Chapter 1672 Planning
Chapter 1672: Planning Chapter 1672: Planning Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Facing the old man’s question, everyone turned their attention to the platform.
“This Life and Death Path Pill is from the Northern Army,” the auctioneer replied gently.
“What is the Northern Army?” “It sounds like a military force.
Which faction does it belong to?” “I remember now.
The Northern Army that recently recruited soldiers from the entire Northern Stellar Realm is backed by the Human Army!” Whoosh! The room erupted into commotion. Many present had heard about the Northern Army’s recruitment drive, but they hadn’t expected it to be true. Here was proof—a supreme-grade Life and Death Path Pill.
Moreover, judging by its quality, this Nine-halo Life and Death Path Pill was the pinnacle of excellence. If they could produce such a high-grade path pill, then crafting middle or low-grade ones would be a simple task.
“I’m willing to trade everything I have for this path pill.
Can you assist me?” the elderly Kirkland asked, taking a deep breath.
“Senior Kirkland, our client has only entrusted us with ten supreme-grade path pills.
The auction house must adhere to its regulations,” the auctioneer explained, clearly torn.
Kirkland nodded understandingly.
“Very well.
I bid 300 billion star coins!” His bid was astronomical, but in this context, 300 billion wasn’t considered exorbitant. After all, a Nine-halo Life and Death Path Pill was valued at 9 million battle merits within the human military. Every soldier understood the preciousness of battle merits—slaying a life and death realm demon beast yielded only 10,000 battle merits. The path pill alone equated to 9 million battle merits, far surpassing the purchasing power of star coins. The value discrepancy was stark: 10,000 star coins were a challenge to convert into 1 battle merit.
This was true value!
The elderly Kirkland could discern that the bid of 300 billion star coins was neither excessively high nor low. With ten supreme-grade Life and Death Pills available, he could afford to give up the first one. Everyone respected Old Man Kirkland’s gesture.
However, an unexpected turn occurred at the auction house.
“Senior Kirkland, as per the client’s instructions, all ten Life and Death Path Pills will be auctioned together,” the female auctioneer explained gently.
“What?” Kirkland’s expression abruptly changed, mirroring the dismayed faces of those present. Many had come specifically for the path pills, and now, with only ten available, auctioning them as a single lot seemed like an invitation for cutthroat competition.
The scent of a bidding war permeated the air. In the end, only one winner would emerge from this fray, as no one was willing to yield and the client’s rules couldn’t be altered.
In the VIP room on the second floor, a commanding voice rang out: “500 billion star coins!” It was an offer so substantial that it instantly sidelined independent cultivators and smaller factions.
Today’s auction had escalated into a clash between the paramount powers of the Dragon River Empire and the Milky Way Empire.
“600 billion!” declared the representative of the Dragon River Empire’s royal family, his voice resonant with determination.
The bids soared, each increase signifying the relentless pursuit of ten Nine-halo Life and Death Path Pills. Properly utilized, these pills could potentially elevate the eternal realm cultivators in their respective realms by at least five individuals—a transformative impact over millennia, given that both empires had only accumulated a handful of eternal cultivators.
The stakes were clear: these path pills were invaluable, and each bidder was prepared to pay any price to secure them.
The bidding surpassed a trillion star coins without hesitation. By the time it reached 6 trillion, only two families remained: representatives from the Dragon River Empire and the Milky Way Empire. Old Man Kirkland had long been eliminated, unable to keep up with the galactic rulers whose wealth had accumulated over tens of thousands of years—a fortune beyond outsiders’ comprehension, fueled by astronomical taxes year after year.
They understood that nurturing an eternal realm cultivator couldn’t be achieved merely by spending star coins; the resources were limited. Over millennia, despite their efforts, the number of eternal creatures across various races remained pitifully small.
“6.6 trillion!” A cold voice echoed from VIP Room 1. Room 2 remained silent for a long moment, then signaled with a switch-off of their lights, indicating their withdrawal.
The auction hall buzzed with excitement. The intense competition for the first item assured everyone that subsequent auctions would only intensify.
Yet, amidst the speculation, a few VIPs quietly departed. In the main hall, a youth in black armor slipped away, using a virtual artifact to report to someone: “Second Master, it’s done.
I expect news of the Life and Death Path Pill to spread across the Milky Way Empire and the Dragon River Empire within three days.” “Excellent.
Return,” came the terse reply.
Luther Carden recalled his hidden agent. What transpired in this auction wasn’t unique to this galaxy but resonated across others, particularly the Northern Stellar Realm—all orchestrated by Luther.
Since Braydon Neal revealed there was no limit to recruiting for the Northern Army, Luther understood his brother’s strategic intent. Perhaps it wasn’t solely for the Meteor Sea defense line but part of a larger ambition Braydon harbored.
Having grown up with Braydon, Luther knew his foresight. Today’s recruitment wasn’t happenstance; it was a calculated move, driven by Braydon’s deeper aspirations—especially given his knowledge of their past lives. In that previous life, facing the onslaught of myriad races, the five lords and Luke Yates’s predecessor Lord Woodruff were reduced to a handful, nearly losing everything to the wrath of the races.
The best outcome was death, to enter the cycle of reincarnation. In this life, Braydon was determined to change that fate. The Bright Lord had once recounted how they too commanded a million black-armored soldiers, all comrades who fell in battle. His aspiration was to forge an invincible army, yet it seemed futile.
Braydon never relented. If one million black-armored soldiers were insufficient, he would expand to ten million. And if ten million elites weren’t enough, then hundreds of millions would follow.
Standing at the river’s edge, hands clasped behind his back, Braydon spoke softly, “Billions as soldiers, millions as commanders.
Should the races dare to oppress us, we will annihilate them!” His calm demeanor belied the dominance of the Northern King. Since Earth released Braydon into the world, the looming threat to the myriad races had quietly begun. Braydon’s very existence was a calamity for all who opposed him.
To his enemies, cold swords awaited. This was Braydon’s unwavering resolve, one that persisted unchanged to this day. Already, he had commenced recruiting soldiers and strategizing his next moves.
While the eight lineage masters held sway over the race’s territories and even the Northern Stellar Realm, they still confined the Northern Army. Bound by their mandates, the army dutifully followed the orders.
But Braydon was far from finished. As long as the commander drew breath, who could command the might of the Northern Army but him?