The Strongest War God

Chapter 1192: The Shocked Yahna Hadebe

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

At this moment, Cor Demeksa’s tone carried a hint of excitement.

He explained to Braydon Neal that even the mighty aboriginal forces in the ruins found it extremely challenging for their revered high-level spirit alchemists to successfully refine superior-grade spirit pills, let alone achieve a supreme-grade one.

The success rate was notably low.

The emergence of supreme-grade spirit pills often felt like a stroke of luck.

It was similar to an alchemist dedicating half a lifetime and thousands of cauldrons to refining spirit pills, occasionally stumbling upon the creation of a supreme-grade spirit pill.

It would become a treasured accomplishment and the most radiant achievement in the realm.

An alchemist capable of producing supreme-grade spirit pills could be likened to a martial artist inventing a formidable forbidden technique.

Though their pursuits differed, the glory of their achievements was equally grand—an enduring legacy in history.

Examining the supreme-grade spirit pill before him, Braydon observed the seven radiant halos emitting an incredibly dense spiritual essence.

This was the seven-essence supreme-grade spirit pill.

Its value was beyond measure.

The rarity of this spirit pill surpassed its intrinsic worth, presenting itself as a genuine treasure.

Furthermore, to other spirit alchemists, it held invaluable significance.

“Brother, I’m hungry!” The little fool playfully pulled at Braydon’s shirt and whispered.

“Look at how greedy you are!”

Braydon raised his hand and handed the seven sssence supreme-grade spirit pill to his brother.

“Your Highness,” Cor whispered, “this rare treasure holds immense value. For daily cultivation, a superior-grade Blood Clotting Pill would suffice.”

“Did you hear that? No eating for you!”

Braydon cast a glance at his younger brother.

It wasn’t that he was unwilling to share this spirit pill, but the quality and medicinal efficacy of a supreme-grade spirit pill surpassed that of a superior-grade Blood Clotting Pill.

If his younger brother consumed it, his golden vitality would surge, potentially exposing him as a martial artist from the outside world, making survival in the Small Divine City impossible.

Luke Yates was astute and comprehended his brother’s warning.

He carefully stowed away the supreme-grade spirit pills and would consume them discreetly when no one was around.

Next, Braydon crushed the pill shells of the remaining nine pills.

Cor was completely stunned.

All nine remaining spirit pills were supreme-grade.

The weakest among them was a three-essence supreme-grade spirit pill.

Most astonishingly, a nine-essence supreme-grade spirit pill emerged.

The brilliance of the nine layers of light was dazzling.

Cor was truly at a loss for words.

Witnessing the creation of a nine-essence supreme-grade spirit pill was beyond his expectations.

If this news spread, it would undoubtedly cause a sensation throughout the Small Divine City.

Soon, emperors might seek Braydon’s assistance!

A nine-essence supreme-grade spirit pill meant that Braydon could concoct pills that even emperors desired—an imperial favor.

It was akin to having an emperor’s confidant to watch over you—a shield against potential threats.

Every high-level alchemist boasted a formidable network of friends at the supreme pinnacle realm.

Their connections were indeed formidable.

Therefore, in the ruins, spirit alchemists were not to be underestimated.

Provoking one might result in a group of supreme pinnacle martial artists converging to surround you.

Braydon raised his hand and handed the three-essence supreme-grade spirit pill to Cor, smiling faintly.

“My brother and I are still weak. I would like to trouble Mr. Demeksa to help me test the pill. Is that possible?”

Typically, if someone requested Cor to test a pill, it would be considered an insult.

Who was Cor? He was a dignified butler, a prominent figure in Zinno Hotel and a significant individual in the Small Divine City.

Asking him to try a pill would usually be seen as humiliation.

But now, Cor felt an unusual sense of honor.

“Your Highness,” he hesitated, “this kind of spirit pill is a rare treasure. Isn’t it too extravagant to use it for a test?”

“Do you think I won’t be able to concoct this kind of spirit pill in the future?”

Braydon smiled faintly, a statement that left Cor feeling as if he’d been struck by lightning, momentarily stunned.

Having witnessed Braydon’s pill-refining process, even in a less-than-optimal state after working all night, the creation of such a supreme-grade spiritual pill indicated that he would undoubtedly refine more in the future.

Cor swallowed the pill without hesitation.

Three-essence supreme-grade Blood Clotting Pill.

After consuming it, the pressure of the supreme pinnacle radiated from Cor’s body.

The old man’s body contained an exceptionally rich amount of vitality.

Following the appearance of the aura pressure, Cor’s face flushed red.

His eyes gleamed as he closed them to sense the medicinal effects.

When he opened his eyes, he exclaimed, “The medicinal effects of the three-essence supreme-grade spirit pill are three times that of the supreme-grade Blood Clotting Pill!”

“A supreme-grade spirit pill can increase a pinnacle’s vitality by 3,000 Na?” Braydon was astonished.

He hadn’t anticipated the spirit pill’s effect to be so formidable.

“I dare not deceive Your Highness!” Cor bowed, cupping his hands.

“Interesting. I’ll have to trouble Mr. Demeksa again.” Braydon raised his hand, passing another spirit pill.

Seven-essence supreme-grade spirit pill.

This time, Braydon wanted Cor to test this pill.

“Your Highness, this pill test is too extravagant,” Cor expressed reluctance.

“Spirit pills are not precious to alchemists.”

Braydon took out the nine-essence spirit pill, saying, “This spirit pill will be a gift for Mr. Demeksa.”

“I… I can’t accept this. It’s too precious!” Cor hesitated, not daring to accept it.

However, Braydon insisted, and what he gave, he wouldn’t take back.

Cor was torn but genuinely liked this kind of spirit pill.

The nine-essence spirit pill was probably unseen by anyone else in the Small Divine City.

Cor opened his mouth and swallowed the seven-essence spirit pill.

A surge of energy swept across Cor’s body.

The seven-essence spirit pill increased vitality by 7,000 Na!

For a supreme pinnacle martial artist like Cor, he could refine the medicinal power in a moment.

If it were a martial artist below the supreme pinnacle realm, it might take a few days to refine such a spirit pill.

The weaker the cultivation, the longer the time required.

However, it underscored how formidable supreme-grade spirit pills were.

Their value surpassed Braydon’s imagination.

Braydon also sensed the medicinal effects of the supreme-grade spirit pill.

Supreme-grade spirit pills emitted a pill halo, visible to the naked eye, indicating the quality of the spirit pill.

It was indeed extraordinary!

After a night of hard work, it was time for Braydon to rest and recover his mental power.

Cor was leaving, heading to the top floor of Zinno Hotel.

There, the girl in red, Yahna Hadebe, was sitting, joined by the cloaked man, Bayo Jahring.

“Mr. Demeksa, has His Highness finished refining pills?” Yahna asked gently.

“The descendants of the gods are also learning the way of alchemy. It’s quite unusual,” Bayo remarked softly.

The descendants of the gods held a revered status and primarily cultivated martial arts, typically not relying on pills to enhance their vitality during cultivation.

“Miss, if Bayo had seen this one thing, he wouldn’t say that,” Cor took a deep breath, saying solemnly.

“What is it?” Yahna’s eyes were filled with curiosity.