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Chapter 1187 - Chapter 1187: Three Purifications



Chapter 1187: Three Purifications

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“If you can’t find anything, then don’t bother. Those who step into Zinno Hotel are guests. Mr. Demeksa, go and let that young man know a trading house has its eye on him. In the future, if there’s a need, instruct someone else to handle it. Buying spirit herbs is a minor affair, and you can get it right here at Zinno Hotel. There’s even a discount for Supreme VIPs. Why go through the trouble of looking elsewhere?” the girl in red said with a gentle tone.

It was as if she held the reins of Zinno Hotel.

Cor Demeksa bowed and left.

The middle-aged man in the cloak stayed silent.

“Uncle Bayo, do you reckon they bought the ingredients to refine the superior-grade Blood Clotting Pill because they actually intend to refine it?” the girl in red asked in a hushed voice.

“Geniuses are like weeds in the five Ruins Worlds. They get harvested, and the next generation blooms. When your father and I were young, we roamed the five Ruins Worlds and encountered countless geniuses. Young high-level spirit alchemists were never in short supply,” the black-clothed middle-aged man, Bayo Jahring, replied calmly.

He seemed indifferent to Braydon Neal’s herb purchase.

“In a few days, I’ll venture into the wilderness to hunt down that Armor-Piercing Dragon,” Bayo stated nonchalantly. “You should be cautious here in Zinno Hotel.”

“Didn’t Father say the Armor-Piercing Dragon is a top-notch ninth-level spirit beast?” the girl in red expressed a hint of worry in her eyes.

But Bayo had a purpose for killing that ninth-level spirit beast, so any danger seemed secondary.

Even if it meant taking risks.

Meanwhile, Cor returned and informed the red-dressed girl that Braydon needed to borrow a pill cauldron.

Without hesitation, the girl instructed Cor to prepare a pill cauldron for Braydon.

She wanted to witness Braydon’s attempt at concocting a superior-grade Blood Clotting Pill, a task reserved for a high-level spirit alchemist.

In Braydon’s guest room, Cor personally delivered a silver-gilded alchemy cauldron.

The pill cauldron, adorned with intricate patterns, was half the height of a human.

It featured runes that enhanced spiritual energy penetration, along with six dents below for placing spirit crystals.

“Young Master Neal, are you planning to refine a superior-grade Blood Clotting Pill?” Cor asked as he placed six spirit crystals inside.

“In the past, during idle moments, I tried refining a low-grade Blood Clotting Pill. Now, with nothing to do, I wish to attempt a superior-grade Blood Clotting Pill,” Braydon responded with a faint smile, completely unfazed by Cor’s presence.

As common knowledge dictated, alchemists avoided being observed by outsiders unless they were guiding a direct disciple.

However, Braydon seemed unconcerned with such formalities.

Waving his hand, he produced a set of medicinal herbs – 17 types, including two main ingredients and fifteen supplementary ones, all aged over a century.

Hundred-year-old spirit herbs were rare outside but abundant in the ruins.

A thousand-year-old spirit fruit had recently even bolstered Braydon’s vitality.

A superior-grade Blood Clotting Pill could boost one’s vitality by a thousand Na, equivalent to a wisp of purple Qi from the north.

Despite the 100,000-spirit-stone price tag for each pill, Braydon regarded it as a reasonable cost, considering the significant benefits.

Spirit stones were hard-earned in the dangerous pursuit of hunting spirit beasts, which often led to a high mortality rate.

Spirit beasts were cunning and lethal, making every wilderness expedition a life-risking endeavor.

Without hunting spirit beasts and obtaining materials, cultivators couldn’t accumulate the spirit stones necessary for their progress.

Unless they joined a major faction, offering some benefits and security.

However, not everyone could easily secure a spot in those prestigious factions.

Braydon casually tossed the seventeen types of spirit herbs into the pill cauldron, where six spirit crystals infused them with energy, transforming into spiritual fire through the cauldron’s runes.

The spiritual fire burned intensely, surpassing the heat of regular flames.

Beneath its fiery touch, the leaves and branches of the seventeen spirit herbs crumbled to ash, leaving behind a concentrated green liquid – the essence of the spirit herbs.

These liquids were the foundation of spirit medicinal concoctions.

The first step in pill refinement involved purifying this spirit medicine liquid.

Purification aimed to eliminate all impurities present in the liquid.

A low-level alchemist could manage one round of purification.

A mid-level spirit alchemist could purify a second round.

For a high-level alchemist, three purifications were within their capability.

This process hinged on mental power.

The stronger the mental power, the more effective the purification.

The degree of purification directly impacted the quality of the resulting spirit pills.

Excessive impurities could lead not only to diminished quality but even render the pill useless.

Facing the pill cauldron, Braydon effortlessly controlled the seventeen orbs of spirit liquid.

Cor Demeksa marveled at Braydon’s alchemical prowess; it exceeded expectations.

Handling seventeen tasks concurrently showcased an extraordinary talent in the field of alchemy.

Typically, spirit alchemists purified spirit liquid individually, sometimes spanning days or even months for a single batch.

It was meticulous work.

Little Fool, with his impulsive nature, would likely never become a spirit alchemist.

Yet, Braydon navigated the seventeen orbs of spiritual liquid, purifying each methodically.

As the spiritual fire intensified, black dots continually emerged from the liquid – impurities being expelled.

This traditional refining process demanded considerable time.

Cor observed patiently from the sidelines.

An hour later, all seventeen orbs had undergone purification, extracting a substantial amount of impurities.

“The first purification is complete,” Cor announced. “You can take a break. To refine a superior-grade Blood Clotting Pill, you’ll need three purifications.”

“Three times?” Braydon expressed surprise, assuming the first purification would suffice for a superior-grade Blood Clotting Pill.

“Young Master Neal, you didn’t know?” Cor was taken aback.

“It’s my first time hearing about it,” Braydon admitted, his pride intact.

Cor fell silent, momentarily speechless.

Braydon, despite his lack of knowledge, boldly purchased ingredients for the Blood Clotting Pill and initiated the pill-refining process.

He appeared either mad or genius, as the thin line between the two blurred.

Success would label him a genius; failure, a madman.

In a world teeming with potential rewards, this fundamental nature remained unchanged.

Successful endeavors attracted followers, while failures drowned in a tide of ridicule, accusations of madness echoing like an insurmountable mountain.

With thoughts circulating in his mind, Braydon turned and began the second round of purification for the seventeen orbs of spirit liquid.

For the second purification, the conventional method proved ineffective.

“Every high-level alchemist has their unique purification techniques,” Cor explained softly. “They guard these methods closely, revealing them only to trusted disciples or at life’s end to pass on their legacy.”

“Let me give it a shot,” Braydon said as he embarked on the second purification, experimenting on his own.

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