Chapter 1657 Some Things Can't Be Said
Chapter 1657: Some Things Can’t Be Said Chapter 1657: Some Things Can’t Be Said Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation The condition was that their bodies had to be able to withstand it.
“I’ll begin distributing the first batch of Spirit Opening Pills,” Braydon Neal announced.
“Those who haven’t broken through to the saint heart realm can continue applying for Spirit Opening Pills until they do!” “Understood!” All the regimental commanders grasped the commander’s intent.
With an endless supply of Spirit Opening Pills, the goal was for every soldier to surpass the holy master realm. The regimental commanders promptly returned to their camps, swiftly distributing the pills.
As soldiers took the Spirit Opening Pills, they noticed a stark difference compared to previous ones—they were over ten times more effective. Under supervision, they began with two superior-grade pills and culminated with a supreme-grade Spirit Opening Pill.
The results were astounding. On the first day, many late-stage holy master soldiers forcefully ascended to the saint heart realm, triggering saint heart tribulations.
The Northern Army’s pill reserves were depleted in countering these inner demon tribulations. Braydon personally reached out to Braedy Leite, borrowing a batch of green liquid—Universe Spiritual Spring Water—to repay later with battle merits or supreme-grade Spirit Opening Pills.
Braedy acted swiftly, immediately dispatching the green liquid from the army camp. He also contacted the race headquarters, urgently requesting more Universe Spiritual Spring Water, fully aware of the battlefield’s dire circumstances and the presence of Braydon and his team.
Within half a day, the headquarters responded, sending a batch of green liquid to Braydon. He distributed it among the soldiers to preemptively consume, ensuring they were safeguarded against the inner demon tribulations.
The soldiers of the Northern Army faced death only on the battlefield, not from old age in their beds or under heavenly tribulations.
Braydon spared no expense to ensure everyone succeeded in transcending their tribulations.
In the following period, soldiers constantly broke through the holy master realm, day and night without pause. Iason Foster and the others were alarmed and came over personally. Seeing the endless heavenly tribulations in the distance, they exclaimed, “A collective breakthrough?
How many resources will this require?” “I heard from the patrol envoy that Your Highness has supreme-grade Spirit Opening Pills here?” Lainey Garcia probed.
Braydon nodded slightly, confirming it. Iason was astonished. He knew Braydon had spent tens of millions of battle merits on five million sets of Spirit Opening Pill materials. Had he successfully refined them? How many days had passed? Refining five million sets into pills would surely shock many old-timers.
“Does the Northern Army have alchemists?” Iason inquired.
“No, all the Spirit Opening Pills were concocted by me.
Since you’re here, please estimate the value of the Universe Spiritual Spring Water borrowed from the military camp and how many supreme-grade Spirit Opening Pills are suitable as payment,” Braydon suggested, leaving the calculation to them. After all, Braedy and his team didn’t hesitate to supply the green liquid upon his request—it was a significant favor, and he intended to repay it.
Iason and Lainey exchanged glances and fell silent. According to the military’s internal pricing, basic Universe Spiritual Spring Water was valued at 10,000 military points per gram. A low-grade Spirit Opening Pill cost 100 battle merits, medium-grade about 300, and superior-grade at least 500 battle merits. Some superior-grade Spirit Opening Pills of higher quality were priced as high as 800 battle merits each.
“As per the military supplies warehouse, an ordinary supreme-grade Spirit Opening Pill with one halo is priced at 1000 battle merits,” Iason stated frankly.
“For a supreme-grade Spirit Opening Pill with two halos, the price would be 2000 battle merits.
“The price of a supreme-grade Spirit Opening Pill with three halos is 3000 battle merits!
“And as the number of halos increases, so does the price,” Iason elaborated, basing his information on the military depot’s pricing.
… “Alright, I’ll send the pills over in the next two days,” Braydon agreed.
“How did you manage to refine so many supreme-grade Spirit Opening Pills in such a short time?” Iason asked, a question he perhaps shouldn’t have posed.
In the universe, everyone had their secrets, and Iason realized he might have overstepped. But Braydon’s ability to refine such quantities of pills was awe-inspiring.
Lainey glanced at Iason, sensing the tension.
“Do you really want to know?” Braydon smiled faintly.
“Ah, I apologize for speaking out of turn,” Iason backtracked hastily.
Braydon shook his head.
“Some things can’t be disclosed.
I’m concerned that if I tell you, your lifespan might be drastically shortened.” “What?” Iason was taken aback, understanding the gravity of Braydon’s words.
Braydon possessed a crucial secret of his race, which only those with sufficient power could dare to covet. The process involving banished immortals was linked to the Hundred Tribulations Heavenly Art, a realm of secrets not to be trifled with.
Thus, there were limits to what Iason and others could inquire about. Braydon already harbored many secrets, including the Ten Thousand Transformations Monarch Art and the funeral song. His involvement with the Hundred Tribulations Heavenly Art had also been exposed to the demons, making him a target.
Iason and Lainey departed, wary not to linger any longer.
Meanwhile, the shortage of supreme-grade Spirit Opening Pills remained a critical issue in the barracks. Regardless of the price, these pills were perennially in high demand and quickly sold out each month.
Everyone knew their potency in breaking through cultivation bottlenecks, making them indispensable.
Regarding supreme-grade medicinal pills, he had never heard anyone complain about having too many!
Braydon stood amidst the starry sky, hands clasped behind his back, gaze fixed on the distant horizon. That was the defensive line of the core battlefield.
More than ten days had passed since Borhati Kadeye’s defeat, yet the demons remained unnervingly quiet. This was highly unusual. Even after using the funeral song, Braydon couldn’t fathom why the demons weren’t aggressively pursuing him. They should have been eager to eliminate him, given their awareness of his lesser cultivation level. If he possessed formidable power, he could have used the funeral song to turn this battlefield into a death trap for the demons.
Make no mistake, the funeral song had that capability. Its historical use against the myriad races for over 300 years underscored its lethal potential. The demons were well-acquainted with its destructive prowess.
Now, their hesitance suggested they were waiting for something—likely the arrival of super-experts dispatched by the demon headquarters. Once these formidable figures descended upon the battlefield, it would undoubtedly spell disaster.
Unbeknownst to them, not far from this battlefield, a clash of titans was unfolding—a pitch-black peak killer ant had descended!