The Strongest War God

Chapter 1193: Next Time, I Will Kill You

Chapter 1193: Next Time, I Will Kill You

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Cor Demeksa raised his hand, revealing a spirit pill in his palm.

Nine-essence supreme-grade Blood Clotting Pill!

The entire room fell silent as the spirit pills were presented.

Yahna Hadebe and Bayo Jahring were both astonished, their gaze fixated on Cor’s palm where the spirit pill rested.

“Nine-essence supreme-grade spirit pill?” Bayo exclaimed in shock.

“He refined the nine-essence supreme-grade spirit pill?” Yahna echoed, her red lips forming an ‘O’ shape.

She was genuinely surprised in this moment.

“I witnessed His Highness Neal refine the nine-essence supreme-grade spirit pill with my own eyes,” Cor affirmed solemnly.

“The descendants of the gods are truly formidable!” Bayo exclaimed after recovering from his initial shock.

Yahna held the nine-essence supreme-grade spirit pill in her hand, examining it closely.

After a moment, she remarked, “This is the first time I’ve seen a nine-essence supreme-grade spirit pill. The gods’ methods are beyond imagination. A young individual able to refine such a pill would undoubtedly shame those old folks in the Spirit Herbs Association.”

“His Highness Braydon Neal’s talent in alchemy surpasses anything I’ve witnessed. He seems ignorant of alchemical practices, lacking knowledge even in purifying spirit herbs. It appears he’s doing it on a whim,” Cor commented.

“He refined the nine-essence supreme-grade spirit pill on a whim? His talent is truly astonishing,” Bayo admitted, no longer underestimating Braydon.

“In just two days, he devised two methods to purify spiritual liquid,” Cor added softly. “His talent exceeds my expectations.”

“Alright, Mr. Demeksa, please inquire if His Highness is interested in selling supreme-grade spirit pills. If he is, we can arrange for Zinno Hotel to auction them,” Yahna suggested, outlining a plan.

Given the rarity of supreme-grade spirit pills, securing them for Zinno Hotel was a priority.

After some thought, Cor replied, “His Highness is likely to sell a batch of spirit pills. He arrived in the Small Divine City with another young highness without carrying void pouches. It seems that he’s here for training.”

“Is the other young highness also a descendant of a god?” Bayo inquired, furrowing his brows.

“I doubt it,” Yahna responded with a frown.

“His Highness Neal treats his younger brother well, showing deep affection. It doesn’t seem like a recent connection but rather a lifelong bond.”

Cor emphasized not to underestimate the younger brother.

Meanwhile, Cor voiced a sense of danger from the other young highness, sensing a formidable power within him.

“To evoke such a feeling in you, it must be the prowess of an emperor,” Yahna remarked with a gleam in her phoenix-like eyes.

She desired to befriend Braydon and his younger brother, but the reclusive nature of the siblings and their lack of interest in outsiders posed a challenge.

Moreover, they spent most of their time in Zinno Hotel, facing scrutiny from the trading house’s people whenever they ventured out.

The duo seemed focused on seclusion and seldom interacted with the outside world.

The discussions on the top floor of Zinno Hotel did not disturb Braydon.

Seated cross-legged on the bed, he closed his eyes, practicing the Great Void of Kylo Art to replenish his mental power.

Softly, he advised Luke Yates, “Luke, avoid taking the Blood Clotting Pill in Zinno Hotel. The fluctuations in your blood might attract unnecessary attention.”

“Got it!” Luke replied, playing with a few supreme-grade spirit pills in his hands, the unspoken understanding between the brothers palpable.

As long as there was something edible, the little fool would devour it after playing for a while.

Hence, Braydon had to caution this foolish companion not to stir up trouble without cause.

This was the Small Divine City!

If their identities were exposed, the brothers would be forced to flee for their lives.

Braydon had restored his mental power, and dusk had settled outside.

Fortunately, he still possessed 65 sets of medicinal herbs, enough to craft Blood Clotting Pills.

However, he aspired to enhance the pill’s quality and harbored an unused trump card – purple Qi.

Jevan Cox and Stratford Layton had imparted the knowledge of purple Qi to Braydon during their time on Heavenly Mountain.

The addition of purple Qi during pill refinement could elevate its grade.

Now was the opportune moment to employ this technique.

Alone, Braydon embarked on refining pills once again, while the little fool retired to his room for rest.

At this juncture, the white ape quietly entered, akin to an ordinary spirit beast, and relayed, “Someone is utilizing their mental power to investigate Zinno Hotel. Their focus is on you.”

“Zinno Hotel boasts experts. We needn’t worry,” Braydon responded, halting his pill concoction and positioning himself by the window, ready to observe.

As anticipated, Bayo’s stern voice resonated, “Taban, are you courting death?!”

“Lord Jahring, I didn’t realize you are also at Zinno Hotel. I apologize for my disrespect!” Taban, the one probing, swiftly responded.

Taban had sought to contact Braydon, but the Nine Dragons Trading House’s overtures were summarily dismissed by Zinno Hotel.

Unsuccessful in connecting with Braydon for two days, he resorted to using mental power to probe Zinno Hotel at night, aiming to garner Braydon’s attention.

“If there’s a next time, I’ll kill you!” Bayo warned coldly.

“Lord Jahring, please calm down. I’m just looking for someone,” Taban explained his purpose.

Braydon, having foreknowledge of Taban’s tactics, had already been warned by Cor about the Nine Dragons Trading House’s interest.

Turning away from the window, Braydon’s eyes gleamed.

He perceived Taban’s subtle maneuvers.

“Let the Nine Dragons Trading House simmer for a few more days. We’ll have use for them in the future,” he calmly asserted.

“You martial artists from the outside world lack cultivation resources, so you specialize in alchemy. Are you trying to exchange your pills for resources to bring back to the 14th ancient city?” the white ape astutely deduced Braydon’s intentions.

“The aboriginal ancient city will clandestinely monitor those acquiring large amounts of cultivation resources. You need to be cautious,” the white ape reminded.

“That’s precisely why I need the Nine Dragons Trading House to acquire the items I need,” Braydon articulated.

The Nine Dragons Trading House sought to recruit the high-level spirit alchemist behind Braydon, while Braydon aimed to utilize them to gather a batch of resources.

Many of the spirit herbs and materials in the ruins were rare in the outside world, and Braydon had to collect a batch to bring back.

The white ape remained silent. Braydon commenced refining the spirit liquid three times, purifying it to perfection, and crafting another batch of spirit pills without crushing the pill shells.

The protective pill shell ensured that the medicinal power wouldn’t leak out, preserving it for a century.

Refining supreme-grade spirit pills proved to be a time-consuming endeavor.

Throughout the lengthy night, Braydon managed to refine only two cauldrons of spirit pills.

In the middle of the night, he added something special to one of the cauldrons – a wisp of purple Qi.