Chapter 1243: Inspector Lyapo Dubazane
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Even if the entire city were in chaos, they could directly quell the chaos.
Meanwhile, deep within Jaa’ku, in the small courtyard of the city lord’s mansion, Braydon Neal emerged from seclusion.
After three months of closed-door cultivation, he had successfully refined a significant number of spirit pills, including 100 bottles of transcendent-grade ones, each containing 10 spirit pills.
A single purple transcendent-grade spirit pill could boost one’s vitality by 10,000 Na, potentially fetching 10 billion small spirit stones if auctioned.
In total, there were 1,000 transcendent-grade spiritual pills.
Additionally, Braydon had crafted a substantial batch of Body Tempering Pills, which were easier to refine than transcendent-grade spirit pills.
As Braydon stepped out of the room, a nine-petaled lotus flower floated above his head.
The red lotus, with nine petals in full bloom, exuded a fiery stamen.
He had successfully cultivated the Nine-Petal Fiery Lotus to great success in three months, providing the red lotus with a large amount of vitality.
A single crimson lotus flower was valued at a million Na of vitality.
Despite this accomplishment, Braydon felt he hadn’t reached his limit yet.
The vitality he cultivated gathered at his shoulders, forming a red lotus on his head with a fiery stamen, indicating that he had reached the great success realm.
However, two faint lotus shadows appeared on Braydon’s shoulders—three flowers.
To master the bloodline talent of the Jansky family, one needed three flowers, helping martial artists store a significant amount of vitality, like another version of themselves.
Yet, mastering this bloodline talent required consuming countless cultivation resources.
Braydon’s consumption during this period alone would make martial arts aristocratic families in the outside world despair.
After leaving the room, Braydon put away the lotus flowers.
“There was something strange about the Great Void of Kylo Art last night,” he said softly. “It seems like I’ll be breaking through in two days!”
“If you really cultivate the Great Void of Kylo Art to the fifth level, you will be truly formidable!” the green-clothed man in the spirit aperture couldn’t help but speak.
He couldn’t help but think that Braydon was simply too formidable!
His prowess in martial arts was absolutely terrifying, pushing the limits to the extreme.
Even though he hadn’t yet reached the emperor realm, he was on the brink of attaining the fifth level of the Great Void of Kylo Art.
It was genuinely awe-inspiring!
Braydon observed the guards, his comrades and brothers who had grown up alongside him.
The 3,000 imperial guards were under his personal control.
Occasionally, they would be under the command of Cole Colbie.
Now that they had reached the pinnacle realm, they constituted a formidable force.
Their ability to lurk in the shadows could deliver a fatal blow to the enemy at a crucial moment.
In Machusa city, situated 80 miles away from Jaa’ku, Haidar Msiza’s visit to Jaa’ku had coincided with Braydon riding the ten-thousand-meter Heavenly Execution Sword.
Chaka Hlongwane had met his demise, and Haidar, despite three months of recuperation, saw his injuries worsening instead of improving.
Braydon, employing the forbidden technique, had unleashed black energy akin to maggots in Haidar’s bones, unexpellable and incurable.
Today, Haidar lay on his deathbed, on the brink of demise.
A young man entered the room, leaning on the bed. “An inspector of the Zunde Royal Dynasty is here, Father!”
“Inspector?” Haidar’s face, pale, struggled to get up.
A thin young man with long hair in a ponytail silently entered the room, his sharp eyes taking in Haidar’s injuries.
His tone turned cold. “Who caused the injuries on your body?”
“A prodigy with 80,000 swords,” Haidar replied, his face covered in sweat as he endured immense pain.
The skinny young man, one of the eight inspectors of the Zunde Royal Dynasty named Lyapo Dubazane, spoke in a low voice.
“It seems like that person’s successor has appeared again. When he injured you, did he mention the words ‘Spirit Summoning’?”
“Yes!” Haidar hurriedly replied.
“That’s a divine technique!” Lyapo said coldly.
Haidar was completely shocked upon hearing about the divine technique.
There was only one emperor-level individual in the ruins, the Great Divine Priest, the supreme existence of the Oracle Palace and the ruler of the ruins.
Lyapo continued, “In the world outside the ruins, martial arts flourished at one time, and ancient divines left behind divine techniques. The Spirit Summoning Monarch Art is one of them. You were injured by a divine technique, and even the dynasty can’t cure you. I have a bottle of spirit herbs here for you to treat your injuries.”
He left a bottle of spirit pills for Haidar to prolong his life. With this, he would be able to live on for three to five years.
As Lyapo turned to leave, he expressed his intention to personally visit Jaa’ku.
It was not a small matter for an aboriginal city to fall into the hands of an external martial artist, prompting the Zunde Royal Dynasty to send an inspector to assess the situation.
Shortly after Lyapo’s departure, he felt a powerful aura locking onto him, surpassing his own.
Pale-faced, Lyapo’s eyes scanned the surroundings, finally settling on a figure in a black robe standing at the distant door.