The Strongest War God

Chapter 1195: A Big Black Pot

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

There was nothing wrong with wanting to venture out at this time.

However, Braydon Neal’s intention in bringing the little fool along was to administer a transcendent-grade spirit pill.

Braydon and the little silly boy departed from the Small Divine City and headed toward the wilderness.

The signs of aborigine activity here were sparse.

Being able to spot the shadows of spirit beasts a hundred miles away from the Small Divine City indicated the hazardous nature of this area.

“Brother, are we heading home?” Luke Yates asked playfully.

“No need to rush. Since we’re here, let’s not return empty-handed,” responded Braydon, intending to exchange spirit herbs for cultivation resources in the Small Divine City.

The white ape trailed behind the two brothers.

Selecting a small hill, Braydon drew the Northern King Sword from his waist and, with a single stab, carved out a hundred-meter-long cave.

The newly forged Northern King Sword appeared ordinary.

The blade was black, cold as frost, but it had been enhanced with precious refining materials, elevating it to the seventh level.

It could slash through the scales of a seventh-level spirit beast effortlessly.

The main blade weighed two thousand pounds.

It was several times heavier than before.

Braydon sheathed his sword, ushered the little fool into the cave, sealed the entrance, and lit a bonfire.

“Starting from today, I’ll begin cultivation,” announced Braydon calmly in the wilderness.

“Brother, if you’re cultivating, can I go out to play?” the little fool asked with a dejected expression.

“What’s your take on that?”

Braydon spread out all the transcendent-grade spirit pills he had and allowed the little fool to indulge.

Given the dangers in the ruins, Braydon wasn’t about to let the little fool roam freely.

Luke sat on the ground with a discontented face, contemplating the two bottles of transcendent-grade spirit pills before him.

His concern was evident.

Cultivating here wasn’t what he desired.

He wanted to play outside!

However, with Braydon overseeing him, entertaining such thoughts was futile.

Braydon took a light purple spirit pill and swallowed it.

A surge of pure energy erupted from Braydon’s abdomen, flooding his entire body.

Braydon’s face turned red, beads of sweat forming.

The efficacy of a transcendent-grade spirit pill was undeniably potent.

A single pill could boost one’s vitality by 10,000 Na!

Braydon’s vitality had now reached 190,000 Na.

Opening his eyes, he observed the little fool’s sorrowful face, experiencing a mix of amusement and frustration.

He questioned, “Little Fool, why aren’t you cultivating?”

“My stomach hurts!” the little fool fibbed.

Whenever he tried to cultivate, headaches, fever, and hunger would strike.

It was akin to a schoolkid finding excuses to avoid homework.

Braydon remained impassive, calmly observing him.

One second, two seconds, three seconds…

After half a minute, Luke couldn’t bear it any longer.

He reluctantly took a bottle of pills, picked out a pill, and placed it in his mouth with a struggle.

His eyes darted around, cheeks puffed up, but he said nothing.

“Swallow the pill!” Braydon rubbed his temples and instructed.

“Okay!” Luke gulped down the pill he held under his tongue.

Previously, he resisted swallowing it to find an opportunity to spit it out.

Under Braydon’s supervision, the little fool ceased his protests.

Realizing he had no chance to go out and play, he shut his eyes and engaged in serious cultivation.

The two brothers immersed themselves in deep cultivation.

Braydon followed the Great Void of Kylo Art, refining a transcendent-grade spirit pill each day.

Their vitality increased daily.

The remarkable aspect was that the little fool’s cultivation speed was on par with Braydon’s.

The little fool’s talent was evidently high, not inferior to the Northern Army sons.

A full ten days passed.

The duo consumed 20 transcendent-grade spirit pills.

This amounted to only two bottles.

There were still 28 bottles remaining!

Braydon’s vitality had surged to 280,000 Na.

The red lotus flower above his head had absorbed all his vitality.

Braydon was curious about the quantity of vitality needed to saturate the lotus flower on his head.

Beside him, the little fool boasted a vitality of 300,000 Na.

This marked the first extended period of seclusion for the little fool in his life.

After ten days of dedicated cultivation, his strength had experienced a rapid boost.

The priority now was to stabilize his realm.

Rapid advancement could lead to an unstable foundation.

Suddenly, Braydon rose and said, “Luke, let’s go. I’ll take you out to play.”

“Really? If you lie to me, you’re a dog!”

Luke dashed out with an energy that seemed impossible to restrain, resembling a wild bull that couldn’t be restrained even with a rope.

He crashed against the massive rock blocking the cave entrance.

Bang!

The rock shattered, and dust filled the air.

The little fool burst out, unleashing his wild nature, howling and running amok.

Braydon, hands behind his back, ascended into the air, leisurely following his younger brother.

Both brothers had reached the ascendant pinnacle realm in their cultivation.

Yet, a fifth-level spirit beast emerged before them: a green-scaled python, a colossal serpent measuring a hundred meters.

Its movements could break through the surrounding vegetation when it swam.

The sight of the python triggered drool from the little fool, who charged forward with a howl, eager to engage with the spirit beasts again.

Despite Braydon’s considerable effort to forge a new seventh-level spirit artifact for him, the little fool seemed unfazed.

The green-scaled python extended its tongue, revealing fierce light in its vertical pupils.

It didn’t expect the human to charge at it instead of fleeing.

With a gentle sway, it lashed its tail, creating a shocking momentum and forming an attack wave.

Luke didn’t dodge; instead, he jumped and defended against the tail with his own body, embedding his legs deep into the soil.

“Die!” he shouted.

In the next moment, the green-scaled python was astonished.

It felt its body leaving it as it was thrown away by this seemingly foolish human.

The little fool grabbed the snake’s tail, swinging the hundred-meter-long python’s body like a rope.

Towering trees in the vicinity were broken, and the ground rumbled.

The green python, despite being a fifth-level spirit beast, couldn’t withstand such torment.

It began spewing bile, its vitality weakening until its entire body went limp, tortured to death by the little fool.

Not far away, another python, witnessing this brutal scene, turned its head and slithered away.

Luke was a true devil.

Even spirit beasts feared him.

After tormenting the python to death, the little fool promptly skinned it, extracted its tendons, and started a bonfire to roast the meat on the spot.

The snake meat was tender and suited for stewing or roasting.

Under Braydon’s watchful eyes, the little fool pulled out a large iron pot from an empty bag, along with pots, pans, and even a chopping board.

Braydon was stunned.

Was this a picnic or an experiential exercise?

“Where did you get all these things?” Braydon’s mouth twitched.

“I bought them from Zinno Hotel’s kitchen!” Luke confidently claimed.

But when had he ever ventured into Zinno Hotel’s kitchen?

Braydon was clueless!

More importantly, would the little fool even go shopping?

He probably snatched them from the kitchen!

Cor likely didn’t bother informing Braydon about such trivial matters.

After all, a few pots and pans weren’t a concern for Zinno Hotel!