with a specialized spirit-inscribing monocle. The moment he saw the concentration lines inside the liquid, his jaw dropped. "This is on par with an elder grandmaster's work… and he returned the leftover herbs as well?!" The room fell silent as realization dawned on each of them. They hadn't been scammed. They had just received alchemical products that were far superior to what they'd ever gotten from the famed elders of the Golden Pavilion. And this newcomer had completed every order in one day. With change. The emissaries who had walked out in suspicion were already halfway down the mountain, stewing in their assumptions. But those who stayed? They began sweating bullets, not from fear, but from a sudden panic. They had just stumbled upon a monster in alchemist robes, and they might've just ruined their chance to establish a relationship with him early. "Please inform your clans," the clone said with a calm smile. "I will accept repeat orders every fortnight, but only from those who collect personally. If you leave early, your order will be voided." With those words, a new storm quietly began to form within the Green Mountains. And this time, it wasn't alchemy that was spreading like wildfire, it was Liam's name. The incident quickly became famous, and word of mouth got around so fast that the next day an even bigger crowd gathered in front of Liam's quarters. Those who had left hastily the previous day fully regretted their actions and came back with their tail between their legs. The crowd outside Liam's quarters the following morning was nothing short of chaotic. Disciples, emissaries, rogue cultivators, merchants, everyone wanted a piece of the mysterious elder who had completed over a dozen high-purity commissions overnight. Most were holding fresh herb bundles wrapped in enchanted cloth, clearly here to place orders. Others came simply to apologize, hoping to mend the damage they had caused by walking out prematurely. "Senior! We were misinformed! Please allow our sect another chance!" "We brought premium spirit herbs this time! Just take a look!" "Our Thundercloud Sect Patriarch himself wants to send an official invitation. Please consider visiting our compound in the Heavenly Grove Sector!" Liam, watching through his clone's eyes while seated deep in meditation, raised an eyebrow but remained calm. The crowd's reaction had been predictable. In a world where connections often held more value than merit, true excellence had a way of disrupting all existing hierarchies. His clone, projecting the same serene presence, stepped outside and politely raised a hand. "I appreciate everyone's enthusiasm," the clone said evenly. "However, I cannot take every order." Instantly, dozens of heads turned toward him with anxious expressions. But the next words offered both relief and confusion.