Chapter 1194: One Pill Worth 50 Million

Chapter 1194: One Pill Worth 50 Million

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

He could already craft a supreme-grade spirit pill.

What grade of spirit pills would he be able to refine after adding a wisp of purple Qi?

In the early morning, Braydon Neal stood in his room, holding ten freshly refined pills in his palm.

The spirit pills were wrapped in pill shells, concealing their quality for the time being.

Picking one up, Braydon gently crushed the pill shell, revealing a light purple spirit pill.

The purple spirit pill was crystal clear, almost transparent, with no halo around the core.

The medicinal power was incredibly pure and restrained, but it was lacking the pill halo.

As for the medicinal efficacy, it was impossible to judge.

“This pill surpasses the nine-essence Blood Clotting Pill,” remarked the white ape.

“Please test this for me, Senior!”

Braydon handed over the pill.

Any new spirit pill needed testing to determine its effects.

The white ape didn’t refuse.

It grabbed it and swallowed the purple spirit pill.

A purple light appeared in its eyes.

There was no vitality fluctuation in its body as it had sealed its cultivation and vitality.

Closing its eyes, the white ape carefully sensed the effects and eventually gave an accurate evaluation.

“A spirit pill that can help you increase your vitality by 10,000 Na.”

“One pill that can increase vitality by 10,000 Na!”

Braydon’s eyes lit up.

He had finally refined a spirit pill that satisfied him.

When produced in large quantities, this type of spirit pill could significantly enhance the strength of the Northern Army sons and cultivate numerous high-level elites for the Northern Army lineage.

“A spirit pill surpassing the supreme grade is called a transcendent-grade spirit pill,” softly explained Braydon.

“This kind of spirit pill is priceless. It’s best not to show it to others,” the white ape reminded.

Cor quoted a price to Braydon based on standard selling logic.

Following Cor’s logic, an ordinary supreme-grade Blood Clotting Pill was valued at 200,000 spirit stones.

Two-essence supreme-grade Blood Clotting Pills equaled 400,000, and the three-essence supreme-grade Blood Clotting Pill was worth 800,000.

If this pattern continued, it would reach 1.6 million, 3.2 million, 6.4 million, 12.8 million, 25.6 million, and so forth.

The nine-essence supreme-grade Blood Clotting Pill exceeded 50 million spirit stones.

The profitability of the spirit alchemist industry was truly remarkable.

Compared to these prices, Braydon’s herb acquisition costs were so negligible they could be ignored.

“In seven days, Zinno Hotel will host an auction,” Cor informed.

“Numerous influential figures in the Small Divine City will attend. Your Highness, consider sending the pills to be auctioned.”

“An auction does seem to offer maximum benefits,” agreed Braydon, aligning with Cor’s suggestion.

However, this approach would not yield any benefits for Zinno Hotel.

“If Your Highness continues to refine more pills, you’re welcome to sell them to Zinno Hotel,” suggested Cor.

“That’s not an issue. However, I’d appreciate it if Mr. Demeksa could handle the delivery of these spirit pills to Zinno Hotel,” requested Braydon.

He preferred Zinno Hotel to take charge of auctioning the pills, ensuring mutual benefits.

Cor quickly agreed, understanding the immense value of this batch of spirit pills.

Twenty bottles of supreme-grade Blood Clotting Pills were impressive, with the lowest being the three-essence Blood Clotting Pills.

Additionally, there was a portion of nine-essence Blood Clotting Pills.

If these pills entered the auction, the price would undoubtedly exceed Cor’s estimate.

Supreme-grade spirit pills were exorbitantly priced due to their extreme scarcity.

Spirit alchemists capable of crafting such pills were as rare as phoenix feathers and Qilin horns.

No one in the ruins could refine the nine-essence spirit pill until Braydon arrived.

However, with his appearance, the prices would inevitably drop once a large quantity of these spirit pills hit the market.

The auction price differed from the market price.

Leaving behind 20 bottles of spirit pills, Braydon turned to his brother and said, “Luke, let’s head to the wilderness.”

“Alright!” Luke Yates, who had been eagerly waiting, promptly packed his belongings and left with his brother.

Cor didn’t intervene, recognizing that only Zinno Hotel knew that Braydon, the descendant of a god, had quietly departed the Small Divine City.

Martial artists required wilderness training. Braydon and the little fool had spent a month at Zinno Hotel.