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Chapter 1189: Refinement Success
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
At this moment, the outside sky had already turned pitch-black.
Above the ruins, a bright moon hung in the darkness.
Braydon Neal sensed a difference in the moon compared to the one in the outside world.
However, these weren’t concerns for Braydon at the moment.
Standing before the pill cauldron, he took out another set of medicinal ingredients to resume refining the superior-grade Blood Clotting Pill.
Braydon’s obsession lay in the refinement of superior-grade Blood Clotting Pills.
It wasn’t just for his personal cultivation!
He aimed to bring back a batch, as a superior-grade Blood Clotting Pill could enhance vitality by a thousand Na.
The thought of bolstering the strength of the Northern Army sons rapidly with a considerable number of superior-grade Blood Clotting Pills fueled Braydon’s determination.
Since his youth, Braydon had always protected the sons of the Northern Army.
This commitment remained unchanged over time.
As an elder brother, it was his rightful duty to safeguard his younger brothers.
Braydon started refining once again, opting to purify six orbs of spirit liquid this time to avoid overwhelming himself.
After three rounds, all seventeen orbs of spirit liquid were refined, utilizing the cyclone method for each ball.
Though Cor Demeksa suggested three purifications, the crux still lay in cleansing the spirit liquid of impurities.
Otherwise, triple purification would be in vain.
Braydon inspected the purified seventeen orbs of spirit liquid, gently brus.h.i.+ng his left hand over them, causing the spiritual fire in the pill cauldron to gradually weaken.
The imminent fusion of the seventeen orbs of spirit liquid brought about challenges, as some repelled each other.
For a spirit alchemist, purifying spirit liquid was a fundamental skill.
However, the true test lay in the fusion process.
It demanded a precise sequence, as a small error could ruin the entire orb of spirit liquid.
Braydon concentrated his mental power, spending half an hour to control the fusion successfully.
The spirit liquid amalgamated into a ball, forming an egg-like sticky liquid poised between solid and liquid.
Sensing the right moment, Braydon divided the pill into ten parts—the small pill.
With the embryonic core formed, he gained enough control over the spiritual fire.
Braydon manipulated the pill cauldron, intensifying the spiritual fire instantly.
The entire cauldron filled with scorching flames, and ten small pills floated quietly.
After fifteen minutes, the flames subsided.
Braydon lifted the cauldron lid.
Swoos.h.!.+ Swoos.h.!.+
Ten pills flew out, landing hot in Braydon’s palm.
Each small pill possessed a grey outer sh.e.l.l, acting as a protective layer common in superior-grade spirit pills.
Braydon’s fingers moved, crus.h.i.+ng the outer layer to reveal a white spirit pill the size of a sugar pill, emitting a thick medicinal fragrance.
The superior-grade Blood Clotting Pill was now complete!
“Brother, what’s that?” The little fool sat up straight on the bed, immediately curious.
“You woke up from your sleep from the smell?”
Braydon chuckled, flicking the spirit pill to the little fool, who promptly put it in his mouth without doubting its quality.
The pill smelled delightful and seemed delicious.
He downed a spirit pill, and his vitality stirred slightly.
Braydon’s eyes brightened.
He placed a palm on the little fool’s body, helping him settle his agitated vitality, while also concealing his aura.
Because Luke Yates and Braydon weren’t locals!
The essence of his blood carried a distinct difference from that of an aborigine.
If the little fool’s aura leaked and caught the attention of an expert…
It would surely spell death!
It followed the same principle as the 14th ancient city, which barred indigenous martial artists.
How could a divine city of the aborigines permit outsiders to step in?
Discovery meant immediate execution!
Braydon’s primary concern was whether someone had sensed the little fool’s restless vitality.
In reality, someone indeed had!
On the top floor of Zinno Hotel, Bayo Jahring, seated cross-legged, halted his cultivation and opened his eyes, a sharp glint present.
He had just detected an unusual aura.
Different from the aborigine martial artists’ aura, it was the fluctuation of martial artists from the outside world.
Bayo swiftly grasped the anomaly.
Standing before the window with hands behind his back, he gazed at the bright moon, his brows furrowed.
“Bayo, did you feel it?” Cor walked over and inquired.
“You felt it too?” Bayo frowned.
“Yes, I sensed the spiritual energy of a superior-grade spirit pill. Someone has refined a superior-grade spirit pill. It should be a Blood Clotting Pill.”
What Cor stated contradicted Bayo’s observations.
Bayo responded, his mental power instantly enveloping the entire Zinno Hotel.
His mental prowess was formidable!
A thought spanned the entire Zinno Hotel.
Nothing could be hidden from his senses.
In Braydon’s room, he opened the nine pills with one hand.
The protective layer turned to ashes, revealing white spirit pills.
Superior-grade Blood Clotting Pill!
“Didn’t you mention the kid’s damaged mental power? He won’t be using it to refine pills for the next few months, right?” Bayo asked, surprised.
“He must have cultivated a profound technique allowing rapid mental power recovery,” Cor responded, earning Bayo’s agreement.
Yet, neither dared to covet Braydon’s cultivation method.
In the ruins, high-level techniques likely stemmed from major families.
Who would dare to covet a large family’s cultivation method?
Mishandling such matters could disrupt the birth of an emperor.
Coveting such things meant courting death.
Braydon stood in his room, a composed expression on his face.
Seeing Zinno Hotel’s lack of action, he knew he had pa.s.sed this test.
Zinno Hotel undoubtedly harbored experts!
The little fool’s vitality leakage had prompted scrutiny from the martial artists of Zinno Hotel.
Braydon utilized the spiritual energy from the nine pills to divert their attention.
Just as Braydon antic.i.p.ated.
“Young Master Neal, are you refining pills?” Cor asked softly.
“Mr. Demeksa, please come in!”
Braydon opened the door.
Cor was entering when he caught a whiff of the medicinal fragrance permeating the room.
He exclaimed, “The scent of a superior-grade Blood Clotting Pill!”
“I was about to ask you to help me check the quality.”
Braydon handed over a pure white spirit pill.
“It’s of extremely high quality. A superior-grade Blood Clotting Pill, without a doubt,” Cor confirmed after a brief examination.
After speaking, he swallowed the spirit pill with ease.
A surge of pure energy tinged Cor’s face red.
Yet, at the supreme pinnacle realm, his robust vitality meant the medicinal strength of a superior-grade Blood Clotting Pill offered limited aid.
Cor opened his eyes and remarked, “Superior-grade Blood Clotting Pill. Potent medicinal effect. It can certainly help those below the ninth level increase their vitality.”
