Chapter 1188: A New Purification Method

Chapter 1188: A New Purification Method

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Traditional purification methods proved ineffective.

Braydon Neal’s left hand made a subtle movement, his finger flicking. The seventeen orbs of spirit liquid, enveloped in his mental power, began a gradual rotation, forming small whirlpools that gained momentum.

Initially, they rotated at a rate of one turn per second.

Then, the speed accelerated.

Three, five, seven revolutions per second!

As Braydon pushed his limits, controlling the seventeen whirlpools to rotate at ten turns per second, his face paled, and cold sweat emerged on his temples.

This was nearly Braydon’s mental power threshold.

The edge of his mental power.

“A new purification method?”

Cor Demeksa asked in disbelief, witnessing the spirit liquid transform into cyclones, spinning rapidly and shedding impurities.

A few moments later, the spirit liquid attained a crystal-clear state, resembling a ball of green jade radiating a brilliant luster.

Quality sufficient for refining a superior-grade Blood Clotting Pill.

However, a sudden explosion interrupted the process.

Bang!

The first orb of main medicinal liquid dissipated into spirit mist.

In the following seconds, the remaining orbs followed suit.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Seventeen orbs burst into spirit mist.

“Pfft!”

Braydon coughed up blood onto the pill cauldron, a result of overdrawing his mental power and injuring his foundation.

Lying on the bed, munching on a chicken drumstick, Luke Yates was startled, asking in a concerned tone, “Brother, what happened?”

“I overstrained my mental power and harmed my foundation!”

Cor’s expression shifted.

He retrieved a transparent pill from his pouch, a transparent spirit pill – a sight new to Braydon.

After consuming the pill, Braydon, plagued by a headache, experienced a surge of clarity, relieving the discomfort.

“Thank you, Mr. Demeksa!”

Instantly, vitality surged through him, leaving his body pleasantly languid.

“Kid, who taught you the Great Void of Kylo Art?” queried the green-clothed man’s voice emanating from the spiritual aperture.

“Sadie,” Braydon promptly replied.

The man in green fell silent, harboring a trace of doubt.

He pondered the peculiarities of life, recalling his own experiences cultivating the Great Void of Kylo Art.

In his youth, as the Holy Son of Kylo, he attained unprecedented levels, astounding the elders.

By the age of a hundred, he reached the third level, and his outstanding progress even led to offers for him to assume the role of Lord of Mount Kylo.

As the years passed, he ascended to the fourth level and eventually an elusive fifth level, reaching the peak of cultivation.

Yet, now he was witnessing an even more extraordinary cultivator – Braydon Neal.

At the age of twenty, Braydon reached the fourth level of the Great Void of Kylo Art, surpassing the achievements of all previous Holy Sons of Kylo.

“Senior,” Braydon inquired softly, “My Great Void of Kylo Art showed signs of a breakthrough a few months ago. Has there been any progress?”

“Haha!” chuckled the green-clothed man, perceiving Braydon’s intentions to be mischievous, trying to trigger him.

Braydon’s eyes flickered with a peculiar expression.

He realized that he might be overthinking things.

From the man in green’s reaction, Braydon could infer what was happening.

Since he had a notion, he decided to address it directly.

“Senior, are you also cultivating the Great Void of Kylo Art?” Braydon asked calmly.

“Back then, my talent was a bit lacking, and I only managed to reach the fifth level,” the man in green responded nonchalantly.

To be able to reach the fifth level, he considered his talent less than stellar.

“Senior, your talent is truly astounding. Cultivating the Great Void of Kylo Art to the fifth level is a remarkable achievement. I presume you must be well over a hundred years old at this point?” Braydon commented.

“My talent isn’t that great. Today, at the age of 21, I’ve only reached the fourth level of the Great Void of Kylo Art,” he continued, “I anticipate it will take another half year to attain the fifth level.”

Braydon continued calmly.

The man in green was rendered speechless.

After a brief moment of silence, he grumbled, “Get lost!” before withdrawing and remaining silent, likely nursing the blow to his pride.

Braydon smirked, standing up and strolling toward the alchemy cauldron, where Luke Yates lay sprawled on the bed, deeply engrossed in slumber.

After all, life in the wilderness had drained the little fool’s energy.

Despite his boundless vitality, forty days of wild living had left him exhausted.

Now, nestled in comfort, he indulged in snacks and blissful sleep, foregoing cultivation and leading a life more comfortable than anyone else’s.