The Strongest War God

Chapter 1185: Spirit Alchemist

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The oath he made in his youth was to elevate Hansworth to the peak of the world once again.

Braydon Neal had never forgotten these oaths he made.

Inside the ruins lay everything Braydon desired!

Spirit herbs, martial arts techniques, smithing techniques, alchemy techniques, talisman techniques, and more.

These things had complete legacies in the ruins.

Braydon strolled down the street and spotted a relatively large trading house.

Braydon couldn’t recognize the characters on the trading house’s signboard.

He and the little fool were illiterate in the ruins.

Whatever Braydon learned in the outside world was not useful.

The aborigines in the ruins hailed from an entirely different civilization.

At the entrance of the trading house, an enthusiastic young man spoke, “Sir, come in and take a look. This shop specializes in selling all kinds of spirit pills. They can increase one’s vitality, consolidate one’s foundation, and improve one’s physique.”

Braydon halted and turned to glance at the trading house beside him.

Many people were going in and out of the trading house.

The first floor of the trading house housed an exhibition hall.

The crystal cabinets were neatly arranged.

On top of each cabinet was a sealed jade box with a pill inside.

It wasn’t just a pill, but a genuine spirit pill!

The herbs required to refine the spirit pills were all genuine spirit herbs.

Each pill boasted extraordinary effects.

Braydon looked around and observed that the exhibition hall spanned four to five hundred square meters. Just the spirit herbs on display required over a hundred types.

The information revealed was astounding.

It indicated that there were numerous spirit alchemists behind this trading house.

They could refine hundreds of spirit pills.

They even possessed over a hundred pill recipes.

In the outside world, it was practically unimaginable.

In the outside world, the path of spirit alchemists was nearly extinct, spirit medicines were scarce, and pill formulas were lost.

Everything in the ruins was crucial for martial arts in the outside world.

Braydon genuinely harbored the idea of conquering this ancient city.

The Northern Army championed martial arts. To support the cultivation of the million soldiers in the Northern Army, they needed to conquer an ancient city.

The slick young man ushered him in and went to the door to attract customers.

“Sirs, what would you like to purchase?” A beautiful aborigine woman approached and inquired gently.

“How many types of spirit pills can enhance one’s vitality?” Braydon turned around and asked.

“The best pill to enhance your vitality is the Blood Clotting Pill,” the aborigine girl explained softly.

“A low-grade Blood Clotting Pill can help you increase your vitality by 10 Na per day. The price is 1,000 small spirit stones.

“A middle-grade Blood Clotting Pill can increase vitality by 100 Na per day. The price is 10,000 small spirit stones. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

“Superior-grade Blood Clotting Pills can increase vitality by 1,000 Na per day. The price is 100,000 small spirit stones.”

The girl provided detailed information about the Blood Clotting Pills.

This was a mainstream pill, and almost every aboriginal martial artist would purchase it.

With the aid of spirit pills, they could shorten their cultivation time.

Martial artists couldn’t do without various medicinal pills in their lives.

Braydon felt that this price was still acceptable.

Little did he know that earning spirit stones wasn’t so straightforward.

Even in the ruins world, spirit stones were a hard currency.

However, the ownerless spirit stone mines in the wild had long been depleted.

Certainly, there were numerous spirit veins and spirit stone mines in the wilderness.

But those were all nurtured by powerful plant demons.

Plant cultivators were not weak.

For experts, obtaining spirit stones wasn’t difficult. They could hunt low-level plant cultivators in the wild or kill spirit beasts.

If they brought those items back to the aboriginal ancient city, they could exchange them for a large number of small spirit stones.

The income of the strong was high, but the consumption was even greater.

For the upper rank pinnacle martial artists, for whatever they required, the price would start at 10 million small spirit stones.

To ordinary aborigines, 10,000 small spirit stones was a considerable sum of money. Normally, they could get by in the ancient city with a few hundred small spirit stones a month, enough to buy food and support a family of three.

Tens of millions of aborigines lived in this ancient city, with more than 90% of them being lowly individuals without surnames.

Over 80% of the aborigines were not well-off.

Not being well-off didn’t mean they would starve to death.

Their source of food came from hunting ordinary ferocious beasts that hadn’t awakened their intelligence.

Attempting to learn from the outside world and cultivate land in the wilderness was undoubtedly a fool’s dream.

The greatest danger in the wilderness was the spirit beasts scattered everywhere.

When ordinary martial artists ventured into the wild, they needed to be on high alert against spirit beasts that could attack at any time.

Reclaiming wasteland for cultivation of food was akin to a fantasy.

It was even challenging to raise ordinary beasts as a food source.

Grazing in the wild was simply a provocation to the spirit beast race.

Even the supreme pinnacles wouldn’t dare to do that.

When spirit beasts gained intelligence, they didn’t feel that inferior to human ancient martial art practitioners.

They still considered themselves the leaders of all living things.

Braydon strolled around the shop and bought a batch of pills.

Among them was a superior-grade Blood Clotting Pill, worth 100,000 small spirit stones.

Braydon was also a spirit alchemist.

He was the one who had refined the Blood Clotting Pill in the past.

According to his calculations, ten pills could be produced in a furnace.

If the value of the superior-grade Blood Clotting Pill was calculated, a furnace could be worth a million small spirit stones.

The equivalent of one spirit crystal!

Braydon purchased a portion of spirit herbs, with each set used to refine a superior-grade Blood Clotting Pill sold for 100,000 small spirit stones.

In other words, as long as one of the ten sets of spirit herbs could refine a superior-grade Blood Clotting Pill, he wouldn’t lose money.

With a 10% success rate, he could break even.

The higher the success rate, the more profit he would earn.

Spirit alchemists indeed had lucrative businesses.

However, cultivating in the path of a spirit alchemist was commonly acknowledged to be challenging.

On average, it was difficult to produce one true spirit alchemist out of ten thousand martial artists.

Only one high-level alchemist would emerge from a thousand.

Under such stringent conditions, spirit alchemists were destined to become honored guests of major powers.

Especially for a trading house, winning over a high-level spirit alchemist was equivalent to grasping a way to make money.

With the support of a high-level spirit alchemist, the trading house wouldn’t have to worry about spirit pills and could help retain many customers.

Braydon had purchased a considerable amount of ingredients for the Blood Clotting Pill, attracting the attention of the people in the trading house.

The insiders of the trading house were very keen, familiar with many spirit alchemists in the Small Divine City.

Braydon was a new face.

A white-bearded old man in a white Daoist robe approached with a smile, saying, “Sir, I am Taban. I just saw that your bought 100 sets of medicinal herbs to refine a superior-grade Blood Clotting Pill. Do you want to refine a pill?”

“None of your business!” replied the little fool with an unfriendly gaze, munching on a cucumber.

The people from the trading house looked over sharply and shouted coldly, “Presumptuous!”

“It’s alright!” Taban chuckled, not seeming to mind.

He sized up Braydon and spoke up again. “To become an alchemist, one must reach the supreme pinnacle realm. To concoct a superior-grade Blood Clotting Pill, one’s mental power must be at the seventh level. Has your mental power already reached the seventh level?”

“No!” Braydon’s answer did not surprise Taban.