Reaper of the Martial World

Chapter Book 9: 137: Master3

Book 9: Chapter 137: Master3

Dyon smiled without hiding his satisfaction.

With a sweep of his hand, an overwhelming soul presence burst forth. Hundreds of thousands of arrays appeared from thin air, leaving Pjisel in complete awe. Never could he had known that his Master’s greatest path was actually his soul.

He sighed, watching from his knees on the ground. It was as though it had taken all of his strength to make this decision, and he no longer had any left to stand.

One had to remember he was a beast. They all had pitiful soul talent, how could he live up to his Master’s expectations?

There were very few exceptions to this rule. Even with everything Dyon had seen in his lifetime, he had only met two: The Celestial Deer and the Dream Panthers.

Of course, it wasn’t impossible. After all, in order to transcend, one’s soul had to reach a certain standard. But, it was also important to remember that one didn’t have to comprehend comet, moon, planet and soul qi in order for their soul to reach this standard.

Dyon’s ask was seemingly far out of reach for him…

To make matters worse, he had to abolish his cultivation as well, a reality that made him sigh. But, he had expected this as well. After all, he was a mere Fourth Order Celestial. This was enough to make the Raven Clan talents weep, but before Dyon, was it worth much at all?

Pjisel tossed these thoughts to the back of his mind. Leader Sacharro, or rather, his Master, wasn’t an idiot who didn’t understand these things. He had to have his own reasons for believing in him so much.

Instead of thinking so much, he directly watched on in awe and those tens of thousands of geniuses disappeared all once. In the next instant, even the blood and even its scent was gone, leaving no one but Dyon and Pjisel.

In another moment, Dyon’s hands waved once more as numerous herbs appeared.

Their forms flashed, only to be instantly enveloped by Dyon’s arrays and broken down into beautiful motes of light.

They shimmered under Dyon’s control, spiraling together as qi surged.

In just a few seconds, a beautiful pill appeared, shining with a glimmering luster.

Pjisel could hardly believe what he just saw. Pill concocting without cauldron? Using formations in alchemy? Completing a pill in just a few seconds?

Suddenly, heavenly chimes rung in the skies above. The pill was awashed with light… once over… twice… thrice… not until the ninth bathing of light did it finally come to a close.

“O… One with Self pill… Ninth layer of the Perfect-Grade?”

Pjisel rubbed his eyes, staring intently at the nine halos hovering above the pill. Top-Grade pills were already between 90-100% purity. But Perfect-Grade pills were a level above, being strengthened over their original effect.

A nine times strengthened pill was practically unheard of!

“Oh… Seems like I’ve improved again. Don’t be so shocked, it’s just a Grandmaster grade Cultivation Cleansing Pill. Since it’s been strengthened to this effect, it’ll almost be like being reborn. Your meridians will go back to the state they were in just before they matured and all of the impurities of your body will be washed away.”

Dyon himself didn’t know the effect of a nine times strengthened pill. He was forced to use [Detection] from the [Dao of Array Alchemy] to understand its intricacies. The same skill he used in the Golden Flame Mystical World to identify the Martial Saint Pills.

“Hm, if someone took this pill before they began to cultivate, they could clear the Meridian Formation Realm in just a few hours, maybe minutes if they were great enough geniuses. I’ll have to make sure to make one for Little Alauna, I guess I can also make a few million of them, I just have to ask Eli to duplicate enough ingredients…”

Pjisel’s lips twitched. He suddenly lamented his misfortune. To be able to create such a pill in a few seconds. In fact, he could tell Dyon slowed down so he could watch… How could he live up to such a master?

Just a grandmaster level pill? In his Raven Clan, a grandmaster alchemist would be worshipped even beyond the patriarch.

Pjisel solemnly accepted the pill. He almost felt bad eating such a treasure, but he grit his teeth in the end, remembering that Dyon hardly cared about it.

The instant it entered his body, he felt his years of cultivation being washed away.

He had expected some pain, at least that’s how the cultivation cleansing pills of his Raven Clan worked, yet he felt nothing but comfort. In fact, he felt oddly comfortable.

“Oh, I forgot to mention the last effect. The complete dispelling of cultivation is actually a flaw in the original pill. The creator of the formula’s original intention was to create a pill that could snatch cultivation away from one person and give it to another, but he failed.

“In the end, the only thing that can accomplish that feat is a Higher Existence’s Faith Seed before it goes through the cycle of reincarnation, but no Higher Existence would be willing to…”

Dyon sighed, thinking back to Jade and closing his eyes. ‘No Higher Existence but her…’

Shaking his head, Dyon continued. “Never mind that…”

Seeing that his master didn’t want to talk about it, Pjisel said nothing and continued to listen.

“… The main point is that when strengthened to nine times, though this pill still can’t do what it  was originally intended to, it will still benefit you greatly.

“It will take all of your qi cultivation and turn it toward strengthening your body. It will improve your meridian grade and your overall constitution. Whatever remains will strengthen your body. Though you are giving up something, you will receive a lot in return.”

Dyon had suddenly found the key to vastly improving the Mortal Alliance’s foundation. He strictly reminded himself to never neglect his soul path again.