Chapter 1190: He is the Successor of the Martial Arts Lineage

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Braydon Neal grinned faintly, displaying neither arrogance nor impatience.

Superior-grade Blood Clotting Pills were highly valuable and a staple in the realm of spirit pills.

There was no need to worry about sales.

Alchemy proved to be a lucrative business, far more worthwhile than venturing into the wilderness and risking his life.

“I didn’t expect you to recover so quickly after your mental power had been damaged. Are you going to refine more superior-grade Blood Clotting Pills next?” Cor Demeksa inquired.

“I want to give it another shot.”

Braydon indeed planned to refine more Blood Clotting Pills, aiming to enhance the quality of the Blood Clotting Pill.

In his previous attempts, using the cyclone purification method, Braydon sensed that the impurities in the spirit liquid were not entirely eradicated.

“I won’t disturb you, then,” Cor said tactfully.

“If you need anything, just let my subordinates handle it.”

“Mr. Demeksa, there’s no need to be so formal with me.”

Braydon welcomed Cor to stay, not wary of his presence.

Cor wished to witness how Braydon managed to refine a superior-grade spirit pill.

To be honest, he was somewhat taken aback.

Considering Braydon’s youth and relatively modest cultivation, despite having opened his spiritual aperture, his mental power had only reached the first level.

Yet, he successfully refined a superior-grade spirit pill – a feat not even matched by the Small Divine City’s Spirit Herbs Association.

With a focused mind, Braydon brought out another set of herbs – seventeen spirit herbs.

Tossing them into the pill cauldron, the spirit herbs turned to ashes, leaving behind a lump of essence as Braydon underwent a simple tempering.

The initial purification was straightforward, a fundamental skill for a spirit alchemist.

Raising his hand, Braydon collected some spirit liquid essence, leaving only an orb behind.

The essence of a stalk of spirit herb floated quietly in the pill cauldron.

Snap!

Braydon’s fingers set the green spirit liquid spinning at a remarkable speed – up to ten times per second.

The spiritual fire embraced it, intertwining and continuously expelling black impurities.

Cor’s horizons expanded witnessing this purification method.

With just a second purification, the spirit liquid reached the stage to be refined into a superior-grade Blood Clotting Pill.

However, Braydon showed no signs of stopping.

He aimed for a three-fold purification.

Cor grasped that Braydon’s cyclone purification method was already near its limit.

Attempting a second purification was beyond the reach of other spirit alchemists or even high-level spirit alchemists.

This was the purity of spirit liquid – a concept challenging to achieve.

Perfect purity, 100%, was almost impossible.

Braydon, wholly absorbed, paid no attention to anything else.

His third purification involved various methods, even a spell technique.

With a thought, he summoned a hundred-meter-long bolt of lightning, striking the spirit liquid until it dissipated into white mist.

This left Cor shocked, almost kneeling on the spot.

Zinno Hotel’s red-robed girl and Bayo Jahring were equally surprised.

“Descendant of the gods!” Cor hoarsely exclaimed.

“Descendant of the gods, successor of the lineage!”

A peculiar expression flickered across the girl’s beautiful face.

In the ruins, martial artists were gods.

Ancient warlocks were gods.

Modern martial artists were the descendants of gods.

Here, martial arts reigned supreme, surpassing ancient martial arts.

The aborigines considered ancient martial arts a low-level cultivation method.

Martial arts, in their eyes, was the cultivation method of the gods, and martial artists were the descendants of gods.

The entire ruins worshipped the gods, believing in various deities above divine authority.

This profound thought was ingrained in the hearts of every aborigine.

In this unexpected display of a spell technique, Braydon had set off alarms across half of the Small Divine City.

“The Small Divine City welcomes the descent of the descendant of the gods. The City Lord invites Your Highness for an audience,” a dignified voice echoed from the depths of the Small Divine City.

Following the resonant voice, a burly man clad in black armor and a helmet adorned with five-colored feathers emerged.

He stood as the commander of the Small Divine City, overseeing 700,000 elites.

Despite the city’s population being less than 10 million, the City Lord’s guards numbered a staggering 700,00.

The streets of the Small Divine City cleared as a multitude of black-armored elites gathered at the entrance of Zinno Hotel to greet Braydon.

In the ruins, martial arts symbolized the gods.

Braydon’s third purification attempt had evidently failed, and the inadvertent exposure of a spell technique attracted unwanted attention.

In a flash, Braydon returned to Zinno Hotel, a frown etching his face.

Trouble had unexpectedly found him.

Within Zinno Hotel, three significant figures were present.

The girl in red bowed and spoke, “Zinno Hotel’s Yahna Hadebe greets Your Highness!”

“Bayo Jahring greets Your Highness!” Even the usually reserved Bayo offered a slight bow.

In the ruins, a martial arts inheritor held a lofty status, without a shadow of doubt.

“I thought that Your Highness came from a great family,” Cor expressed in shock. “I didn’t expect Your Highness to be a descendant of the gods. Please forgive Zinno Hotel’s earlier oversight.”

“I’m refining pills!”

Braydon’s knowledge of the ruins might be limited, but he understood that speaking less was often more prudent.

Implicitly, he meant that he was engrossed in pill refining and didn’t want outsiders to disturb him.

The red-clad girl spoke sweetly, bowed, and retreated. “Then we will not disturb Your Highness. Zinno Hotel will handle the matters outside to ensure that there are no disturbances for Your Highness.”

Braydon nodded lightly, choosing not to delve into further discussion.

As the door closed, Yahna sighed with relief.

She murmured softly, “Uncle Bayo, you’ve misjudged this time. His background is not as straightforward as you thought.”

“Why would a descendant of the gods come to our remote city? And from what I know, the descendants of the gods are usually extremely arrogant, treating us like slaves. His temperament doesn’t seem as bad as theirs,” Bayo remarked quietly.

Yahna responded, “Descendants of the gods are inherently arrogant, but he is not submissive. Although he appears calm and indifferent, he doesn’t even show respect to the supreme pinnacles. The arrogance of a descendant of the gods is deeply ingrained in him.”

“That’s true!” Bayo concurred.

Cor himself stood at the supreme pinnacle realm, and Braydon didn’t extend any respect during their interaction.

The inherent pride of the descendants of the gods couldn’t be erased.

“The appearance of a descendant of a god in the Small Divine City will undoubtedly become the hottest topic of discussion in the near future. Zinno Hotel may become the target of public criticism,” Bayo continued.

“It doesn’t matter. Zinno Hotel is open for business, welcoming guests from all corners. Besides, with the descendant of the gods here, who would dare to attack and harm them?” Yahna replied with a slight smile.

Subsequently, Zinno Hotel’s representatives stepped forward and declined the commander of the Small Divine City’s guards.